Can anyone give me fourteen reading notes for Chaohuaxi, use them urgently!

This chapter is a book that mainly tells the story of 24 filial sons in ancient China, and the main purpose is to promote feudal filial piety, Lu Xun.

Mr. read this book when he was a child, mainly writing about Lu Xun's affinity with Lao Lai and Guo Ju'er.

The disgust of these two stories vividly exposes the hypocrisy and cruelty of feudal filial piety, and expresses the pity of Chinese children at that time.

At the beginning of the article, the author expresses his stance against the vernacular in a cursing-seeking manner, criticizes the destruction of children's nature by retroism, and then leads to the "Twenty-Four Filial Piety Pictures" through clever transitions

to expose the cruelty and hypocrisy of feudal filial piety.

The whole discourse is like peeling off the cocoon, showing the essence of feudal filial piety to exterminate people's hearts step by step in front of the reader, in the process the author sometimes ridicules, sometimes satirical, and deepens the intensity of criticism and criticism, which makes people feel deeply excited to read.

"Morning Flowers and Sunset" is Mr. Lu Xun's later years in order to recall those unforgettable people and things, and express his nostalgia for his relatives, friends and teachers in the past.

A collection of reminiscence essays written with love. "From the Hundred Herb Garden to the Three Flavors Book House" is an article in it. Baicao Garden and Sanwei Book House are in Lu Xun.

Hometown Shaoxing, Zhejiang. Baicao Garden is Lu Xun's childhood paradise, and Sanwei Book House is a study school.

Turquoise vegetable furrows, smooth stone well bars, tall honey locust trees, purple and red mulberries. "This is Lu Xun's Baicao Garden. Cicadas, bees, the Son of Heaven, and larks all add to the atmosphere of birds and flowers in the Baicao Garden.

In the Baicao Garden in winter, it snows, and Xiao Lu Xun likes to catch birds in the snow, although he didn't catch a few, but Xiao Lu Xun is still happy.

Happy tossing in the snow.

Sanmi Shoya was the strictest shokumi school at that time. Lu Xun and his classmates walked to a plaque and a painting of deer when they entered the door every day at school.

The first is to worship Confucius, and the second is to Mr.

Lu Xun's husband was very strict and very learned. When Xiao Lu Xun stepped into the big of the Sanwei Library.

He will not be able to play in the herb garden all the time, "only reading, learning words, and ...... lessons."I gradually read more and more books, and gradually added more and more lessons.

Go, from three words to no words, and finally to seven words. ”

I like this article the most, Lu Xun's vivid and lively words resonated with me and made me return.

From the carefree joy of childhood, as well as the pressures and gains of growing up.

The last touch of the sunset, used to depict the days when you and I stayed together, was just in vain, and forgetting had already fallen in your heart.

Life practice, although there is no splendor of summer flowers, but there must be the quiet beauty of autumn leaves, the heart is like glass, the indifference, even if there are thousands of words, what does it have to do with me. Invite a piece of the past, pick up a bit of nostalgia, if the heart lake can still make waves.

1. In fact, the distinction between humans and poultry does not have to be so strict. In the animal kingdom, although it is not as comfortable and free as the ancients imagined, there are always fewer things to do than the human world. They are adaptable and willful, right is right, wrong is wrong, and they do not say a word of argument.

Maggots may be unclean, but they don't pretend to be high; Birds and beasts of prey use weaker animals as bait, which may as well be said to be the best, but they have never erected the banner of "justice" and "justice", so that the victims still blindly admire and admire them until they are eaten.

2. There is indeed a slight difference between Chinese and Western thoughts. I heard that when the filial sons of China are about to "prolong their parents with deep sins", they will buy a few catties of ginseng and pour it into the decoction, hoping that their parents will breathe for a few more days, even if it is half a day.

One of my gentlemen, who taught medicine, taught me the duty of a doctor: "He who can be cured should be cured, and what is not curable should be given a painless death." - But this gentleman is naturally a Western doctor.

My father's breath was so long that even I had a hard time listening to him, but no one could help him. Sometimes I think like a flash of lightning, "I'd better catch my breath a little faster......."

Immediately I felt that this thought should not be, that is, I had sinned; But at the same time, I feel that this idea is really legitimate, and I love my father very much. Even now, I still think so.