Communication 5
Children:
Get up at five o'clock in the morning, while I am quiet, I will write a few words when I bow.
On this trip to Bengbu, mother and daughter got on the bus, and the waiter led them straight to my room. They carried several baskets, one of which was full of chickens. At that time, the car was very hot, and the chickens all stuck their heads out to gasp, and the daughter kept pressing them down. She is in a hurry, as if playing the piano. The daughter is in her twenties, dressed in a linen dress, pockmarked and covered with powder. Her head and hands are covered with hairpins, ears, rings, bracelets and so on, and she is good at making gestures when she speaks.
at that time, I didn't know whether it was because of the hot weather or other reasons. I just thought that girl was too unlovable. I didn't say hello to her, just looked out of the window, and when I turned around, I saw them talking. The girl couldn't stop asking for soup and water. Her mother, dressed in a blue gauze, was in her mid-fifties, and her face was sad. She talked to her in a way that seemed to be both loving and scolding. I watched and suddenly felt sad. I went out while they were in the house-children! I think of my mother, and I don't feel that I spilled some sour tears by the window of the aisle.
please let me pour out, I believe you are the only people in the world who don't laugh at me! Since I heard about my long trip last year, I have been counting the days behind my mother's back. As the days passed, I gradually lost weight. Adults often comfort me and say, "Never mind, this is a good thing!" " I didn't know it was a good thing. I'm afraid it sounds more beautiful than what they say. However, I am actually a weak person, the weakest of the weak. I often secretly hate myself! Before leaving, I went to my aunt's house. My aunt asked me with a smile, "Are you willing to give up your mother when you leave?" I also smiled calmly and said, "that's nothing, the days are short, and there are people there to take care of." When my aunt went out, my little cousin suddenly came up to me, put her hands on my lap, lifted her face and said, "Sister, right? Are you really willing to give up your mother? I couldn't help it at that time. I looked at her wise and sincere face and tears rushed out. I feel like I'm going to fall off a deep cliff and ask her for help. I clasped her little hand and whispered, "To tell you the truth, sister, I can't bear to part with my mother and all my dear people!" "
children! Adults are really admirable, and their tears are easy to fall; They are brave and generous. When I was extremely sad, my father and mother could persuade me calmly. Although I don't know what's going on behind my back, I was finally compassionate and patient at that time. I am grateful for being landless!
Although I am weak, I still have my own pride, and I refuse to reveal my weakness in front of irrelevant adults. Before the trip, I always talked with all my teachers and friends with a smile. I don't want to be laughed at by them with my utmost affection. However, I would like to beg for some sacred tears of sympathy in front of God and children!
it's a drizzle outside the window. by this time, I can't hold it anymore. Sympathetic children, let's talk again!
Bing Xin
August 12th, 1923, Shanghai.
communication 6
children:
when you read this letter, I have left the lovely motherland of begonia leaves and am in the Pacific boat. I'm tired of sad words today, and I won't say anything to disturb your simple thoughts.
Little friend, I have a suggestion: The column "Children's World" is for children, which should have been written for children. We might as well push our luck and push our luck to occupy this land. If you have anything to be happy about, you might as well say it and let all the children in the world laugh together. If you have anything to be sad about, you might as well say it and let the children in the world cry with you. Just be frank and open, don't flinch before adults. -children, this is the secret of our savings. Let's whisper and laugh! Adults' thoughts are extremely profound, which is beyond our ability to measure. I don't know why, their right and wrong are often reversed from ours. Often we are so bitter, but they ignore it with grace and laughter; What we think is insignificant has nothing to do with it, but they think it is an earth-shattering achievement. For example, firing guns and fighting, killing and injuring tens of thousands of people, lying on the ground bloody. We don't have to see it, as long as we listen to people, we will have palpitations, stay awake at night, or talk nonsense; They not only don't care, but also like to manipulate these things. Another example is that we think that China, the boss, no matter who is the president, we will be satisfied as long as he is honest, keeps everyone safe and does not interfere with our game; The adults, on the other hand, talked hard about it. He lifted him, he pushed him, and there was no chaos, which was even more difficult than lifting the "Little King" when we were playing. In a word, we dare not take care of their affairs, and we will not take care of them; They don't care about our affairs. So we can talk and laugh boldly without being afraid of their jokes. -my words are over, please clap your hands in favor!
on my part, I'm afraid I can't get any news in the next two months, except for a week later, or I can send a letter from Japan. The autumn wind is getting colder, so it is best to write. I hope you will work hard!
There are many interesting things to report to you in Shanghai. Unfortunately, I am too busy. I will probably stay on the boat and write slowly facing the sea. Please wait.
children! Tomorrow afternoon, it's really goodbye! May the light of God's selfless love always surround us and comfort us forever.
farewell, farewell, the last sentence, I hope everyone will try to be good children!
Bing Xin
August 16th, 1923, Shanghai.
(The above six articles were first published in Morning News Children's World from July to August, 1923, and later included in Send to Young Readers, first published by Beixin Bookstore in May, 1926. )
Communication 7
Dear children:
On the afternoon of August 17th, colorful paper tapes flew out of the numerous windows of the Yorkshon, and were thrown to the shore far away. How my heart flew and mourned when the farewell people held it!
Countless farewell people, in the farthest river bank, just holding this finally cut-off note, put this behemoth, carrying the heaviest sadness, and floated away!
