Interpretation of the Original Narration in Zuo Ji
On my sixth grade birthday, my mother wanted to go shopping and suddenly stopped me. Wu, get dressed! ? It was the first time I took a tram besides hiking, and I had to go shopping. I was very excited. I was wondering whether to buy baseball gloves or electric trains along the way. Finally, we got off at Kanda Station, and I was taken into a big bookstore, just mumbling? Buy books? , the back of the head immediately got a slap.
If it is the complete works of World Famous Works, that's all. When my mother bought a total of ten "Freedom" series of reference books for children, I was dizzy. What freedom is there? Obviously, this is not a free and uncomfortable day.
That night, as soon as I got home, my mother immediately asked me to open it? Free? Slap me in the face if you are a little lazy, or poke me with a broom and force me to study.
At that time, parents, more or less have that kind of psychology. My mother, too, put everything on her children's future, including the rest of her life, and I believe it will pay off.
As the saying goes? A poor family gives birth to a dutiful son? As the younger brother of the dutiful son and the biggest person in my family, I have no idea of working hard for my family and getting ahead. I can't help but want to play.
In primary school, how my mother forced me to study, and how I refused to study and always wanted to play baseball, has always been my deepest memory, and it is also a contest between our mother and son.
My neighbor aunt saw that I loved playing baseball so much but didn't have gloves. She felt sorry for me and secretly bought me baseball gloves on my birthday. But my mother doesn't allow me to play baseball at all. Even having gloves will make her angry.
There are only two rooms and a kitchen in my house, one room has four stacks (note: one stack = 1.62 square meters) and a half, and the other room has six stacks. Not at all? Your own room? There is no place to hide gloves for such fashionable things.
But at the end of the corridor, there is a place that is barely a yard, and there is a low ginkgo tree. So I put my hand in a plastic bag and secretly buried it under the ginkgo tree, pretending it was okay.
I only dig out my gloves when I play baseball. One day, when I was digging, my gloves disappeared and I saw a pile of reference books in a plastic bag?
My mother thought I was crazy about playing baseball because I had too much time, so she arranged for me to take English and calligraphy classes.
There are few English cram schools near Zuli District, so I went to Beiqian residence three stops away. I rode my bike back and forth, pretending to go to class, but actually I stopped at my friend's house or nearby, and I didn't go home until I had had enough fun.
Once, as soon as I got home, my mother said to me, hello, how are you? I didn't know how to answer at the moment, so I was silent and was severely beaten.
? You didn't go to class! Want to say? I'm fine? , asshole! ? This is really chilling. How does she know all English? In fact, she studied those words hard for me.
She also wants me to learn calligraphy. I still skip class and play baseball most of the time. Occasionally, when I feel guilty, I will take out an inkstone and a writing brush on a park bench and write my name with a stroke of a pen.
She suddenly wanted to see how my handwriting was, so I took out what I had written in the park and gave it to her. She flew into a rage at the sight: The calligraphy teacher will definitely correct it with a red pen. It's no use pretending to go to class just because you scribble dirty words. ?
After hearing this, I took out what little pocket money I had and bought a bottle of red ink at the stationery store. Next, write your own words first, then imitate the teacher's strokes to correct them, and wait for mom to check them again.
? Xiaowu, show me the calligraphy! ?
Just after I was eager, I showed it to her excitedly at once. However, the revised scarlet letter was really badly written and was torn off.
On second thought, my life seems to be a struggle with my mother.
Later, I was admitted to the Institute of Technology of Meiji University. This is a small victory for mother. However, I ended the contest between mother and son in the field of reading with the worst result of dropping out of school.
I'm only sorry about that. My behavior is equivalent to going to the ring and giving up the game. However, the contest between mother and son is not limited to the field of reading. My mother has bigger goals. In short, she wants me to get ahead, at least like my brother and sister. This is also the main contradiction of this war.
Therefore, the mother's intervention has never stopped for her son who finally entered the university. On the other hand, I think I was admitted to the university on my own. I am not grateful to my mother, but I am a little tired of her.
Not only that, I even think my mother may be the closest person who ruined my life.
I started working, confident that I could earn rent and pocket money, so I decided to move out.
It was the spring of my sophomore year. When my mother was working outside, I drove my luggage out in a van borrowed from a friend in a furniture store. Unfortunately, I saw my mother turn a corner in front and met her head on.
? Xiaowu, what are you doing?
? I'm moving out. ?
I didn't look away. I heard a thunderous roar: you can leave if you want. You have gone to college, not a child. Never come back. From today on, I am not your mother, and you are not my son! ?
However, she stood outside the door and watched blankly as the van disappeared in Arakawa. I feel sad, too, but I firmly believe that I can't stand on my own feet without doing so.
That's the house introduced by a friend. The landlord is an old man, retired, building an apartment on his own land and living on rent. A six-story room usually costs 7,000 yen a month, but here it costs only 4,500 yuan, which is very cheap.
