今天我们继续讨论人物描写，首先大家还是先读一读一篇美文。

My Average Uncle

He stood out splendidly above all my uncles because he did not stand out at all. That was his distinction. He was the averagest man I ever knew.

You would never pick him out in a crowd. He became just another man the minute he was in one. So many more pounds of man. Good solid pounds, but just pounds. You would never remember his hair or his chin, or the shape of his ears. If he said something, you would agree with it, and, an hour later, you would be sure you had said it yourself.

Sometimes I think men like that get along about the best. They are the easiest on their houses, their wives, and their children. They are easiest on the world.

Uncle Amos was easy on his wives and children. He had three of them, in all. Wives, I mean. I never did get the count of his children straight, there were too many assortments of them. Three wives. It seemed surprising to me at the time. With all the trouble I had, myself, having to stand on my head and work my legs, or bung stones at cherry birds, to keep the attention of just one girl for a month. I often wondered how Uncle Amos, who never stood on his head or whittled out even a butterpat, could attract so many women as he did. With hair a little thin on his head, and legs that could not possibly do more than three and a half miles an hour on the road, there he was, with three families behind him. Of course, he had the families spaced. The wives of Uncle Amos did not come all at once. They were drawn out. One batch of children grew pretty well up by the time the next batch hove in sight, waddling and falling on their faces-to save their hands-as waddling children do.

I knew my Bible, especially the marital parts, in which I took deep interest. I had read the Bible through many times under the eye of one particular aunt. I knew a lot about matrimony from that. But Uncle Amos had me puzzled. He had broken no commandments. All his marriages were open and above-board. He wasn't like the patriarchs who didn't always wait for one wife to go before another came. Yet Uncle Amos 's status and his children 's status were rather complicated.

The women must have been drawn to him because he was so much like what an average fair husband would seem to a woman to be.

This man made no flourishes to attract anybody. He never drove a fast horse. He never wore trousers with checks any larger than an inch square-which, for the time, was conservative. Is house never got afire and burned down just after the fire insurance had run out. Not one of his boys and girls ever got drowned or run over by the steam-cars. The few that died growing up died of diphtheria or scarlet fever, which were what children died of then, the usual ways.

Uncle Amos never had a fight.

Uncle Amos never lost a pocket-book. At least not one with much money in it.

Uncle Amos never went even as far as Boston.

But there he was, never making much money, but with all the comforts of home around him, eating his stewed eels, sitting in his galluses out in the orchard in the cool of the evening, with a plump baby to climb up in his lap, whenever he felt like having a baby on his lap and had his old trousers on and didn't care much what happened to him. There he was, shingling his house only when it got to leaking so it put the kitchen fire out. Drinking a little ale now and then, when he came by it easy. No big hayfields to worry about. No wife that craved more than one new dress a year and that one she generally ran up herself on her sewing machine. One best pair of trousers to his name, which the moths got into, but not so deep but what they could be healed up with a needle. Not many books to excite him and keep him awake nights, or put ideas into his head and make him uneasy. No itch ever spreading out upon him to go out and take the world by its horns. There he was, in clover!

Amos was a Republican. But then, most everybody around was. It was an average condition. Uncle Amos didn't have much to do except carry a torchlight when the Republican Presidents got elected, as they did regularly. And if Uncle Amos got grease on him, it never was very much grease, and his current wife took it out of him with her hot iron. Politics passed him by. Great events passed him by. And big taxes.

But we nephews did not pass him by. We were strangely drawn to him. Especially when some of our specialist uncles wore us down with their crankiness and difference. I spent some of the quietest Sundays of my life in Uncle Amos's yard, lying under apple trees and listening to bees and not listening to Uncle Amos who was bumbling away at something he did not expect me to listen to at all. And caterpillars came suddenly down on fine wires shining like gold, and hit Uncle Amos on his bald spot, and he brushed them off and went on bumbling. The heat was a burden, and the apple blossoms fell to pieces and drifted down on me, and I could see the roof of the world over the black twigs they came from. These were my solidest hours of pure being. I did not have to do anything live up to this quiet, friendly man. He did not expect me to stand on my head and show off, or go after his pipe, or keep the flies from lighting on his bald spot. And he always had lemon drops somewhere deep in his roomy pockets, fore or aft, and he liked to give them to me.

The only trouble Uncle Amos had in his life was after he had got through with it. When they came to bury him, they could not fix it so he could lie next to all his three women. He had liked them all equally well. But there was not enough of Uncle Amos to go round. So they put him on the end of the row.

Uncle Amos did not mind, I am sure. I am sure he sleeps average well.

Robert P. Tristram Coffin是一位美国诗人、随笔作家和传记家，他在缅因州出生成长，其作品主题多为家乡以及家乡父老的日常生活。

很显然，作者希望我们读完全文后能会心一笑，但是，他的目标并不仅仅在于此。他还打算想我们展示一种蕴藏于平凡之中的真善美。为了实现这个效果，Coffin将语言表达的朴素和思想内涵的复杂交织在一起，同时通过孩子的眼睛和成人的智慧来观察，勾勒出一幅美丽的普通生活画面。

作者在文章中多次使用词组而不是完整的句子。仅仅在第二段中，就出现了“So many more pounds of man. Good solid pounds, but just pound.” 在后面的十一段中，又连续使用“No big hayfields to worry about. No wife that craved more than one new dress a year,…One best pair of trousers to his name,…Not many books to …No itch ever spreading out upon him to go out and take the world by its horns.” 等等。句子片断的使用带有强烈的口语效果，使行文自然流露出小孩子的日常生活气息，而这种气息在遣词造句上正与作者想要表达的平凡之美相符。

同时，作者还运用反复的写作手法。还是在第十一段中，他以“But there he was”开始，中间照应“There he was”，并以“There he was, in clover”结尾。简简单单的反复中，Uncle Amos呼之欲出。Coffin还在同一句话中反复使用一个单词或者一个词组，比如开篇第一句“He stood out splendidly above all my uncles because he did not stand out at all.”貌似矛盾的句子，实际上以间接的方式反映出作者对所谓“成功”的批判态度。
如果说作者希望我们因他对Uncle Amos描述而开心的话，他更希望我们能够理解这个人物形象所代表的一种实实在在的价值。

另外，作者在描写Uncle Amos的平凡时，其高超手法也值得借鉴学习。任何一个稍有逊色的人都可能会大量重复使用average，但是，作者没有。他以average这一概念为核心，用同义词或者其他表达方式间接表现出Uncle Amos的性格。比如，“…he did not stand out at all”，“You would never pick him out in a crowd. He became just another man the minute he was in one”,以及“This quiet, friendly man”，不胜枚举。

来，让我们也来试一试。选一个你身边的人，或者想像一个角色，对他们最本质的特征进行刻画，就像Coffin那样。在你试笔的时候，尽可能模仿Coffin的手法，而且确定你描写地这个人物的特征有其自身的意义。