abstract
The novel My University is the last autobiographical trilogy completed by Gorky 1923 during his convalescence abroad, and the first important work he wrote after the October Revolution. Describe Alisha's activities and growing experience in Kazan. Aletha 16 years old came to Kazan with the hope of going to college, but his dream could not be realized. The slums and docks of Kazan became his social university. Alisha has no place to live, so she shares a bed with others. Working in docks, bakeries and grocery stores. Later, due to contact with college students, middle school students, members of secret groups and revolutionaries exiled from Siberia, their thoughts changed. Alesha had been reading the works of revolutionary democracy and Marxism before taking part in revolutionary activities. Under the guidance of revolutionaries, he got rid of the mental crisis of suicide.
Creation background
My University is the last autobiographical trilogy completed by Gorky during his convalescence abroad in 1923, and the first important work he wrote after the revolution in 10.
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In my university, Gorky used his own brush strokes to reflect the life of Russian intellectuals at that time and the activities of populists against the czar's rule, showing the ideological status of Russian intellectuals in this period. In Gorky's autobiographical novels, we can see that Gorky hated the ugly reality of Russia when he was young and has been trying to explore the road of life. He once fantasized about being a robber, robbing the rich to help the poor or improving people's lives by praying to God, but at that time he was still young, of course, this was just a naive fantasy. In a large number of critical realism works, he also failed to find one that he had pondered hard? What should I do? The answer to the question. Contact with many intellectuals with revolutionary emotions, Gorky wants to find a new way of life from them.
During his four years in Kazan, Alesha didn't go to college, but in all these walled universities, he came into contact with all social strata, especially met some populist revolutionaries, learned about the living conditions of farmers, gradually improved his consciousness and learned some revolutionary truths. As Gorky himself said in his memory:? Although I was born in Nizhny Novgorod, I got my spiritual life in Kazan. Kazan is my favorite? University? . ?
Excerpts from my college quotes.
The yellow of Chimonanthus praecox is so yellow, so lovely, so soft, like the tender yellow fluff of a newborn chicken. Its shape is sharp and round, its size is dense and impeccable. A small number of budding flowers no longer sleep quietly on the branches, and clusters of flowers sway in the cold wind, emitting bursts of fragrance, which makes people feel happy and elated. Even if you close your eyes, you can smell the warm heart, which is intoxicating.
This spring, I decided never to cry again. Although I am lame, I have no freedom in the wind, no fish to walk, and no human wisdom, but I find that I have a good voice besides a sentimental heart! That's enough! I want to make cicadas fall in love with me with beautiful songs, let passing girls stop and applaud me, and let couples here be full of laughter!
Read "Broken Chapter" to regain confidence; Reading "If you give me three days of light", I am optimistic; I learned to love my country by reading Show My Son. When I read this, Ai Qing's voice rang out in my ear. Why do I have tears in my eyes, because I love this land deeply? And I have to say: Why are there tears in my eyes? Because I love reading deeply! ?
? Wang Ju? You are the king of chrysanthemums. You see, its heart is bright red, but its petals are pure white. The green stems and green leaves are so harmonious. This is the best of all chrysanthemums. Some petals are standing, some are sitting, some are hanging, and the one standing seems to be giving orders to other petals! Ah! Chrysanthemum, a symbol of beauty.
Little goldfish likes sports. After my observation, I found that the little goldfish is not afraid of cold, but also very happy in winter, playing in the fish tank, very free and carefree. Not as eager to act as other animals. The scales of small goldfish can still emit a little faint light under the sunlight. Not only that, the fins on both sides of the little goldfish will look like two paddles.
At night, looking at the colorful sky in this city, there are no stars and no bright moon. Compared with this gorgeous and luxurious canopy, I still miss the canvas-like plain sky in that small county. There are no luxurious colors, but there are the cutest stars, the purest moon, and the people who watched the stars with me that night.
? Tolerance is a grain that grows among thorns. ? If we can take a step back, the world will naturally be broad. Let's improve our personal cultivation in the journey of life, constantly cultivate the good quality of tolerance, always look at the world with a tolerant eye, treat others with a tolerant attitude, and firmly believe that tolerance will bring you happiness and happiness, and you will eventually get huge benefits from tolerance.
