Childhood is a typical example, the influence of Childhood .

"Childhood" is a unique autobiography. It is not like most autobiographies that create a portrait of a protagonist. It is more like a long scroll of colorful oil paintings, restoring an era, a life in a family.

In this life, there are many protagonists.

Whether it is beautiful or ugly, they all stand in front of the reader at the same time and impact the reader's heart. With its unique art form, profound ideological content and unique artistic characteristics, "Childhood" occupies an important position in the history of Russian and Soviet literature and even world literature, and has incomparable artistic value.

Background of creation. "Childhood" is the first part of Gorky's autobiographical trilogy. As early as the 90s of the 19th century, Gorky had the idea of writing biographical works.

Between 1908 and 1910, Lenin visited Gorky's apartment on the Italian island of Capri, where he told him more than once about his childhood and adolescence.

Once, Lenin said to Gorky: "You should write everything out, old friend, you must write it!" It's all very educational, excellent!

Gorky said: "One day in the future, I will write ......."Soon, he fulfilled that promise.

"Childhood" is the first part of Gorky's autobiographical ** trilogy based on his own experiences (the other two are "In the World" and "My University"). It tells the story of Alyosha's childhood between the ages of three and ten. ** From the beginning of "I" going to my grandfather with my mother to my grandfather, to the end of my grandfather telling "me" to go to the "world" to eat together, vividly reproduce the living conditions of the lower classes of the Russian people in the seventies and eighties of the 19th century, you can refer to the above information.

When I was four or five years old, my parents took me back to my hometown. My cousin and I went to a beautiful place to play.

Walking on the mountain path, as far as the eye can see, the high mountains are so green that there is no variegation. The trees on the mountain are dense and lush. There is a small stream at the foot of the mountain, and beside the stream is an endless prairie, an endless prairie, like a piece of green and flawless jade.

The creek is crystal clear and pebbles underneath the water.

See it clearly. The clear water crashed against the rocks by the stream, making a crunching sound like a bell. "Ding Dong, Ding Dong ......"It's like the beauty of nature's musical instruments**, whirling and drifting in the secluded valley.

From time to time, there were a few colorful small fish swimming in the stream, and my cousin and I were very happy to see them and wanted to catch a few fish and raise them at home. At first, we scooped with a bucket and scooped it a few times, but only to the stream, and my cousin said, "Why don't we catch it with our hands!"

Yes, yes! My cousin and I let out a chorus of admiration. I also went to catch the fish, and when I saw the fish coming, I opened my hand to wrap the fish, but when my foot slipped, not only did the fish not catch it, but pounced on it.

My cousin and cousin laughed, and when I saw them laugh, I smirked myself.

By this time it was already sunset, and my cousin and I were sitting leisurely by the stream, on the prairie, with the cattle.

They were free, grazing to their heart's content, and then raising their heads again to enjoy their own kingdom. The glow of the setting sun sprinkled on the stream, sparkling and beautiful.

Klock's family is not wealthy, and he works at a fast food restaurant after class. At first, the boss arranged for him to wipe the table, but he had no motivation and slipped home that day.

Klock complained to his father: "My ideal is to be a boss, not to wipe the table. Instead of refuting him, his father told him to wipe down his dining table first. Klock brought a towel, wiped it casually on the table, and then looked at his father and waited for him to accept it.

My father brought a brand new white towel and wiped it lightly on the table, and the white towel was immediately dirty and extremely dazzling. The father pointed to the table and said, "Son, wiping the table is a very simple task.

But you can't even wipe the table, what else can you do, why should you be the boss? Klock was ashamed.

When Klock returned to the fast-food restaurant, he remembered his father's teachings to prepare 5 towels every time he wiped the table, and wiped them in turn, and each time he wiped them in the same direction, so as not to contaminate the table again.

Eventually, Klock was appreciated by his boss and stayed, and took over the fast-food restaurant as the owner. 10 years later, he founded his own catering company, McDonald's.

When someone asks Klock for the secret of success, he always proudly says, "Because I had a great father who taught me how to wipe my table cleanest."