风筝—鲁迅

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风筝—鲁迅 篇1

风筝,会勾起多少人儿时的回忆啊!鲁迅先生与风筝也有一段故事。饱含愧疚,但在亲情面前却真挚无比,动人无比,感人无比。

小的时候,我多渴望有只风筝。内蒙古的春风多深啊!好像专门为这里的孩子送来的礼物。一只又一只的风筝起飞了,欢乐了多少孩子的童年,又忧愁了多少孩子的记忆。内心渴望得到一只属于自己的风筝的想法更加强烈了。

每天下午一放学,我就拉着妹妹的手,一起奔到有玉米秸秆的地头上,看他们放风筝。太阳的光是那么的长,黄昏是那么的柔和,头顶上簌簌的干瘪的玉米叶不停歇的随风唱着歌,我和妹妹紧紧的靠在一起,把整个身子都窝在玉米垛里,一直抬头望着填空中的风筝,讨论着他的样式,他们的名字,在打赌哪个会飞得最高。最高兴的就是,有哪个小伙伴独个儿来放风筝啦,看到我们在旁边,就会让我们帮他把风筝高高的扬起,那一刻仿佛是自己的风筝飞起来了。好像自己手中扬起的是天安门的五星红旗一样,双眼直勾勾的盯着他,内心暗暗的期待这个风筝会是这些当中的第一名。妹妹小我九岁,她也不过三岁而已,但是看着她黑黑的瞳孔也随着风筝而动的时候,我就知道,她也特别想有一只风筝。

于是我和妹妹就会一起来央求妈妈,给我们买一只风筝。在提这件事情之前,我和妹妹总是很乖,常常会主动做些家务,也不看电视,提前写完作业。就等妈妈心情好的时候提出来,机会就会大很多,我们会好好的挑个时间,耐心的央求妈妈买一只风筝。结果就是被一句“这是男孩子完的东西”全部否决。一切的努力都付诸东流。或许是我把头低的太低吧!妹妹也跟着忧郁起来,单纯的大瞳孔蒙上了一层薄雾。

记不清自己到底有没有因为没有买到属于我们自己的风筝掉过眼泪了。总之在我的记忆里,我们到后来还是有一只几乎一米长的黄色蜻蜓风筝的。

或许我永远也忘不掉的就是,在回家的路上,那条被我踩平了的玉米地的路,我抬头发现一只被挂在电线上的大风筝,飞也似的跑回了家,没头没脑的就拽着爸爸往出跑。“风筝”“风筝”。我知道当时我一定特别害怕在我们到之前有人发现了他。我高兴的跳着,跑动跑西的找长的木棍,眼巴巴的盯着他。直到捧在怀里。第一时间喊了妹妹,尽管时间已近过了黄昏,我们还是没有听妈妈的话等到明天就放了风筝。

鲁迅遇“鲁迅”的启示 篇2

原来冒名顶替“鲁迅”的人是一位小学教师,真名“周初仁”。当许、章两人找到他时,他眉飞色舞地介绍:“我就是鲁迅。敝人小作《彷徨》已经印发八万份了。全国书局已经上架售罄,请二位看后不吝指教。”两人听后哑然失笑。拱手告辞。

回去后,许、章两人将“鲁迅”所见所闻如实写了一封长信,邮寄给了鲁迅。

真相大白,水落石出。鲁迅在1928年4月的《雨丝》杂志回应了这件事,标题是《在上海的鲁迅与杭州的鲁迅启事》,文中幽默风趣:

