Recently, for some unknown reason, I suddenly wanted to read Lu Xun's books. Is it a brilliant epiphany about novels and essays, or a momentary impulse to look back on the past? I can't explain clearly, the way is unclear. Anyway, I have read it and still have a feeling of reviewing the old and learning the new. "A golden full moon hangs in the deep blue sky, and below is the sandy beach..." Do you still remember this scene that even childhood yearned for?That's right, this is an excerpt from Mr. Lu Xun's "Hometown" from a middle school text called "Youth Runtu". At that time, we sat in the classroom reading aloud and using our imagination to construct our own thoughts of Run Tu. Thinking of the endless green watermelons, our mouths couldn't help but drool... I still remember the teacher who taught me this lesson, his surname He, always liked to wear suits and shoes, but he was not so serious as to be intimidating; Clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, with a refined and refined demeanor, exuding a scholarly aura, yet not as serious as Lu Xun's private school master. He always smiles when he sees people, and when you communicate with him, you can always feel a kind of kindness. Even when you occasionally frown when angry, you don't feel afraid.At that time, the teacher would still delve deeper into the main idea and emotions of the text when explaining it. After all, we had to face exams, and what was more important was to gradually cultivate our understanding ability. If we understood everything without speaking, what other teacher would we need? So whenever Teacher He talks about it here, the students lose interest, just like the flowers that have just been bathed in sunlight withering in an instant. The good student sat there, forcing himself to listen attentively. At least he had to pretend to understand to avoid being criticized, but after all, he had only a partial understanding. He was ignorant, difficult and boring, and dull like a bowl of white rice. As for me, this kind of taste has continued for a long time. Sometimes I buy a tutorial book as a reference, but fortunately, Teacher He showcases his intelligence when naming and answering questions, winning praise and self satisfaction from the teacher. At first, I felt good, but gradually grew tired of it. I felt a sense of guilt and even felt ashamed, especially after being discovered, I began to restrain myself.

翻譯：最近，不知道為何，突然想讀魯迅的書來，關(guān)于小說，關(guān)于散文，是赫然一棒的頓悟，還是回首過往的一時(shí)沖動(dòng)呢？說不清，道不明。反正我是看了，還有種溫故知新的感覺。“深藍(lán)的天空中掛著一輪金黃的圓月，下面是海邊的沙地……”還記得這段就算童年也向往的畫面嗎？

沒錯(cuò)，這是初中時(shí)的一篇課文《少年閏土》——節(jié)選于魯迅先生的《故鄉(xiāng)》。那時(shí)候，我們坐在教室里一邊朗讀，一邊發(fā)揮自己的想象，在腦海里構(gòu)造自己心目中的閏土，想到那一望無際的碧綠的西瓜，嘴角不禁流出口水……教我這篇課文的老師我也還記得，他姓何，總是喜歡一身西裝革履，卻不是嚴(yán)肅得令人畏懼的；眉清目秀，文質(zhì)彬彬，一股子書生氣，而又不像魯迅的私塾先生那樣“之乎者也”，嚴(yán)肅得厲害。他見人總是面帶微笑，你跟他交流總能感受到一種慈祥，就連偶爾生氣時(shí)的擰起眉頭也不覺得恐懼。

當(dāng)時(shí)，老師講解課文還是會(huì)深入其中的主旨和情感的，畢竟要面對(duì)考試，其實(shí)更重要的是，逐步地培養(yǎng)我們的理解能力，如果不講都懂，那還要什么老師呢？所以每當(dāng)何老師講到這里的時(shí)候，同學(xué)們都興味索然，就像剛剛沐浴陽光的花兒霎時(shí)蔫了。好學(xué)生坐在那兒，也是勉強(qiáng)逼著自己認(rèn)真聽講，至少得裝出個(gè)聽懂了的樣子來，免得挨批，可終究是一知半解，懵懵懂懂的，艱澀乏味，枯燥的像一碗白米飯。至于我，這種滋味也一直延續(xù)了很長(zhǎng)一段時(shí)間，有時(shí)買本輔導(dǎo)書作參考，好在何老師點(diǎn)名回答問題時(shí)秀秀自己的悟性，博得老師的表揚(yáng)沾沾自喜。一開始感覺不錯(cuò)，后來漸漸地也煩膩了，心里有種愧疚，甚至覺得羞恥，尤其是被人發(fā)現(xiàn)后，我便有所收斂。