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    Definition: 胡斯(1369—1415),捷克爱国主义者和宗教改革家。

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      I. Foreword

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      by 鲁迅 CHAPTER I A FOREWORD BY THE AUTHOR FOR more than a year or two I have been wanting to write the true story of Ah Q, but while, on the one hand, I was desirous of doing it, on the other, I vacillated in my purpose. This proves that I am not the sort of person whose name can depend upon his writing for preservation, because in times past it has been necessary that an immortal pen preserve in writing the memory of a person who is to be of imperishable fame; therefore, it is not clear which is dependent…
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      杂文

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      《桃色的云》

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      The Playfulness of the Opera

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      by 鲁迅 In the span of twenty years, I've only had the chance to watch Chinese opera twice. For the first decade, I steered clear of it, lacking both the desire and the opportunity. Both experiences occurred in the latter half, yet neither left a lasting impression before I departed. The first encounter was in the inaugural year of the Republic when I first set foot in Beijing. A friend, keen on sharing the city's cultural offerings, suggested that I broaden my horizons by experiencing a performance. Intrigued…
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      The Playful Ducks

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      by 鲁迅 After the Russian poet, Mr. Elroy Shanko, who was blind, arrived in Beijing with his six-stringed lyre, he soon complained to me, "Lonely, so lonely, a loneliness akin to that of a desert!" His words likely reflect a profound truth, yet I, having grown accustomed to the city, have not felt this solitude. Instead, I find Beijing to be quite bustling. However, the very noise I perceive might be the loneliness he speaks of. It seems to me that in Beijing, spring and autumn are but a fleeting moment.…
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      Dragon Boat Festival

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      by 鲁迅 Fang Xuanchao has lately been fond of the phrase "almost the same," which has become his catchphrase, deeply ingrained in his thoughts. Initially, he said "exactly the same," but feeling it was a bit too absolute, he opted for "almost the same," a phrase he's stuck with. Since he latched onto this unremarkable adage, it has sparked many new reflections, yet it has also brought him a sense of solace. For example, he used to be incensed when he saw the elderly bullying the young, but now he reassures…
    • by 鲁迅 Chapter One Preface For more than a year, I've been contemplating writing the definitive biography of a certain Mr. Ah Q. Yet, as I prepare to put pen to paper, I find myself reflecting on the past, a clear sign that I'm not a person of unwavering conviction. The immortal pen, they say, must record the deeds of an immortal soul. Thus, the person is immortalized through the writing, and the writing through the person – a cycle that blurs the lines of dependency. Eventually, I find myself tasked with…
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      Homecoming

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      by 鲁迅 I defied the piercing cold to return to my hometown, a place over two thousand miles away and separated from me by more than twenty years. It was the heart of winter, and as I drew near to my hometown, the skies turned gloomy. A cold wind howled through the cabin of my boat, and through a gap in the canopy, I gazed out at a desolate landscape under the sallow sky. A few scattered villages lay lifeless in the distance, devoid of any vitality. My heart was overcome with a profound sense of…
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      Storm in a Teacup

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      by 鲁迅 As the sun dipped below the horizon, its golden hues began to wane over the riverbank. The leaves of the Chinese tallow trees, just released from their parched state, were abuzz with a few mosquitoes dancing beneath them. The smoke from the farmhouse chimneys started to thin, signaling the end of the day's cooking. Women and children sprinkled water on the earthen courtyards outside their homes and arranged small tables and low stools, a clear indication that dinnertime had arrived. Elders and men…
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      The Story of Hair

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      by 鲁迅 On a serene Sunday morning, I peeled away the calendar's worn page to reveal the fresh date, and upon a second glance, I mused, "Ah, October 10th—why, today is National Day. Yet, there's no trace of its mention here." As fate would have it, my elder acquaintance, Mr. N, was paying me a visit for a casual chat. Upon hearing my observation, he responded with a tinge of irritation, "They're correct! If they choose to forget, what can you do? And if you remember, what does it change?" Mr. N has…
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