Childhood everyone has experienced. Childhood is wonderful, childhood is happy, childhood is happy, childhood is worth remembering ...... and Gorky's childhood is so horrible, miserable, people dare not go back to think about.
Poor Gorky lost his father at the age of 3, lost his affectionate father's love, followed by his mother and grandmother, came to a small dyeing workshop of his grandfather. From then on, a dark life descended on Gorky's head. Grandfather's temper is very violent, often beat grandmother and Gorky, so that Gorky's young mind appeared in the shadow.
Then Gorky made a friend, Tzigane, and the two of them talked about everything, forming a deep friendship. However, it was not to be, the poor little Tzigane was killed by two vicious uncles. Gorky lost his best friend. Yakov and Mikhail is the devil, Europe beat his wife, but also every day to make trouble to share the family property, brothers are not united at all, the two sons of Sasha was also taught to play tricks on Gorky at every turn. After that, Gorky met the carpenter "good thing", became a good friend. As a result, he was driven away by his grandfather, and Gorky got a stepfather, who was very fierce and often beat people. A few years later, his grandmother, who loved him the most, died, and so did his mother, and he was driven out by his grandfather to collect garbage for a living.
This "family of fools" grandfather Kashlin temperament violent, perverse, greedy, selfish; two uncles Mikhail and Yakov is also rough, selfish mercenary, even the children with them also enthusiastically participated in a share. Only his kind, amiable, affectionate grandmother gave him a shred of comfort in living in such circumstances.
I like the grandmother in the text, she seems to have a special affinity, she has endless stories to tell. And she loved her children so much. Even when it came to Mikhail and Yakov, the two big bads, she didn't ask her grandfather to punish them harshly. How could a good person like to have a war in the family? She also put up with her grandfather's inhuman beatings.
Gorky's childhood was nothing more memorable than some education and friendship! In joy, in sorrow, in love and hate, his childhood rushed by. In reading, I found his love, sought his hate, and savored the light of the darkness of the underworld.
We are now well fed and clothed, and what we want, and is the parents of the "jewel in the palm of the hand", "sweetheart" which can be compared with Gorky's miserable childhood, the difference between the ages is the difference, a paradise, a hell; One is full of sunshine, the other is full of darkness. The first thing I'd like to say is that I don't think it's easy for us to have a good childhood," he said!
Childhood is full of joy, childhood is warm everywhere, childhood is worth remembering the camera, childhood love full of heart, the teacher enthusiastically impart knowledge, students discuss with each other, we are like a small sapling, in the acceptance of the spring rain and dew of the nourishment - to absorb more and better knowledge, and grow strong. In this sea of knowledge, we ended our happy childhood and began to mature.
We live in a socialist country full of humanitarianism, where there is no whip, no beatings, no hatred, no greed, no violence, not to mention the endless atrocities and scandals. People here are kind, pure, optimistic, so our childhood is full of happiness and joy. Gorky in that difficult environment can become a generation of famous artists , we must also study hard to realize their own ideal of life.
2, "childhood" after reading
Maxim. Gorky's "Childhood" is world-famous. In a very ordinary Sunday afternoon, I opened it. Emotions also rise and fall with the lines of black Song characters on the book ......
The painful childhood of the main character, Alyosha, touched me: he lost his father at the age of four, and followed his grieving mother and kind grandmother to the home of his tyrannical grandfather, the owner of a small dyeing factory that was on the verge of bankruptcy, where he was often beaten by his violent grandfather. But his kind grandmother protects him at every turn. At his grandfather's house, he meets many "quiet" relatives, including two selfish, insatiable uncles, Mikhailo and Yakov, who will do anything to separate the family, and two cousins, both named Sara. The simple, loving "Little Tzigane" (Ivan) uses his arm to deflect his grandfather's whips from Alyosha's body, even though he gets red and swollen. But the strong man was later crushed to death while helping his second uncle Yakov carry the cross.......
Alyosha's childhood was spent in a typical Russian family: greedy, cruel and ignorant; fathers and sons, brothers and husbands and wives fought with each other; and they often quarrelled and brawled over trivial matters in order to compete for property. ...... But in this dark family, there was a hard-working, strong and kind grandmother. She often told Alyosha good mythological stories, but also subconsciously teach him to be a person who does not want to bend the knee to the ugly phenomenon.
Alyosha's childhood was dark, just like his family. There was so much cruelty around him that sometimes even he couldn't believe it was happening. But it was good to have his grandmother - the family's spiritual support. Alyosha also knew many other people: the tenants of the new house, the third son of the neighbor, and so on. Alyosha is also aware of the "strange" behavior of his family, and he understands a lot of things about them.
Compared with Alyosha, our childhood is brilliant and colorful; it is free of pain and worry, and even more carefree. There are so many children who don't even know what it means to be "beaten", because we have never experienced what it is like to be beaten and whipped. It was probably an unimaginable pain. Of course, in our lives, there was very little rivalry between family members, fights over property, and other greedy and vicious things. And there is no such thing as the unthinkable "horror" of torturing an innocent person to death for no reason.
Oh, my goodness, our childhood was so different from Alyosha's. We lived in a honeypot every day. We lived in a honeypot every day, soaked in sweet water, piled up with golden money ...... How happy we were! We never have to think about food, clothing, housing and transportation, which let the adults to worry about it is enough, it is not our turn.
But with all this, we don't know enough. We always want more. Because, in our eyes, adults earn money so easily, seemingly effortlessly. How naive we were. Indeed, we do not have to be like Alyosha only eleven years old to the "earth" alone. But after reading "Childhood", we should repent for our own extravagance, we should no longer waste, we should learn to cherish.
