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夜归家,抬头望天,一弯月牙。突然就想起了老舍先生的《月牙儿》,心生许多苍凉。20多年的写字生活,读了数不清的文章,但一直留存在心里,每次想起都有一股伤感涌上心头的,还是《月牙儿》。小时候一直以为月牙儿是微笑的,直到读了《月牙儿》,我才知道,对于凄苦的童年,它是带着寒气的一钧浅金,是孤寂灵魂的守护者,是孩提之泪的映照者。那年我12岁,当时所能感受的,只是一个情节简单的伤感故事。多年以后再读,才有能力透过文字看到背后的血泪伤痛。“它唤醒了我的记忆,像一阵晚风吹破一朵欲睡的花。”在月光般的诗意语言中,我感受着一个少女的回忆,感受着母女两代烟花女子的苦楚。月牙儿这一意象贯穿全文,斜挂在“我”记忆的碧云上,守护着“我”的孤独,见证了“我”艰难生活的开始,见证了“我”苦苦挣扎的过程,也见证了“我”苦难的一生。在漫长
Go home at night, looking up, a crescent. Suddenly remembered Mr. Lao She’s “Crescent Moon”, many desolate life. More than 20 years of writing life, reading countless articles, but has always been in my heart, every time I think there is a sad surging my heart, or “Crescent Moon.” As a child, I thought that the Crescent Moon was smiling until I read “Crescent Moon”, and I learned that for the miserable childhood, it was a light golden with coldness, the guardian of the lonely soul, the tear of a child Mapper. I was 12 years old that year, I was able to feel at that time, just a sad story plot simple. Read again after many years, have the ability to see the blood and tears behind the text through the pain. “It awakens my memory like a breeze blowing a sleepy flower.” “In the moonlight poetic language, I feel the memory of a young girl who feels the pain of the girl and her two generations of fireworks . The image of the Crescent Moon runs through the full text and sits on the blue cloud of ”Me“, guarding the solitude of ”I“ and witnessing the beginning of the difficult life of ”I“ and witnessing ”I The struggling process also witnessed a lifetime of misery. In the long