Thanks to my first book, Robinson Crusoe, | 50 years ago Zhang Xiangyi

I often want to write some words but can't write, so I regret reading too little. The Song Dynasty Su University scholar has a poem: "Retreat into a mountain is not enough treasure, read ten thousand volumes to understand the gods." "The theoretician Zhu Xi has a poem: "Ask where the canal is as clear as promised, for there is a source of living water" said this truth.

It is true that without reading books and without a substantial accumulation of knowledge, how can you write articles freely!

Ji Xianlin, a master of traditional Chinese studies and scholars, sat in the book city, read thousands of volumes, and said modestly when writing his study: Every book of mine contains infinite wisdom. I have read only a small part of it, and this wisdom I can deeply appreciate. ”

My generation was born poor and stupid, and when I was a teenager, I had no books to read, and when I was a child, I only read one literary work, from which I also experienced the wisdom of life. It will never be for me.

At that time, I was ten years old, in the fourth grade of primary school, during the Cultural Revolution, and the study task was very relaxed. Two thin textbooks on Chinese and arithmetic, four classes in the morning, end of school.

In the afternoon, I carried a dustpan and my friends to the field to pick up pig grass. If you play in the field and forget about the pig grass, you will have to be beaten when you return home. At that time, it was common for me to be beaten, and it was a common thing, and the pain of skin and flesh would disappear with the wind in a moment, and the most bitter thing was that the poor eight precepts had to be starved again.

The next morning, the teacher was going to study, so he left the school ahead of schedule, and I took the opportunity to discuss with Yuejin and the two of them to go to the cocoon station (that is, the waste collection station) where his father worked.

We were hiding in the waste heap, I hid behind the waste paper heap to avoid him, and suddenly found that there was a book in the waste paper heap, no cover, and the small print on the title page read: "Robinson Crusoe", I quickly tucked it into the waistband of my pants behind me. Didn't dare to tell Yuejin, played for a while, and went home with him.

When I got home, I hid the book under the bed, and after lunch I didn't let my mother supervise me to carry the dustpan pig grass on my back. That afternoon, before dark, I went home with a mound of pig grass. Putting down the pigweed, I couldn't wait to take out the book without a cover and read it, and at night, I lit the kerosene lamp and continued to read. My mother asked where the book came from, and I told her that I borrowed it from a classmate, and my mother took a look at it and said, "This book is good, look at it well, don't read it too late!" "I promised my mother, but the plot of the book was so attractive to me that I finished the book that night.

After reading it, the wonderful magical world and adventure stories in the book deeply attracted me, and the twists and turns of the plot have been swirling in my mind. The next day in math class, the teacher thought about the problem in the front panel of the book, read and wrote while reading, when he read: "Ask what day of the week?" I blurted out in my seat without thinking, "Friday." It caused the students to laugh loudly, and as a result, I was taught a harsh lesson by the teacher, who criticized me for not following discipline in the classroom, and the teacher told my father about it. When my father scolded me, I did not dare to tell the truth about the theft of books, and I was almost subjected to a more severe test.

Fortunately, the protagonist's fearless spirit of adventure has formed a powerful driving force that encourages me to overcome all kinds of difficulties: the hardships of studying, the hardships of labor, the hardships of life.

"Everything is instantaneous, everything will pass, and what has passed will become a kind memory."

Looking back, I was ashamed and ashamed, as ridiculous and pitiful as Kong Yiji!

Thanks for that book of injustice!