So, let's start now. We should no longer be extravagant and wasteful; we should begin to think of our elders and sympathize with them; and we should all the more begin to be content with our own happy life. For the future, for the future, for the day we arrive on "earth".
3, the main content of childhood
The main story is that I went back to my grandfather's house with my mother. Unwelcome, but Grandma was very kind to me, she spent a lot of meaningful time with me. She taught me to read so that I could study. Then my uncles forced Grandpa away because they were afraid my mom would come and take the property. The ferocious Grandpa thus took it out on Grandma, and I thus hated Grandpa very much, disobeyed him and suffered a lot of beatings. But at the same time when Grandpa was moving around to escape his son, I got to know many people, and each of them brought me a lot of realization, and I grew up gradually. Until one day, Grandpa was penniless and had to beg for food on the street. My future life changed forever.
What follows is on earth, and childhood ends here
4, good words from childhood
On the blue waters of the Volga River, the orange-red ship was swimming upstream, while a golden blade slowly drifted downstream.
I was terrified of my grandfather and always felt his green eyes staring at me all the time.
The tune was sad and stirring, as if it were a river running down from the mountains, stirring the room.
Often people heard their song and stopped to look at them from under the window, the upturned faces reminding me of unwashed dirty dishes.
"Alas, you people ......!" He often sighed like this out of nowhere, not knowing what he was lamenting. The end of "O people ......" was always drawn out by him.
Itsuka walked out into the middle of the kitchen with a flushed face and danced like a flame: arms raised high, feet so fast it was hard to tell, shirt shaking and glowing brilliantly as if on fire. He danced as if he could dance all over the city by opening the door and letting him out! Everyone was infected and quivered after him.
As she sang, Grandmother moved forward, backward, and soared, youth returning to her in an instant, giving her a beauty like a flower in bloom. Everyone was captivated by her.
"Hey, Lexie, you're not a medal, you can't keep hanging around my neck, this is no place for you, go mingle on earth..."
So I went to the earth.
It was a long time later that I finally understood. The Russians, because of their poverty, because of the monotony of their lives, love to have fun with pain, to play with it; and often, like innocent children, they are seldom ashamed of their misfortunes.
In the long years of emptiness and boredom, fighting is a holiday, fire can be happy to relieve boredom; in the dull expressionless face, scars can also add color.
"Wake up, all men have to die, what is this? Isn't it true that the bird will die too?"
The shadows of the lamps no longer swayed, and the moonlight was clearly imprinted on the floor, looking so bleak and peaceful.
Broad and straight avenue, your wide production is given by God, axe and shovel can not help you, only the horse's hooves, dust and fall.
The sunlight dipped in and shone on the table, and the two long-necked bottles of gewurztraminer and vodka glowed a dull green.
Outside in the snow was bright and blinding. My birds were frolicking in their cages, yellow finches, gray finches, and goldfinches singing.
Autumn rains were falling, autumn winds were whistling, tree branches were swaying, it was cold and wet outside, but inside it was warm and spring-like, and everyone sat close together in harmony.
Granddad hooked his rolling arm around my neck, the book laid out in front of me, and he crossed to my shoulder, pointing his finger at the letters.
He appeared at the mouth of the alley, looking around, his hat over his ears, covering his big leaping face.
Grandfather braced himself slowly with his hands, his face scrunched into an axe, his eyes almost glazed over.
He walked back and forth through the house with his shoulders on end, and suddenly he slammed the door shut with a single reach, taking the heavy hook with him.
The cobblestones of the dusty up-buried street were like swollen scars, larger nearer and smaller the farther away they were, stretching all the way to the Ostrozhnaya Square on that side of the valley, which was paved with clay, and on the clay was a prison.
The prison was gray, with a guard tower at each of the four corners, imposing and melancholy in form.
A fireman on duty, like a dog on a chain, kept walking back and forth.
A patch of short roofs, rinsed by the fall rains, long ago covered with thick dust again, crowded like the callers at the door of a church, all the windows staring out, probably waiting, as I was, for what was about to happen.
Grandma carried him back to bed as soon as she could, just as she had carried me.
Granddad flexed his front legs and tensed his back legs like a hunter on a Bear Hunt picture, and when Grandma went to plead with him, he wordlessly pushed her outward with his ribs and feet.
Smoothing her hair, braiding it, casually washing her face twice, blowing her nose, and with an angry look on her face, she stood up in front of the icon and began to pray.
Her smiling eyes gleamed as if she had grown much younger all at once, and she raised her heavy hands and drew a slow cross on her breast.
The room was all at once solemn, and the flies flew cautiously.
Happy sunlight shone through the windows from the garden, pearly dew glistened colorfully on the branches of the trees, and the morning air smelled of fennel, sour chestnuts, and ripe apples.
He pouted, clumsily picking up stones from the ground with trembling hands and firing back, cursing a trio of expletives that never came out in patterns.
Bugsy winked humorously, and he could imitate orioles, jays and cuckoos and even kittens. But it seems to have trouble learning human language.
There are many other things to remember about the family that are interesting. But an overwhelming sense of depression drove me close to suffocation, as if I had never lived in a deep, sunless pit. Deep pit, I can't see, can't hear, like blind, deaf ......
Soldiers also fat as a leather ball, sitting on the edge of the window to smoke, puckered face glaring coughing, the sound is very strange, like a dog barking.
5. Good words
Suddenly, as it were, fluttering, interested, glittering