The time when Liu E presented this purple brush to Mr. Wang Boqin cannot be verified, but judging from the content of Liu E's inscription and the age difference between them, it should be before Mr. Wang Boqin was 40 years old. Mr. Qian Kunxin wrote a book "Mr. Dong Yin's Travel" (Nanjing Literature 1 No.9991issue). 2 1 published in the Republic of China), which talked about Mr. Ling's academic experience: "Mr. Wang's learning has changed from time to time, and the crown is weak, and the ancient is strong." Forty years later, I went in and out of Buddhism, met Mr. Huang, and believed in the ancient sages. "Mr. Wang Boxun's" Learning in Youth "should have a lot in common with Liu E in language. The" Mr. Huang "mentioned is Huang Baonian, a scholar of Taigu School. Liu E is also the third generation descendant of Taigu School, and both Huang and Liu are proud disciples of Li Guang, the second generation main figure of Taigu School. Later, Mr. Wang Boling visited Huang Baonian many times, which should be influenced by some thoughts of Liu E. Wang Bokun's Empress Mian clearly remembers that in mid-February, 1937+65438, the Japanese army attacked an arsenal outside the moat, and the plane passed by the roof of her house. On the rostrum of Zhonghua Gate, the Japanese army set up more than 90 anti-aircraft guns and bombed the whole city day and night.
Wang Mian, then 10 years old, is now an ancient and rare old man. She said that there used to be five entrances in the yard, and you can see the Zhonghua Gate Tower at home. As the explosion approached, people flocked to the bomb shelter. Wang Bokun, who couldn't go to Chongqing with the school because of a stroke, lay in bed and didn't want to leave. Several students tried to carry him into the basement on a stretcher, but they were resolutely refused. Wang Bozhen said: "Animals and plants all die. People should not be afraid of death and should not take it too seriously." Wang Bozhen said, I didn't expect the Japanese to hit Nanjing so soon after the "July 7" Lugouqiao Incident. As a China person, the only thing I can do is drag out an ignoble existence.
Wang Mian's mother saw that she couldn't beat her husband, so she didn't go into the bomb shelter and called her daughter, "Go home!" "The air defense alarm screamed, and the neighbors were empty. Only the mother moved to the stool and stayed with her father.
13 before the fall of Nanjing, the gendarmerie was cut off from water and electricity, forcing residents near Zhonghua Gate to move to refugee areas to avoid disasters. However, after the Japanese army entered the city, it burned and looted all the way, and the refugee area was not absolutely safe.
"Japanese soldiers want to kill you, turn your head away, don't look and don't cry. When you shout, my heart goes haywire. Please help me, "Wang Bozhen told her daughter. Wang Mian said that his father was soft-hearted, especially reluctant to part with his flesh and blood, so he said this to his 10 year old daughter. My father is ready to die calmly and never flinches in front of the Japanese.
As expected, Japanese soldiers broke into their home in the refugee camp and took Wang Bokun away from his hospital bed. Ling Bo glared, and the eyes of Japanese soldiers were fierce. "Of course, the Japanese are angry when the national subjugator is so arrogant," Wang Mian said. "The Japanese soldier drew his knife at once." At this moment, my mother suddenly opened her arms, stood in front of her husband and shouted at the Japanese soldier: "You are a samurai, he is a patient, you kill me first!" " Wang Mian said that many Japanese soldiers knew Chinese at that time, and the soldier obviously understood his mother's words. The two sides were deadlocked for a few seconds, and the Japanese slowly closed their knives, reluctantly and with fierce eyes.
"That look is really fierce!" Decades have passed, Wang Mian said, and his eyes are still unforgettable. Wang Mian has always called his father a "cold Confucian", which means that he concentrates on his studies and lives in poverty. Wang Bozhong teaches at Southeast University and lives on his salary. "My father never talks about money," Wang Mian said. Wang Bozhong often helps friends or lends money to others, making students worry about him and worrying that the remaining money is not enough for him to live. It was more difficult to make a living during the war. The Japanese army and Wang Jingwei's puppet government tried to use Wang Boxun's fame to grant him a fake post with nominal salary, but they hit a wall again and again. Wang Bozhen denounced all the pseudo-government officials who came to lobby. His wife was afraid that he would offend others, so she simply refused to let him see the lobbyist and blocked the fight herself. One day, a legislator of Wang puppet government came and said that he would put his name in the government, but he didn't know it. Mother smiled indifferently and asked the visitor, "I don't know whether it is legal to use a person's name and seal, but I don't know whether it is legal or not." You are a legislator, so you know ... "The man immediately blushed and argued," You are really Wang Boxun's wife. " In Wang Mian's impression, the refugee camps are crowded and messy. He must wear cotton-padded clothes when sleeping in winter, and everyone gets up when there is any movement. Bodies were floating in the pond outside the camp.
