There is no spring in Lu Xun's pen.
Once, in class, I asked the students: "In your impression, which season is the most often expressed in Lu Xun's works?" A boy said, "Winter." Indeed, Lu Xun was "obsessed" with winter—
"A small thing" happened on a winter day when the north wind was whistling, and the figure of the rickshaw driver almost "squeezed out the 'small' hidden under the 'I' leather robe."
Similarly, on an "early winter" morning, Kong Yiji, whose legs were discounted, drifted away in the eyes of "I", leaving only a mutilated back...
"Under the pale yellow sky, there are several desolate villages near and far, and there is no vitality." This is the hometown of winter in Lu Xun's eyes.
It was in the days when "the cold wind actually stabbed people's skin to tear", the love between Juan Sheng and Zijun came to the end of despair.
"On the Restaurant", outside the window, "a few old plums are actually full of flowers blooming in the snow", "I" and the old colleague Lu Weifu can only talk about some "boring things".
"Loner", the cold night of "snowflakes falling", "I" in "a small light, closed eyes and sitting", as if to see the "lonely" Wei Lian's dark eyes.
In "Blessings", Xiang Lin's sister-in-law, who is "bored and not born", dies the night before the blessing of falling snow. Behind him was the sentence of Fourth Master Lu: "Not sooner or later, but at this time - this can be seen as a fallacy!" ”
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Of course, you can't say that someone loves to eat fruit because he doesn't like to eat meat, and I can't say that Lu Xun's pen doesn't have "spring" because he likes to write "winter"; on the contrary, Lu Xun often "mentions" spring.
Let's take "Blessings" as an example. Sister-in-law Xianglin became a widow for the first time by losing her husband, who was ten years younger than her; it was also in the spring that she fled to Lu Si's house to work because of her mother-in-law's abuse; but the good times were not long, just after the spring, she was caught by her mother-in-law's family and remarried to He Laoliu in the mountains; subsequently, she "did not know that there would be wolves in the spring" and lost her only son after the second widow; later, in the spring, she came to Lu Town again to work for Lu Si Lao's family; finally, she died in the days when spring was approaching. Some people say that Xianglin sister-in-law is a "woman without spring", isn't it?
Because of this, when I say "there is no spring in Lu Xun's pen", I mean that Lu Xun refuses to describe spring, and refuses to describe the spring that blooms like a brocade.
In "Mr. Fujino", he does write about cherry blossoms: "When the cherry blossoms in Ueno are in full bloom, they look like crimson clouds. Immediately after, he turned his pen sharply: "But there is no shortage of crash courses for 'Qingguo international students' under the flowers, with large braids coiled on the top of their heads, and the top of the student hats is raised high to form a Fuji Mountain." There are also unraveled braids, coiled flat, removed from the hat, the oil can be learned, like a little girl's bun, but also to twist the neck a few times. It's a peugeot. The word "but" shifts the focus of the narrative from "cherry blossom" to "Qingguo students". Obviously, he pays more attention to people than to landscapes, and pays attention to people's performance in landscapes.
At the end of the novel "Medicine", he writes about the Qingming Festival, which is supposed to be spring, but he writes about this scene: "The breeze has long stopped; the dry grass branches are upright, like copper wires." A trembling sound, more and more delicate in the air, so fine that there is no more, and all around it is dead and quiet. The two men stood in the dry grass and looked up at the crow, who was also among the straight branches, with its head shrunken, standing in iron casting. Although he then "did not use the curved pen" and "added a garland to Yu'er's grave". But that was really not his intention, his intention was to create an "Antleaf-style coldness".
In 1925, he wrote an article "Late Spring Small Talk", finally about to write about spring, but he jumped impatiently to summer: "Beijing is the end of spring, maybe I am too anxious, I feel the summer meaning, so I suddenly remember the thin waist bee in my hometown." Then he turned from the slender-waisted bee in the summer to the foolish tricks played by the rulers of the past. Then, through the mouth of the blind poet Eroschenko, he expressed his concerns about the future: "Will the scientist who does not know the future not invent a wonderful medicine, and inject it into whom, then this man will be willing to be a machine of service and war forever?" "Cough, where is this "late spring gossip", it is simply a "brainwashing fable".
Even if he describes a kite that can be called a spring logo, he is also a casual look: "The kite season in my hometown is spring and February, if you hear the rustling wind wheel, you can look up and see a pale ink crab kite or a tender blue centipede kite." There was also a lonely tile kite, without wind wheels, and it was placed very low, showing a gaunt and pitiful appearance. But at this time, the willows on the ground have sprouted, and the early mountain peaches have more buds, which are in line with the children's heavenly embellishments, and the mildness of spring is mixed. A "typing" word exposed his heart song and laid the psychological foundation for the destruction of his brother's beloved kite below.
The reason why Lu Xun does not like to write about spring is related to his cognition of the world and his unique cultural and psychological structure. As for the motherland, which is full of disasters and difficulties, he said, "The wind and rain are like a rock and the dark homeland"; for the era of suffering, he said, "The fog is blocked in the sky and the sky is full of chaos"; summing up his personal experience, he said, "Accustomed to spending the spring in the long night"... But he did not despair, quoting Petofi's poem: "Despair is a delusion, just like hope." ”
Lu Xun also said: "I was shocked by the autumn and came to the world, and dared to send ChunWen to the end of the pen. "Therefore, in this cold spring season, although the cold air from Siberia often goes south, and the ancient Eurasian continent often has a cold chill, we still have to keep our expectations for spring.