I was still young when my uncle Lu Xun was alive. I don't know who Lu Xun is. I thought my uncle was my uncle, just like anyone's uncle. My uncle died, and his body was lying in the auditorium of the funeral home. Many people came to mourn and pay tribute to him, and some even burst into tears. Countless elegiac couplets hung all over the walls, and wreaths of all sizes filled the whole room. Workers and students send elegiac couplets and flowers. There are all kinds of people. At that time, I was a little surprised why my uncle was loved by so many people. I just looked at the people who came and went to mourn, thinking that I would never see my uncle's face again, never hear his voice again, never be caressed by him again, and tears fell drop by drop.

One day in the first month of my uncle's death, it was Saturday afternoon, and my parents took me to my uncle's house. At that time, every weekend, our three sisters took turns to follow my parents to my uncle's house for reunion. On this day, at the dinner table, my uncle told me the stories and characters in Water Margin. I don't know how my uncle knew that I watched outlaws of the marsh, but my father probably told him. To tell the truth, I watch Water Margin. I don't know all the characters and complicated contents of those heroes, and sometimes I put what one person does on that person. When my uncle asked me, I just talked nonsense. My uncle touched his beard and smiled and said, "Ha ha! My memory is still very good. " After listening to my uncle's words, I feel ashamed and regretful, which is harder to love than being beaten and scolded. Since then, I have never read anything so-so.

When I left that day, my uncle gave me two books, one is Watch and the other is Little John. My uncle has been dead for many years, and I still have these two books.

Once, at my uncle's house, everyone had dinner around a table. I looked at my father's nose and uncle's nose and said to him, "Uncle, you are like your father everywhere except one thing." .

"What's nothing like it?" My uncle turned his head and asked me with a smile. He chewed, and the beard on his lips moved.

"Dad's nose is tall and straight, and yours is flat and flat." I looked at them for a long time before I said.

"You don't know," my uncle said with a smile touching his nose. "When I was young, my nose was as straight as your father's."

"That how-"

"But then, I hit the wall several times and smashed my nose."

"Hit the wall," I said. "How did you hit a wall? Did you walk carelessly? "

"Do you think it's not easy to hit the wall when it's dark all around?"

"Oh!" I suddenly realized, "Of course, the wall is much harder than the nose. No wonder I hit my nose flat. "

Everyone present burst out laughing.

One night, the north wind roared and the sky was very dark. People in the street hurried home. My parents took my hand and went to my uncle's house. Walking not far from my uncle's door, I saw a rickshaw driver sitting on the ground moaning and the car was thrown aside.

We walked over and saw him holding his feet in his hands, with no shoes on his feet and a pool of blood dripping on the ground. He heard footsteps and looked up, and his weather-beaten face showed unbearable pain.

"What's the matter?" Dad asked him.

"Sir," a deep voice said in his pale twitching lips, "I didn't pay attention. I stepped on the broken glass, and the glass stuck into my feet. I can't go home because of the pain! "

Dad ran to his uncle's house. Soon, he came out with medicine and gauze. They helped the coachman into the car, one squatting and the other kneeling. Dad took tweezers to clip out broken glass for rickshaw driver, and uncle brought boric acid water to wash it for him. They also drugged and bandaged him.

The coachman said gratefully, "My home is not far from here. I can carry it back. I really don't know how to thank you, two kind gentlemen! "

Uncle took out some money and told him to rest at home for a few days and give him the rest of the medicine and bandages.

It was dark, and the street lamp gave off a faint light. I stood in front of my uncle's house and looked at them. Suddenly, I felt a chill. I feel my nose as cold as ice and my feet and hands are numb. I thought, how can that rickshaw puller run barefoot on the road in such a cold day?

When my uncle and father came back, I asked them. I don't remember my uncle's answer now, except that his words are very abstruse and incomprehensible. I looked up and asked him to give me a detailed explanation. At that time, I clearly saw that now I clearly remember that his face no longer had that kind and happy expression and became so serious. He didn't answer me, just put his skinny hand on my head.

After my uncle died, I met his wife, Sam. A San is a worker's wife. Her husband lost his job. She was so worried that she couldn't see clearly. She talked to me about her uncle's life. She said, "Mr. Zhou is very ill and writes articles in the middle of the night. Sometimes I feel sorry for him when I hear him cough. He feels sorry for himself. "

Indeed, uncle is such a person. He thinks less about himself and more about others.