“让我非常欣慰的是,中国另一个姓周。名鲁迅的先生和我同时代不期相遇了,应该值得庆贺。中国同名同姓之多。这是没有办法更改的。但让我很感兴趣的是,通过他的自叙,有一大半和我一样的经历,就像影子和人体重叠般的默契。这让我很为难,到底我是人体,他是影子;还是我是影子,他是人体,至今我自己都糊涂了,分不清。那位杭州的‘鲁迅’,曾经给一位大学生写过这样一首诗歌:‘我来君寂居,唤醒谁氏魂?飘萍山林迹,待到他年随公去。’署名竟然是‘鲁迅游杭吊老友曼殊句’。这首诗歌细细品味,有失高明之处一二,硬是替着曼殊说‘待到他年随公去’,也未免太专制了。‘去’呢?自然一天要‘去’的,然而去‘随’曼殊去,我这個上海的鲁迅做梦都没有想过。另外我再次强调:我之外,今年至少还有一位叫‘鲁迅’的和我对视中,但那个‘鲁迅’的言语和行动,和我曾经印过一本《彷徨》而没有销售到八万本的‘鲁迅’无关……

事后,许、章两人特地赶到上海,问询鲁迅如何处置那个冒牌货,是否告官把他抓起来。鲁迅哈哈大笑:“随它去吧。不必追究,到此为止!”

一场冒名顶替的风波就这样云淡风轻,一笑泯江湖。鲁迅靠宽厚仁慈的姿态,用幽默的方式撰文化解了这场意外,让世界回归祥和安静之中,这是鲁迅为人处世精彩妙笔,也是一个人涵养滋润的人生风采。

翻译:风筝 (鲁迅) 篇3

北京的冬季,地上还有积雪,灰黑色的秃树枝丫叉于晴朗的天空中,而远处有一二风筝浮动,在我是一种惊异和悲哀。

It is wintertime in Beijing.The ground is covered with thick snow.Leafless tree-branches in greyish-black color reach into the clear sunny sky.A couple of kites floating high in the air at distance saddle me with a feeling of bewilderment and melancholy.*************************************************** 故乡的风筝时节,是春二月,倘听到沙沙的风轮声,仰头便能看见一个淡墨色的蟹风筝或嫩蓝色的蜈蚣风筝。

The kite-flying season of my hometown is around February in springtime.If you happen to hear rustling sound of wind-wheels, look up and you would see a grayish-black crab-shaped kite or a light-blue centipede-shaped kite.还有寂寞的瓦片风筝,没有风轮,又放得很低,伶仃地显出憔悴可怜的模样。

There is also the solitary tile-shaped kite which doesn’t have wind-wheels.Helplessly it flies at low altitude with a worn-out and piteous look.但此时地上的杨柳已经发芽,早的山桃也多吐蕾,和孩子们的天上的点缀相照应,打成一片春日的温和。

At this time, the foliating willows and budding wild-peaches on the ground complement those children’s high-flying adornments to fill a warm spring’s day.我现在在哪里呢?四面都还是严冬的肃杀,而久经诀别的故乡的久经逝去的春天,却就在这天空中荡漾了。

And where am I now? I am surrounded by bitter cold in all directions, but then a reminder of the long-gone springtime of my hometown is now going up and down in the sky.*************************************************** 但我是向来不爱放风筝的,不但不爱,并且嫌恶它,因为我以为这是没出息孩子所做的玩艺。Kite-flying is never my cup of tea.Not only that I dislike it, but I hate it with a passion because I always think that is something an unmotivated kid would do.和我相反的是我的小兄弟,他那时大概十岁内外罢,多病,瘦得不堪,然而最喜欢风筝。My little brother is the opposite.At that certain time he was around ten years old, sick all the time and skinny as a twig.He loved flying kites.自己买不起,我又不许放,他只得张着小嘴,呆看着空中出神,有时竟至于小半日。

He couldn’t afford to buy a kite, and I wouldn’t allow him to fly one.All he could do was to gaze at the sky in fascination with his mouth open, and sometimes for duration of almost half-a-day.远处的蟹风筝突然落下来了,他惊呼;两个瓦片风筝的缠绕解开了,他高兴得跳跃。他的这些,在我看来都是笑柄,可鄙的。

When a crab-shaped kite from afar fell off the sky, he would scream in amazement.When two tile-shaped kites became disentangled, he would jump up and down for joy.In my view, what he did was laughable and contemptuous.*************************************************** 有一天,我忽然想起,似乎多日不很看见他了,但记得曾见他在后园拾枯竹。

