Original text of "Mr. Fujino":
Tokyo is nothing more than this. When the cherry blossoms in Ueno are in full bloom, they do look like light crimson clouds, but under the flowers there are also groups of "Qing students studying abroad" crash course, with big braids on their heads that are as high as the tops of student hats. Rising high, forming a Mount Fuji.
There are also those whose braids are untied and tied flatly, and their hats are removed to reveal a shiny look, just like a little girl's bun, and they have to twist their necks a few times. It's really beautiful.
The concierge of the Chinese International Students Association has a few books to buy, and sometimes it is worth a visit; if it is in the morning, you can still sit in some of the bungalows inside. But in the evening, the floor of one room will often make a loud banging sound, and the room will be filled with smoke and dust. Ask someone who is well versed in current affairs, and they will answer, "That's learning to dance."
Probably because things are more valuable than hope. When cabbage from Beijing is shipped to Zhejiang, the root is tied with a red-tipped rope and hung upside down in front of a fruit shop, where it is revered as "glue cabbage". Aloe vera that grows wild in Fujian is brought into the greenhouse as soon as it arrives in Beijing, and is euphemistically called "agave". ". I also received such preferential treatment when I arrived in Sendai. Not only did the school not charge tuition, but several staff members also took care of my room and board.
But a gentleman thought that this inn also provided meals for prisoners, and it was not suitable for me to live there. He said this several times. Although I felt that it was irrelevant to me that the inn also provided meals for the prisoners, but it was hard to resist such good intentions, so I had no choice but to find a suitable place to stay. So I moved to another house, which was far away from the prison. Unfortunately, I had to drink taro stem soup every day that was hard to swallow.
A few people in the back started laughing. He then talked about the history of the development of anatomy in Japan. Those large and small books were about this subject from the beginning to the present. At first, a few books were thread-bound; there were also Chinese translations. Their translation and research on new medicine were no earlier than China's.
The person sitting in the back laughing was a repeater who failed last school year. He had been in school for a year and was quite familiar with the story. They then lectured the freshmen on the history of each professor.
It is said that Mr. Fujino was so immodest in his clothes that he sometimes forgot his tie. He wore an old coat in winter and was shivering. Once when he got on the train, the conductor became suspicious of him. It's a pickpocket, and everyone in the car should be careful.
It turns out that my lecture notes have been revised with red pen from beginning to end. Not only have many omissions been added, but also the grammatical errors have been corrected one by one. This continued until he finished teaching the subjects he was responsible for: osteology, vascular science, and neurology.
It’s a pity that I didn’t work hard at that time and was sometimes very willful. I still remember one time when Mr. Fujino called me into his laboratory, pulled out a picture from my lecture notes, which showed the blood vessels of the lower arm, pointed at it, and said kindly to me: "Look, you will The blood vessel moved a little.
After the school year test was completed, I went to Tokyo for a summer and returned to school in early autumn. The results had already been announced. Among more than a hundred classmates, I was the best. In the meantime, I didn’t fail. This time, Mr. Fujino’s assignment was anatomy internship and regional anatomy.
After about a week, he asked me to go again. I was very happy. He said to me in a very restrained tone: "I heard that Chinese people respect ghosts very much, so I am very worried, fearing that you will not dissect corpses. Now I am finally relieved that this is not the case. ”
But he sometimes makes me very difficult. He heard that Chinese women have their feet bound, but he doesn’t know the details, so he wants to ask me how to bind the feet and what kind of deformity the foot bones become. , and sighed, “You have to take a look to find out. What is going on? ”
This is a sentence from the New Testament, but it was recently quoted by Tolstoy. It was the time of the Russo-Japanese War, and Mr. Tolstoy wrote a letter to Russia and Japan The emperor's letter20 begins with this sentence. Japanese newspapers criticized him for being disrespectful, and patriotic youth21 were also angry, but secretly they were influenced by him
The second sentence is rough. The topic of last year's anatomy test was marked in Mr. Fujino's lecture notes, and I knew it in advance, so I got the result anonymously.