Ah! New life! In the first few days, I did get up at six o'clock in the morning to do broadcast gymnastics, and then spent the day in high spirits. But soon, I fell into the days of self-indulgence. Not to mention school, even the place where I work can't be loved, and I have nothing to do every day. When I thought about it, I found that the rent had been in arrears for half a year. I am embarrassed to face the landlord and sneak out of the window.
In the season when the cold wind is howling outside the window, I still lie in bed at noon as usual.
The landlord knocked at the door: I need to talk to you. ?
I just stood there, only one sentence? Excuse me. . Chaos's head realized that if he didn't pay the rent for half a year, there was only one way out, but suddenly he heard a roar: kneel down! ?
I thought to myself: What does the landlord want to do? But I still showed a little introspection and knelt on the ground.
? Where is a fool like you?
? Huh?
? Do you think you can afford so much rent?
? No, I'm sure you'll ask me out. ? I bowed my head and answered.
? Then why are you still here?
? Because the landlord is very kind. ?
? This is where you are childish and stupid. ? The landlord sighed. When you moved here six months ago, your mother came with you and took a taxi. ?
I was shocked and flushed.
? She said:? If the child is stupid, he will definitely owe the rent. If he doesn't pay it in a month, he will come to me for it. ? In this way, your mother has been helping you pay the rent so that you can always live here. I did receive the rent, but you didn't pay a dime yourself. Miss your mother, too?
I sat on the quilt for a long time after the landlord left. A trace of gratitude mixed with the troubles that can never hide from mom?
The second time we met, we lost completely again.
Wouldn't it be nice to listen to your mother, turn over a new leaf, and learn and do research like your brother after college? In this kind of repeated being mother? Calculation? I always feel a little dissatisfied with the world, but I can't tell where the specific dissatisfaction lies.
I think of my childhood playmates. Now they are either workers, taxi drivers or gangsters.
What is the difference between them and me? No, no, only the mother is different.
Note (1) Sasaki, Kitano Takeshi's mother, Kitano Takeshi, a famous Japanese director, screenwriter, comedian and host, 1997 Best Director of the Golden Lion Award at Venice Film Festival.
Interpretation of Narrative Theme in Zuo Ji
1. What is there to write this article? The contest between our mother and son? Please give a brief answer. (3 points)
2. Contact the context and answer the questions in brackets. (4 points)
(1) That night, as soon as I got home, my mother immediately asked me to open it? Free? Slap me in the face if you are a little lazy, or poke me with a broom and force me to study. (? Free? What does this word mean? )
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However, she has been standing outside the door, blankly watching the van disappear in Arakawa. Why is it mom at this time? At a loss, right? )
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3. Is the article reprimanding the landlord? Me? What's the point of the fragment? (3 points)
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4. Has the author ever thought about it? My mother may be the closest relative who ruined my life? He said? What is the difference between them and me? No, no, only the mother is different? What do the seemingly contradictory words reveal about the author's thoughts and feelings? Please make a brief analysis with the full text. (5 points)
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Narrative Interpretation of Zuo Ji
1. Primary school? Me? I want to buy baseball gloves (electric trains), but my mother won't let me? Me? Buy study reference books, sophomore year? Me? Moved out, but my mother took over? Me? Pay the rent? Me? End the contest between mother and child in the field of learning by dropping out of school.
2.( 1) not only refers to the reference book of this name, but also means irony? Me? Forced to study, and the following mother? A slap in the face? Poke me with a broom? In contrast, it is humorous. (2) The mother felt sad and helpless when her son moved out voluntarily; She is worried about her son's future. Facing the distant son, the mother was a little lost and at a loss.
3. Explain from the mouth of the landlord that mom has always been? Me? Paying the rent means that the mother understands? Me? Lazy and irresponsible; Let's call it the landlord. Me? Cann't stand self-indulgence, can you see that? Me? The performance at that time was terrible. Me? I thought I was independent, but my mother was everywhere, which made me? Me? Shame and trouble.
4. There are three grades.
The first level; The thinking is single and superficial, and the expression is more general.
Example: Mom is very strict. Me? Don't like mom, but? Me? Do you think mom still cares? Me? Yes, she is different from other mothers.
The second level: thinking is not comprehensive, but it has a certain depth and the expression is basically organized.
Example: Mother is very strict, and the way of education is a bit rough. She wants her children to get ahead. The author feels great pressure to be with his mother. But he feels that he has achieved today, thanks to his mother, and he is sincerely grateful to her.
The third level: comprehensive thinking, in-depth analysis, concise and organized expression.
For example, in the author's eyes, mother is very strict and the way of education is a bit rough. She does not allow her children to have their own hobbies. She wants her children to get ahead. The author always feels that living in the great shadow of his mother, even if he wants to resist, it will not help. However, when the author compares himself with his childhood playmates, he finds that he is not much different from them in family conditions, his own qualifications, stubborn personality and so on. His mother's discipline and care played a very important role in his success today. It was his unique mother who turned this wild horse into a good horse. Therefore, he had been dissatisfied with his mother and had fears, but deep down he had more gratitude and love for his mother.