One day I suddenly realized I hadn’t seen him for many days but I did remember seeing him collect fallen twigs in the backyard.我恍然大悟似的,便跑向少有人去的一间堆积杂物的小屋去。推开门,果然就在尘封的什物堆中发现了他。

Then it dawned on me.I ran to a seldom-visited storage shed and opened the door.As expected, I found him among a pile of dust-covered stuff.他向着大方凳,坐在小凳上;便很惊惶地站了起来,失了色瑟缩着。

He was sitting on a small stool facing a big square chair.He stood up in shock;his face turned pale and he started to quiver.大方凳旁靠着一个蝴蝶风筝的竹骨,还没有糊上纸,凳上是一对做眼睛用的小风轮,正用红纸条装饰着,将要完工了。

Leaning against the square chair were the bamboo ribs of a butterfly kite and the paper cover had not been pasted.On the chair was a pair of wind-wheels for the eyes.They were being decorated with red paper strips and close to completion.我在破获秘密的满足中,又很愤怒他的瞒了我的眼睛,这样苦心孤诣地来偷做没出息孩子的玩艺。我即刻伸手折断了蝴蝶的一支翅骨,又将风轮掷在地下,踏扁了。

I felt self-satisfied in exposing his hidden secret and infuriated at him for making extra efforts in fooling me to do such nonsensical kid’s game.In the heat of all these, I reached out and broke a rib of the butterfly’s wing, and then threw the wind-wheels on the floor and stepped on them.论长幼,论力气,他是都敌不过我的,我当然得到完全的胜利,于是傲然走出,留他绝望地站在小屋里。后来他怎样,我不知道,也没有留心。

In terms of age and brute strength, he was not my match.Of course it was a total victory for me.I strutted out and left him standing in the shed in devastation.I didn’t know or care what happened afterwards.*************************************************** 然而我的惩罚终于轮到了,在我们离别得很久之后,我已经是中年。我不幸偶而看到了一本外国的讲论儿童的书,才知道游戏是儿童最正当的行为,玩具是儿童的天使。

I finally received my just deserts.Long after we went our own ways and I reached middle age, I regrettably stumbled upon a foreign book about children.After reading it, I found out playing games would be normal behavior for children and toys would be little angels to them.于是二十年来毫不忆及的幼小时候对于精神的虐杀的这一幕,忽地在眼前展开,而我的心也仿佛同时变了铅块,很重很重地坠下去了。

Suddenly the long-forgotten scene in which I mentally abused him at our childhood age twenty years ago seemingly was replayed right in front of my very eyes;at the same time, my heart sank like a piece of very heavy lead.*************************************************** 但心又不竟坠下去而至于断绝,它只是很重很重地坠着,坠着。My sinking heart didn’t hit bottom, but just kept sinking lower and lower.*************************************************** 我也知道补过的方法的:送他风筝,赞成他放,劝他放,我和他一同放。我们嚷着,跑着,笑着──然而他其时已经和我一样,早已有了胡子了。

I knew how to make up to him, such as buying him a kite, encouraging him to fly a kite, and accompanying him to fly a kite.We could shout, run and laugh together.But by the time he was at that age with a beard just like me.*************************************************** 我也知道还有一个补过的方法的:去讨他的宽恕,等他说:“我可是毫不怪你呵。”那么,我的心一定就轻松了,这确是一个可行的方法。

I also knew another way for redemption, and that would be to ask for his forgiveness.Once he said: “I’m not a bit bitter about you”, then a great burden would be lifted off my mind.That would be a practical solution.有一回,我们会面的时候,是脸上都已添刻了许多“生”的辛苦的条纹,而我的心很沉重。

At one time when we met, our faces had been furrowed with the grind of life and I was heavy-hearted.我们渐渐谈起儿时的旧事来,我便叙述到这一节,自说少年时代的糊涂。“我可是毫不怪你呵。”我想,他要说了,我即刻便受了宽恕,我的心从此也宽松了罢。

