读《少年闰土》有感

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.

翻译：最近，不知道为何，突然想读鲁迅的书来，关于小说，关于散文，是赫然一棒的顿悟，还是回首过往的一时冲动呢？说不清，道不明。反正我是看了，还有种温故知新的感觉。“深蓝的天空中挂着一轮金黄的圆月，下面是海边的沙地……”还记得这段就算童年也向往的画面吗？

没错，这是初中时的一篇课文《少年闰土》——节选于鲁迅先生的《故乡》。那时候，我们坐在教室里一边朗读，一边发挥自己的想象，在脑海里构造自己心目中的闰土，想到那一望无际的碧绿的西瓜，嘴角不禁流出口水……教我这篇课文的老师我也还记得，他姓何，总是喜欢一身西装革履，却不是严肃得令人畏惧的；眉清目秀，文质彬彬，一股子书生气，而又不像鲁迅的私塾先生那样“之乎者也”，严肃得厉害。他见人总是面带微笑，你跟他交流总能感受到一种慈祥，就连偶尔生气时的拧起眉头也不觉得恐惧。

当时，老师讲解课文还是会深入其中的主旨和情感的，毕竟要面对考试，其实更重要的是，逐步地培养我们的理解能力，如果不讲都懂，那还要什么老师呢？所以每当何老师讲到这里的时候，同学们都兴味索然，就像刚刚沐浴阳光的花儿霎时蔫了。好学生坐在那儿，也是勉强逼着自己认真听讲，至少得装出个听懂了的样子来，免得挨批，可终究是一知半解，懵懵懂懂的，艰涩乏味，枯燥的像一碗白米饭。至于我，这种滋味也一直延续了很长一段时间，有时买本辅导书作参考，好在何老师点名回答问题时秀秀自己的悟性，博得老师的表扬沾沾自喜。一开始感觉不错，后来渐渐地也烦腻了，心里有种愧疚，甚至觉得羞耻，尤其是被人发现后，我便有所收敛。