Writing background:
This article was written in 1930, which is a memory of the author's middle-aged life experience. Feng Shundi, Hu Shi's mother, is a traditional "mother image" in the old society. She was widowed at the age of 23 and kept it for 23 years. After experiencing the pain and suffering of life, she died at the age of 46. The biggest pain is that many relatives have passed away. For her only son, Hu Shi, she pinned all her hopes on him, endured everything and struggled for 23 years. She would rather be embarrassed than study for Hu Shi. She thinks of her son everywhere, and is an enlightened mother who pays attention to intellectual input. 19181kloc-0/June, she passed away in the hardships of widowhood. Hu Shi lost his father when he was a child, and his mother propped up the whole family with her thin body. At home, the mother plays the role of loving mother strict father-not only to pour maternal love into children, let them feel the warmth of home, but also to strictly control children and let them learn how to behave. All this left the first and deepest memory in Hu Shi's young mind.
Original text:
Every day at dawn, my mother wakes me up and tells me to get dressed and sit up. I don't know how long she sat awake. When she saw me awake, she told me what I did wrong yesterday, and let me admit my mistake and study hard. Sometimes she will tell me all kinds of benefits of dad, and she will say, "You should follow in your father's footsteps. All my life, I only know this complete person. You should learn from him and don't lose his shares. " Losing shares is humiliating and ugly. When she talks about her sadness, she often tears. It was not until dawn that she dressed me and urged me to go to early education. The key to the school gate is at Mr. Wang's house; I looked at the school gate first, then ran to my husband's house and knocked at the door. Someone in Mr. Wang's house handed the key through the door. I took it and ran back. I opened the door and sat down to study. In ten days, I was the first to open the school gate for eight or nine days. I didn't go home for breakfast until my husband came.
My mother is the most strict with me. She is a loving mother and a strict father. But she never scolds me or hits me in front of others. I did something wrong and she just looked at me. I was frightened when I saw her stern eyes. The crime was not serious. She waited until I woke up the next morning to teach me a lesson. She committed a great crime, closing the door when others were silent, first blaming me, then punishing me, or kneeling down, or wringing my flesh. No matter how heavy the punishment is, I am not allowed to cry. She taught her son not to vent his anger and asked others to listen.
One early autumn evening, I had dinner and played at the door, wearing only a vest. At that time, my mother's sister, Aunt Yu Ying, lived in my house. Afraid that I was cold, she took out a small shirt for me to put on. I refuse to wear it. She said, "put it on, it's cold." I casually replied: "Niang (cool) what! Laozi is not Laozi. " As soon as I said this, I looked up and saw my mother coming out of the house. I put on my shirt quickly. But she heard this frivolous remark. In the dead of night, she made me kneel and gave me a heavy punishment. She said, "How proud you are to lose my father! Easy to talk! " She was trembling with anger and refused to let me go to sleep. This is my strict teacher and my loving mother. My mother is the kindest and gentlest to others and has never said anything that hurts her feelings. But sometimes she is also very strong and not insulted by her personality. My fifth uncle is a loafer. One day, he complained in a cigarette shop that my mother needed help at home and was probably always kind to him. This sentence reached my mother's ear. She burst into tears with anger. She invited several people in her family and called her fifth uncle. She asked him to his face who he had given him what benefits. She didn't stop until Uncle Wu publicly admitted his mistake and made amends. I lived under my mother's lessons for nine years and was greatly influenced by her. I left her when I was fourteen (actually only 1202 or three months old). I have been playing poker alone in this vast sea of people for more than 20 years, and no one has ever taken care of me. If I learn a little good temper, if I learn a little kindness to others, if I can forgive and understand others-I have to thank my loving mother.
Appreciate:
In plain language, the article is more affectionate. This kind of tolerant and lasting love between mother and child shows a touching effect through a simple sketch. The reason why this article has touching power is not because of its magnificent structure and gorgeous words, but because of its simplicity.
Plain language, simple and clear, vividly depicts my mother's character: "My mother wakes me up at dawn every day" and "urges me to go to early education". In old China, where Confucianism dominated, women's status was extremely low. Besides, Hu Shizhi's mother was a housewife of a big feudal family. As a widow and stepmother, what can she expect except her son to "follow in the footsteps of Lao Zi"? So "My mother is the most strict with me, and she is the loving mother strict father". For the biological children, the mother "pays special attention to everything and embraces everything", "I really have no choice but to quietly walk out the door". Only through this plain narrative can the painful image of mother's humiliation jump from the paper and touch the sympathetic voice in the readers' hearts. Not a bunch of flowery words. Love for mother is deep and simple.
In fact, the plain style comes from the author's true feelings. Therefore, any false feelings and affectation will not have a shocking artistic appeal. Through reading the whole article, we can feel Hu Shi's deep love for his mother. As a descendant of scholarly family, Hu Shi received the traditional Confucian ethical education of loyalty, filial piety and benevolence in his childhood. Later, he learned from Zhu's primary school to "manage the family diligently", so he understood his mother's difficulties more and more deeply. So his nine-year life in his hometown gave me a little life training besides reading. At this moment. My teacher is my loving mother. "Of course, I love my mother more." If I learn a little good temper, if I learn a little kindness to others, if I can forgive and understand others-I have to thank my loving mother. "Between the lines strongly reveals the love and respect for mother. The truth and purity of feelings are touching.
About the author:
Hu Shi (189165438+February17-1February 24, 962) was originally named Siyou, whose scientific name was Hong Biao, whose name was Xijiang, and later renamed Hu Shi, whose name was Yi, and whose pen names were Tianfeng and Zanghui. Hu Shi has a wide range of interests and rich writings, and has in-depth research in literature, philosophy, history, textual research, education, ethics, redology and many other fields. Hu Shi died on February 24th, 1962 on/kloc-0, and was nominated by Nobel Prize in Literature in 1939.