Childhood is the first part of Gorky's famous autobiography trilogy. It tells the story of my growing up as a lonely child. The novel examines the whole society and life from a unique perspective of a child. What are there? I brought the following, welcome to read!

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1 Wide and straight road Your breadth and breadth are given by God, with axes and shovels. Why do you only have the sound of hooves and dust?

Night has come, something as powerful, fresh and caring as a loving mother, like a hug, and silence is like a warm and furry hand stroking gently, brushing away everything that should be forgotten in memory and all the fine dust that eroded people during the day.

From then on, I looked at people anxiously, as if the skin on my heart had been torn off, so my heart became unbearable sensitive to all humiliation and pain, whether it was my own or others'.

Everyone has only his name, and the rights are the same for everyone.

On the blue surface of the Volga River, orange-red ships are upstream, and golden leaves are slowly drifting downstream.

A few days after my mother was buried, my grandfather said to me, "Hey, Lacey, you are not a medal. You can't always hang it around my neck. This is not your place. Go to the earth to make a living ... "So I went to the earth.

Resentment is a piece of ice, which melts when it is warmed.

In the endless work calendar, sadness is also a program, making a fire is fun, and even a face with nothing is decorated with scars. ...

It's dazzling outside. My bird is playing in the cage, and the yellow bird, the gray bird and the goldfinch are singing.

10 Music is full of sadness, like a river running down the mountain, stirring in the room.

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1 People often hear their songs and stop by the window to watch them. The upturned face reminds me of dirty dishes that haven't been washed yet.

It's dazzling outside. My bird is playing in the cage, and the yellow bird, the gray bird and the goldfinch are singing.

In people's minds, joy and sadness are almost intertwined, alternating with each other at an unpredictable and puzzling speed.

Wake up, everyone will die. What is this? Isn't that bird dying? "

So, I made a decision. This autumn, I'm going to Kazan, hoping I can go to college there.

6 Zoka Aoka blushed and walked into the middle of the kitchen, jumping up like a flame: his hands were raised high, his steps were too fast to distinguish, and his shirt trembled and shone like a burning flame. He danced wildly, as if he could jump all over the city by opening the door and letting him out! In the long empty and boring years, fighting is a holiday, but fire can be fun; Scars can also add luster to a dull and expressionless face.

The autumn rain continued, the autumn wind roared, the branches swayed, the outside was cold and humid, but the inside was warm as spring, and everyone sat next to each other, and the atmosphere was harmonious. Everyone was infected by him and trembled with him.

Before she came, I seemed to be sleeping in the dark, but as soon as she appeared, she woke me up, took me to a bright place, connected everything around with continuous county towns, and woven colorful lace. She immediately became my lifelong friend, the closest person, and the most familiar and precious person I know-it was her selfless love for the world that enriched me and filled me with great power.

On the blue surface of the Volga River, orange-red ships are upstream, and golden leaves are slowly drifting downstream.

10 from then on, I observed people with uneasy feelings, as if the skin on my heart had been torn off, so my heart became unbearable sensitive to all humiliation and pain, whether it was my own or others'.

1 1 Music is full of sadness, like a river running down the mountain, stirring in the room.

12 In the endless work calendar, sadness is also a program, making a fire is a pleasure, and even a face with nothing is decorated with scars. ...

13 hate is a piece of ice, which melts when it is warm.

14 Everyone just has his name and everyone has the same rights.

In the song of 15, grandma sometimes advances, sometimes retreats, and sometimes flies, and her youth instantly returns to her, making her present a kind of flower-like beauty. Everyone was attracted by her.

16 I'm so afraid of my grandfather that I always feel that his green eyes are staring at me.

17 The light and shadow are no longer swaying, and the moonlight is clearly printed on the floor, which looks so bleak and peaceful.

18 When I was a child, I imagined myself as a beehive. All kinds of ordinary rough people, like bees, send the knowledge and thoughts of life into the hive. They tried their best to enrich my mind generously. This kind of bee is often dirty and bitter, but as long as it is knowledge, it is honey.