As long as you don't refuse the humble grass, the field of hope won't refuse your dream of flying. As long as you don't refuse the majestic snow-capped mountains, the holy snow lotus will not refuse your inner purity. As long as you don't refuse to be ordinary step by step, attractive brilliance won't refuse you to have them. As long as you don't refuse to help others, kind people won't refuse to love you.
People often ask: What is happiness? How many people know? In fact, happiness is very simple. Happiness is sometimes a possession, sometimes a waiting, sometimes a feeling. Harvest is a kind of happiness, pay is a kind of happiness, indifferent is also a kind of happiness. In fact, happiness is all around us. Do you feel it in our little life? At every step of our growth.
Needless to say, Vatini's clothes are very beautiful. He wore embroidered Moroccan boots, embroidered clothes, silk buttons and a white beaver hat, hung up his watch and strode. But yesterday, Hua Henny suffered a great failure because of vanity: his father walked slowly, and the two of us walked all the way in front and sat on the stone bench by the roadside. There sat another well-dressed teenager, who seemed very tired and bent his head in thought. (after reading)
No money, no experience, no experience, no social relations, these are not terrible. If you have no money, you can earn it through hard work; If you have no experience, you can summarize it through actual operation; Without experience, you can accumulate step by step; No social relations, you can knit bit by bit. However, no dream, no idea is the most terrible, which makes people feel scared and want to escape!
It's good to be at home, but it's hard to leave home. I didn't really understand the meaning of this sentence until I left home. On the seventh day of this year, I may have left for a better reunion, but when I left, I saw my old parents frowning and urging me to go out, hoping to be safe and sound, with mixed feelings in my heart. As a child, we also clearly know that the greatest happiness of a person in his later years is the company of his children and grandchildren, but he still goes his own way and can't help crying.
No one ever understood me. I am used to pretending to be strong and facing everything alone. In fact, I cherish the people around me, but the pressure of life makes me good at forgetting and forgetting all those memories? I think forgetting can make me happy, but I feel more lonely. In fact, I am also eager for someone to understand me. I also long for someone to come into my heart.
It always opens quietly in the yard when the weather is a little cold in late autumn. Camellia is not like a pile. The whole flower falls, but the petals fade slowly until the end of life. In the winter when almost all the flowers wither, the red camellia is particularly warm and full of business. Moreover, planting in the garden can also make people appreciate her faint floral fragrance.
However, among all kinds of hands, what I like best are those skinny, rough and calloused hands. Father's hands of farmers and herdsmen can be said to be the ugliest. They are covered with cocoons and often stained with dirt and dust, but they are the hands that condense his hard work for our family. I like them.
1, everyone likes flattery, and everyone is too outspoken. It's not that you change quickly, but that you are too bad. Don't be lazy with me, I'm too lazy to compete with you. Patience and persistence are better than fierceness and fanaticism. 5. A failed genius is a fool! 6, the greatness of life, die under the flowers! 7. Sorry, I can't see what you want. 8. You are only suitable for missing, not meeting. 9. The rich have a good ending and everything will be fine!
Childhood is like a cup of strong coffee, warm to your heart, childhood is like a cup of light tea, let you aftertaste; Childhood is like a rainbow of storms; Colorful and dazzling; Childhood is like the afterglow of the sunset, so unforgettable; Just like that winding path, it makes you grow. The wind can't blow away this warm memory; Rain is falling all can't hide this moving melody, only the lovely sunshine shines and is preserved.
Dull is a kind of strength. After you encounter setbacks in life, it will gently soothe your heart and make your heart full of upward electricity! Put the plain part in the lower part of life and listen to the spring of life, and the spring breeze will blow away the haze and hard ice of your life, so that you can capture the life flavor emitted by the plain life.
In the snow all over the sky, in the lament of everything, plum blossoms appeared and stood proudly in the snow. Her tall and thin branches are not affected by the snow at all. Snow proud first frost. In full bloom in the snow, full of pride, standing upright, standing upright, regardless of the wind and snow blowing, this is why I love plum blossoms, strong and unyielding.
Winter is coming, and the earth is like a mother who has just given birth. Under the cover of snow, she slept wearily, and the warm sunshine shone on it, reflecting the holy light. Vilen is as silent as a lifeless painting, and only a thick smoke floats in the corner of the picture, adding a sense of movement to the picture. The motorcade carrying wheat straw passed through vilen and headed for the paper mill under thick smoke, leaving a string of whips and laughter on the long road.