Gradually our conversation turned to tidbits in the old days when we were little.I recounted the episode and admitted it was a youth’s folly.I was thinking he was about to say: “I’m not a bit bitter about you.” Then I would be forgiven right away and a load would be lifted off my mind forever.*************************************************** “有过这样的事么?”他惊异地笑着说,就象旁听着别人的故事一样。他什么也记不得了。“Did it really happen?” He laughed in amazement as if he were listening to someone else’s story.He didn’t remember a thing.*************************************************** 全然忘却,毫无怨恨,又有什么宽恕可言呢?无怨的恕,说谎罢了。

It was totally forgotten.How could there be forgiveness if there was no bitterness? To feel good about receiving a pardon from someone without a grain of bitterness in heart, I might as well lie to myself.*************************************************** 我还能希求什么呢?我的心只得沉重着。

What else could I ask for? My heart just had to live with a heavy burden.*************************************************** 现在,故乡的春天又在这异地的空中了,既给我久经逝去的儿时的回忆,而一并也带着无可把握的悲哀。我倒不如躲到肃杀的严冬中去罢,──但是,四面又明明是严冬,正给我非常的寒威和冷气。

Now my hometown’s spring is alive in the sky of this strange place, which also brings back memory of my long-gone childhood and a bout of irrepressible sadness.Maybe I should hide away in the bitter cold of deep winter;but then again isn’t deep winter already everywhere around me showing me its extreme mercilessness and coldness.***************************************************

鲁迅风筝教学反思 篇4

我设计了三个问题帮助学生探究文章的主旨。

第一个问题,“你认为文中的‘我’爱弟弟吗?请从文中找依据分析。”学生认为,当年不许小兄弟放风筝,是为小兄弟有出息,是恨铁不成钢,是兄长对弟弟的管束。一旦明白自己错了,虽是几十年前的往事,虽为兄长,也要讨小兄弟宽恕。同胞手足之情溢于言表。

第二层面,从鲁迅的自省精神看,鲁迅是严于解剖自己的,严于自省的,往事,小事,都一丝不苟,知错必改,郑重其事,这种精神非常可贵。

鲁迅《风筝》教学设计 篇5

一、教学目标:

1.能复述课文的主要内容,会运用本课的一些词语和顺序、倒序、插叙等记叙手法。2.能够领悟本文表达的情感,如手足之情、自我批判和对当时社会精神虐杀的批判等。

二、教学重难点:

1.学会运用顺序、倒序、插叙等记叙手法。

2.能够领悟本文表达的情感,如手足之情、自我批判和对当时社会精神虐杀的批判等。

三、课时安排:2课时

四、教学过程 1.情境导入

有首歌词这样写道“又是一年三月三,风筝飞满天,带着我的思念和梦幻走回到童年”,每次看到天空中的风筝,我们便会想到我们天真烂漫的童年。多么想重走一回童年,只因为风筝带给我们很多快乐,但是,是不是所有的孩子都能尽情享受放飞风筝的自由和快乐呢?让我们走近课文,来了解一段一对兄弟之间关于风筝的故事。2.初读课文,请大家带着问题(全班读/抽读/默读)全文

任务:在读过程中划出段落序号;找出文中生字词;思考课文的主要内容;在有问题的地方做下记号。

主要内容:课文记叙了“我”小时候毁掉了弟弟的风筝,二十年后我知道自己错了,准备向弟弟道歉,而弟弟却全然不记得了。

3.我的小兄弟受到“欺负”为什么不还手?中年后又全然忽视受到的不公正待遇?

(即文本想要说什么)

(1)封建礼教虐杀人的天性。

(2)被虐杀的人毫无抗争,毫无怨言的忘记、忽视他们承受的不公正待遇。4.通过课文的叙述能说明哪些问题呢?

(2)封建礼教虐杀人的天性。

(2)被虐杀的人毫无抗争,装作毫无怨言的忘记、忽视他们承受的不公正待遇。

(3)时局的混乱纷争。

(4)社会环境的混杂,人际关系的冰冷。5.开头和结尾的环境描写各有什么作用?

开头:奠定全文情感基调,悲凉灰色的压抑。

结尾:呼应开头,漫延悲凉的气氛。

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