Yidong, if everything in life must have an explanation for its antecedents, for example, your life should be explained by death, the husband should use his wife as a footnote, and the father should use his son as a continuation, and meet again End with separation. . . I think that no matter how difficult the life without you is, how trembling the hand holding the pen is, how confused the thoughts are, how strong the love and hate are, I have to give you an explanation. Yidong, as you wrote to me, with perseverance, courage, and affection, I will give you enough responses.
Yidong, following you is my lifelong belief, just like the democracy, progress, and freedom you pursue, I am passionate about it. No turning back.
Yes, I should reply to you. I can't let your letter circulate alone in the world, so lonely. Yidong, writing letters was once the thing we most longed for. Just like when you traveled east to Fusang in the past, Hongyan conveyed how deep our thoughts were, Qingluan witnessed how deep our love was, and Ziyan measured how long we were apart. thick. Although Fusang is far away, our hearts are never separated. As long as your letter comes back on time, your heart will never leave. Writing letters is an extension of love words, a continuation of stories, and a relay of life. Your figure is never missing due to separation, in my life, life and dreams.
Every time I open a letter, you stand in front of me, whispering to me, enjoying the plum blossoms in the banana forest, being drunk by the stars and the bright moon, and reciting poems handed down from ancient times. Sunrise and sunset lengthen the distance between us in vain, but you and I share a sincere love, and under the same sky, no one can think of being separated.
However, who would have thought that the letter that always brought me joy would give me a fatal blow this time. This is a letter that cannot be returned. You stand on the edge of death and use all your heart to express your gratitude. Tenderness, give me the final comfort. I will always cherish this tenderness, this entrustment, and my heart, but I can never give it back. Even if you could turn into a ghost and come back every night, we would still be separated forever! A farewell that cannot be reunited!
How many times have I tried my best to hold this soft square scarf firmly. Yidong, this is not just a letter. This is your blood and tears, your unwillingness to give up, and your firm and persistent belief. Every word, it witnesses your softness and stubbornness, your ambition and your ambition. Pride has witnessed your pursuit and progress, and your determination to sacrifice your life to save the country.
Actually, how could I not understand your thoughts? Yidong, falling in love with you is the first page, the last page, and the only page in my love history. On the night of my wedding, I didn’t know what kind of husband Yuelao had given me, or what kind of fate my love would end up in. Would I be able to grow old together? Our love affair started after marriage, and the order was disrupted from the beginning, but it did not affect our loyalty to love, our pursuit of truth, and our yearning for democratic progress. From the day we became husband and wife, you have always had a profound influence on me, making me dare to say goodbye to feudalism, take the lead in letting go of bound feet, attend a housewife school, and follow you step by step towards a magnificent but unknown destiny.
On April 11, 1911, you had been studying in Fusang for two years. I met you unexpectedly on this day. I thought it was the biggest gift you gave me this spring. Yes, you came back with a carefully planned goal, but it was not for me to go home, but just on the way. You had a tragic expression, which I misread as joy. Yidong, I think I am so stupid, and the Queen Mother is too late to see the hidden thoughts behind your smile. I actually thought that you were drunk because of our meeting. It turns out that we get together just for separation, for eternal separation. This gathering is the last time our husband and wife will get together in this world, and this separation is the last time our husband and wife are apart in this world. You never came back, including your body. Although you promised me that you would come back to accompany me as a ghost, but I still have never seen you, not even in my dreams.
Yidong, in fact, you already have the answer to the separation of life and death. From the moment you came back, you have decided to stay away from this home, us, and the world. Once upon a time, I asked you to promise me that if you traveled far away, I would stay with you and tide over the difficulties. Once upon a time, you said that you wanted me to die first, fearing that my fragile body would not be able to bear the pain of death. You promised me things, and your words are still in my ears, but you didn't do it, you didn't do any of it. Yidong, even if I can't go with you, at least I can say goodbye to you solemnly, without letting you feel sad and bear all the sorrow of separation alone. Yidong, do you think Xiaocao is afraid of the strong wind? Although her weak body fell down due to the strong wind, after the strong wind passed, she straightened her waist and welcomed the morning dew.
You don’t believe that this little grass like me can stand up again after the typhoon, do you? So, you made what you thought was the best decision or the worst plan? Now that I think about it, Yidong, you still understand me better than I know myself. You have had a premonition that failure is irreversible. With your thin bodies and buckets of blood, you righteous men will not be able to open the thousand-year-old door of the imperial capital. However, if there are no practitioners, there will be no future. Now, you are willing to be a pioneer, use your flesh and blood, and use the signal of death to awaken 40 million compatriots and overthrow the monarchy. Yidong, you have great ambitions, how could I not support you, how could I not be proud of you? When you were only 24 years old, you made the most important decision in your life and participated in the most important battle.
Yidong, you once said that a young man does not look forward to the Marquis of Wanhu, yes, what is the Marquis of Wanhu? It's just a small official rewarded by the feudal dynasty for thousands of years, and a small place. What you hope for and get is a bigger title - a revolutionary pioneer in modern Chinese history. A new page in history is opened by you, and a new historical China is created by you. After the battle of Huanghuagang, who in the world does not recognize you? Compared with the warm-blooded compatriots who later sacrificed their lives for righteousness, what is our small contribution? What is our separation? If we can exchange for peace, happiness and tranquility in the future, our sacrifice will be really worth it! Totally worth it!
Yidong, since you said goodbye, the bananas have been burnt, the plums have disappeared, the dreams have been broken, the heart has withered, and I live alone upstairs. In this world, I have only one last wish, asking God to let me meet Hong Qiao, this part-time postman, this upright prefect, and ask him to bring this letter to heaven for me to give you. I think he will be happy. This is also my last letter to you as a human being. And we no longer need to cherish each other, your hero's end will be my final destination, Yidong, I also want to be the master of my life once, this time, no one can separate us, your sun and moon The stars are also my beautiful scenery!
Wait for me, Yidong!
(I accidentally read Lin Juemin's "A Letter to My Wife" and was moved by his loneliness and affection. I had read this article in Chinese class when I was in school, but who would like "Chinese"? And Reading it again this time, the author's sincere love for his beloved wife and his magnanimity and demeanor in sacrificing his life for the country are so touching that I can't calm down for a long time. I tried to reply to him as Chen Yiying, but maybe I can't express the deep feelings in her heart. However, for them, I can only do this)
Chen Yiying, named Fangpei, is the 19th granddaughter of the Chen family in Luojiang. The fourth grade of Hualing was awarded to the county magistrate of Guangdong. Yiying received court training at a young age and was fond of reciting poems and books. Married to Fuzhou Lin Juemin, who had radical thoughts and devoted himself to the national revolution. In March 1911, Lin Juemin returned to Fuzhou from Japan and gathered comrades to plan an uprising in Guangzhou. The Huanghuagang uprising failed. Lin Juemin died heroically and became a martyr of Huanghuagang. Before the disaster, he wrote the famous "Letter to His Wife" and other suicide notes to express his feelings. His generous determination to die reflected his ambition to care for his orphans, but he died of excessive grief at the age of only twenty-two.