The Wangs are getting poorer and poorer and even have no food. But if there is anything delicious, it must have been given by Wang Bokun before he died. My daughter studies hard every day to please her father. She doesn't want this or that, for fear that her father will be sad.
My mother pawned for a living without telling my father, but she never sold Wang Bokun's favorite books. However, when a family of three returned home after living in a refugee camp for several months, they found books all over the floor, and even the wooden boxes containing books were cut off for fire, leaving only a pile of ashes on the ground. "Some Japanese soldiers can also read and draw," Wang Mian said. The Japanese army took off their epaulettes when looting, so they couldn't tell whether they were officers or soldiers. "They picked it up with bayonets, put it on, and took some famous paintings from my house."
One day, a scholar-like person called home and thought of buying Wang Boqin's ancient books at a high price. Mr. Wang Lao is worried about who will have the money to buy books when disaster strikes. After many inquiries, it turned out that the traitor bought it for the Japanese. Wang Boxun was very angry and insisted that he would rather starve to death than let ancient books fall into Japanese hands.
1938, the Japanese army ordered Nanjing people to apply for a new citizen card. Wang Boxun didn't want to see Japanese soldiers in the street and refused to take photos of his credentials in the photo studio. Finally, the photographer had to take pictures at home.
So far, the only photo of Wang Boqin in the "Wang Boqin Zhou Fagao Memorial Hall" was taken at that time. In the photo, he is sitting next to a pine tree with a bamboo pole. His eyes are so bright that he can't see that he has had a stroke. In case of family death, Nanjing people usually carry coffins outside the city for burial. During the Japanese occupation, the city gates were strictly controlled, and passers-by had to take off their hats and salute. Even the dead may be humiliated by opening the coffin and throwing the body into the street. 1944, Wang Boxun was seriously ill. On his deathbed, he told his wife that he would never meet the Japanese aggressors in his life, nor would he meet them at the city gate when he died. After his death, his coffin must be buried in the backyard.
Wang Bozhong is deeply respected by his neighbors, but under the rule of the Japanese, his neighbors are sad and angry, and there is nowhere to express them. The bad news spread to Chongqing thousands of miles away, and all friends and disciples wrote poems to praise their national integrity. 1946, Southeast University moved back to Nanjing to hold a memorial service for Wang Bozhong. In the living room, the wooden door is open, and the light shines on a scroll painting 4 meters long and 2 meters wide on the upper left. This painting shows Wang Boxun's husband, linguist and writer Fa Zhou and others reading.
Wang Mian, 78, was sitting on a cane chair with her mother. The noise in the street seems to be cut off by the door of a moon. The stone tablet of "The Tomb of Mr. Dong Yin, a Confucian Scholar" stands in the living room. In the 1960s, this stone tablet was copied to pave the way. Later, Wang Bozhen's four students managed to find the stone tablet, put it on their backs and took it back to the original site.
Father's tomb and tombstone were originally in the east of the backyard, and Wang Mian can see them every day. As for the scene on the day when the Japanese emperor announced his unconditional surrender, Wang Mian bowed his head and suddenly looked up at the sky: "Of course, it was a family sacrifice!" I don't want to say anything, there are tears in my eyes.
Most of Wang Bozhong's relics are handwritten ancient books. He never talked about it in his life, and his academic achievements were rated as many notes. A Dream of Red Mansions has been intensively read for 20 times. Since reading 16 times, I have circled my notes with the five-color pens of Zhu, Green, Yellow, Ink and Purple. After 24 years of continuous research, * * * made 12387 comments. 1985, Jiangsu Ancient Books Publishing House published two volumes of Wang Bo's Dictionary of a Dream of Red Mansions. Wang Mian comes here twice a year from Taiwan Province Province to sort out his father's works. Her wish is to reprint all her father's 130 books in her lifetime. Wang Mian pointed to a handwritten page with slightly different handwriting and said that it was written after his father had a stroke. He copied it for more than ten hours. The stone tablet has been returned, and I asked if Wang Bozhen's remains were well. Wang Mian burst into tears. The cemetery was forcibly moved to the Flower Temple. When the descendants went to clean it up, "the coffin disappeared, only a few bones were picked up and put in a small jar."