I just recalled it a few days ago. Because there was a peer meeting, the clerk wrote an advertisement on the blackboard. The last sentence was "Please come to the meeting so that no one misses", and he added a circle next to the word "miss". I felt ridiculous, but I didn't mind. This time I realized that the word was also mocking me, as if I had the problem the teacher leaked.
China is a weak country, so of course the Chinese are. Idiots, if the score is above 60, it is not their own ability: no wonder they were confused. But then I had the fate of visiting and shooting the Chinese.
Tian taught mold science in the second year. The shapes of the bacteria were all shown in movies. After a section was finished but before the end of get out of class, several current affairs movies were shown. Naturally, they were all about Japan's victory over Russia, but there were Chinese people in it: for Russia. A man working as a detective was captured by the Japanese army and was about to be shot. A group of Chinese people were watching; there was also me in the lecture hall.
“Long live! "They all clapped their hands and cheered. This kind of cheering is common in every film I watch, but to me, this one was particularly harsh.
After that, when I returned to China, I saw those people who were just watching the execution of prisoners. They also cheered like drunkenness, - Wow, it's unthinkable! But at that time and place, my opinion changed.
"Teaching anatomy and the like for medicine will not be of much help if you are afraid of biology." He sighed. A few days before he left, he asked me to come to his home and handed me a photo with two words written on the back: "Farewell" and he also said he hoped to give mine to him. But I didn't have time to take any photos at this time; he then told me to take photos and send them to him in the future, and he also wrote to him from time to time about the situation thereafter.
But somehow, I always remember him. Among the teachers I consider him, he is the one who makes me most grateful and encourages me. Sometimes I often think: His enthusiastic hope for me and tireless teachings are, in short, for China, and he hopes that China will have new medicine.
Unfortunately, when I moved house seven years ago, a book box was destroyed and half the box of books was lost. It happened that these lecture notes were also lost. I asked the transportation bureau to look for it, but got no reply. Only his photograph is still hanging on the east wall of my Beijing residence, opposite my desk.
Whenever I feel tired at night and want to be lazy, I look up and catch a glimpse of his dark and thin face in the light, as if he is about to say something in a measured tone, which makes me suddenly realize my conscience and gain courage. So he lit a cigarette and continued to write some words that were deeply hated by "gentlemen" and his like.
Appreciation of "Mr. Fujino":
The author recalls his studies in Japan by remembering Mr. Fujino and praising his great character and integrity, enthusiasm and noble qualities without national prejudice. During this period, he explored the path to save the country and the process of ideological transformation: for the future and destiny of the motherland, he resolutely gave up following his most beloved teacher in his life.
Mr. Fujino studied medicine, abandoned the reformist path of saving the country through science, and instead engaged in literary and artistic movements to awaken the people to revolution; thus motivating himself to never forget the original intention of the revolution and to resolve to fight against feudalism and imperialism The forces fight to the end.
At the beginning of the article, I wrote about the reason why I witnessed the drunken life and death of "Qing students" in Tokyo, which inspired me to "visit other places." Then he wrote about going to Sendai Medical College, which is the main body of this article. It focuses on Mr. Fujino's care for himself, his deep friendship with education, and the reasons for his change of mind when he gave up studying medicine.
Extended information:
The author is full of patriotic passion to seek a way to save the country, while the "Qing students" live a meaningless life of eating all day long, visiting the park during the day, and dancing at night. The two form a A stark contrast.
Another example is that the "Qing students studying abroad" are Chinese and are indifferent to the future of their motherland, while Mr. Fujino is Japanese but is eager to spread new medicine to China.
The two also form a sharp contrast. There are also Japanese "patriotic youths" represented by student union officers who are arrogant and bully others. However, Mr. Fujino has no national prejudice and is enthusiastic about teaching and caring for students from weak countries. Prepared to the point of forming a strong contrast.
Reference: Baidu Encyclopedia-Mr. Fujino