19 In the gloomy autumn, I can't see the sun, feel the warmth of the sun, and even forget the existence of the sun-in this autumn, I lost my way in the Woods more than once. When you are far away from the road, exhausted and unable to find the path, you have to tread the muddy road, cross the thorns and step on the uneven mound and go straight ahead. In this way, you can always walk on the wide road in the end!

When the 20th night comes, something as strong, fresh and caring as a loving mother, like a hug, is gently touched by silence like a warm and furry hand, brushing away everything that should be forgotten in memory and all the fine dust that was polluted during the day.

2 1 Go upstream, raise high and warm, swaying like branches in spring, pulling colorful.

On the blue surface of the Volga River, orange-red ships are upstream, and golden blades are slowly drifting downstream.

A few days after my mother was buried, my grandfather said to me, "Hey, Lacey, you are not a medal. You can't always hang it around my neck. This is not your place. Go to the earth to make a living ... "

The sun shone obliquely on the table, and two long-necked bottles containing Gowasu wine and vodka flashed dark green.

Wide and straight road, your width is given by God with axe and shovel, but why do you only have the sound of hooves and dust flying?

Officials are like naughty children. When they appeared, they broke all the laws.

27 Zoka Aoka blushed and walked into the middle of the kitchen, jumping up like a flame: his hands were raised high, his steps were too fast to distinguish, and his shirt trembled and shone like a fire. He danced wildly, as if he could jump all over the city by opening the door and letting him out! In the long empty and boring years, fighting is a holiday, but fire can be fun; Scars can also add luster to a dull and expressionless face.

Before she came, I seemed to sleep in the dark, but as soon as she appeared, she woke me up and took me to a bright place, connecting everything around with a continuous thread and weaving colorful lace. She immediately became my lifelong friend, the closest person, and the most familiar and precious person I know-her selfless love for the world enriched me and filled me with strength.

Officials are like naughty children. When they appeared, they broke all the laws.

The autumn rain continued, the autumn wind roared, the branches swayed, the outside was cold and humid, but the inside was warm as spring, and everyone sat next to each other, and the atmosphere was harmonious. Everyone was infected by him and trembled with him.

3 1 Don't worry about adults! Adults don't study well; God is testing them. You haven't been tested. You should live according to your children's ideas. Wait for God to open your heart, tell you what to do and show you the way to go. You got it? As for who made what mistake-it's none of your business. It is up to God to judge and punish. He's in charge, not us!

Wake up, everyone will die. What is this? Isn't that bird dying? "

The sun shone obliquely on the table, and two long-necked bottles containing Gowasu wine and vodka flashed dark green.

In people's minds, joy and sadness are almost intertwined, alternating with each other at an unpredictable and puzzling speed.

Her series of "afterlife" seems to me to be a ladder, leaving her and extending deeply down to a dark place and a lonely place.

So, I made a decision. This autumn, I'm going to Kazan, hoping I can go to college there.

When I was young, I imagined myself as a beehive. All kinds of ordinary rough people, like bees, send the knowledge and thoughts of life into the hive. They tried their best to enrich my mind generously. This kind of bee is often dirty and bitter, but as long as it is knowledge, it is honey.

Her series of "afterlife" seems to me to be a ladder, leaving her and extending deeply down to a dark place and a lonely place.

Adults don't worry! Adults don't study well; God is testing them. You haven't been tested. You should live according to your children's ideas. Wait for God to open your heart, tell you what to do and show you the way to go. You got it? As for who made what mistake-it's none of your business. It is up to God to judge and punish. He's in charge, not us!

In the process of singing, grandma sometimes advances, sometimes retreats, and sometimes flies, and youth instantly returns to her body, making her present a flower-like beauty. Everyone was attracted by her.

The light and shadow of 4 1 is no longer swaying, and the moonlight is clearly printed on the floor, which looks so desolate and peaceful.