Life on the boat is so fresh and lively. In addition to three meals, just play and walk at will. During the first three days at sea, I was completely back to the situation of a child. I set circles and threw sandbags, enjoying it, and then I never played again. Later, it was strange to think about myself. Without him, the sea evoked memories of my childhood. In the sound of the sea, childlike innocence and playmates jumped into my mind. I hate that there are not many children in this boat, which makes me wonder if there are any good games in the three days when I am childlike!
I have lived in the seaside since I was a child, but I have never seen the sea as flat as a mirror. This time out of Wusongkou, the one-day voyage is full of sparkling microwaves. A cool breeze blows gently, and the boat is sailing on ice. After crossing the Korean border, the sea is like a lake. Blue pole and green pole, condensed into one. The golden light of the setting sun, like a long snake, goes directly from the horizon to the stand of others. From the sky to the water in front of the ship, from light red to deep green, it became dozens of colors, layer by layer, one by one. ..... Children, I hate that I can't draw. Words are the most useless things in the world, and I can't write this ethereal and wonderful scene!
on the night of August 18th, it was the night when the double stars crossed the river. After dinner, I leaned against the fence, and the cool wind blew my clothes. The milky way is full of starlight, shining on the dark sea. Far away, I heard people laughing under the balcony, and suddenly I felt my hometown drifting away. The stars are twinkling, the sea waves are whistling, and they stand quietly, only melancholy.
At dusk on the 19th, it was near Kobe, and there were green hills on both sides of the strait, and fishing boats came and went from time to time. Most of the hills in Japan are round and flat, and everyone is joking that the sidewalk is "Shantou Mountain". This steamed bread mountain was dotted along the way until the night, and the lights from afar were bright and had arrived in Kobe. When the ship stopped slowly, many people went ashore. It was too late for me to go to the top floor again, and I saw such a bright world for the first time. The moonlight in the sky, the starlight and the lights on the shore set each other off silently. From time to time, there is a string of light flying across the mountain, thinking that the train is going around. ..... the boat is silent, and there is no sound of the tide tonight, and the mood of stillness suddenly rises: "If my mother were here at this time ...". I remember Beijing very clearly.
forgive me, little friend, but I can't write any more.
Bing Xin
Kobe, August 2th, 1923.
Turning a boundless grassy slope under the rising sun and crossing the deep forest, I feel that the wind is blowing on the lake, and the lake wave is not as sleepy as it was last night. Quietly sitting on the shore of the lake, stretching out the paper, picking up the pen and looking up, I will start writing letters to my long-lost children in the red leaves and the sound of water all around. Guess what my mood is?
The silver light on the water and the slim rows of pine trees in the Italian garden on the other side prove that I am outside Wan Li. Children, it's been more than a month since I arrived here, and I haven't sent a word even in Japan. Say sorry, but I don't want to!
I usually write, and I like it when people are quiet. The ship is full of public places, and everyone can come to the side of the deck. The sea view is excellent, but the mind is rare. I can only write a few words at random in the early morning when the ship is empty. I can't sort it out until now, and I don't want to sort it out hastily, so it's delayed until today. I respect children, and I think children can respect and forgive me!
I don't know where to start with a lot of words, but they hit the microwave on the lake shore one after another, and layers of mixed tide stones didn't come up until I covered my knees with felt, which seemed to ask me to introduce her to my children. Little friend, I really don't know how to describe and introduce her! She's in front of my eyes now. I have seen the moonlight and sunset on the lake, the overcast and light rain on the lake, and I really have a lot of manners. Children, my dear people are not here, so only she, the daughter of the sea, can comfort me. Lake Waban, homophonic, I called her "comfort ice". Every evening, the boat is as light as a feather, and Shui Rou is as invincible as an oar. The leaves around the shore, green, red, yellow and white, reflected in clumps into the water, covering half the lake. The setting sun is extremely gorgeous and charming. The golden light will fall to the treetops and scatter on the lake. I told him in a low voice in the fog on the lake to take my love and comfort with him to the Far East.
children! It's been half a month at sea and half a month on the lake. If you ask me which one I love more, it's hard to say. The sea is like my mother, and the lake is my friend. I was close to the sea in my childhood, and now I am close to the lake. The sea is deep and boundless, without a word, her love is mysterious and great, and my love for her is humble. The lake is a red leaf and green branch, with many sets off. Her love is gentle and charming, and my love for her is light. This may be too abstract, but I have nothing else to describe it! Children, after two months, how much have you written yourself, and the fun in your mother's arms, can you tell me? -this is a small preface to letters along the way. After that, I still send the written letter in order, because the sun, the moon and the place are old; As a "weak swimmer", how can I travel from Shanghai on the east coast of the Pacific Ocean to Boston on the east coast of the Atlantic Ocean? These letters make it very clear. Please read them there!
I wonder when these hundreds of words will reach you. The world is really too big!
Bingxin
On October 14th, 1923, on the shore of Comfort Ice Lake, Wellesley.
communication 9
this is a letter my sister sent to her father from the hospital, describing her life and feelings during her illness, which is really more detailed than a diary. I think she is ill, so she must not write to the young readers of Children's World often. There must be many young readers, hoping to hear from her. So I asked my father to publish her letter. When my father gave me permission, I made a little statement as a small introduction, thinking that my sister would not blame me for meddling? January 22, 1924, Bing Zhong, Beijing Jiaotong University.
Communication XVI
Second brother Bing Shu:
Receiving your two long and sincere letters has given me infinite comfort. Yes! "The sunshine passing through the pine gap is the messenger of your brother's greeting; The cool wind at night is the comfort of flesh and blood! " Good brother! I love and appreciate your poetic words of comfort!
unexpectedly, I received the anthology of famous people's poems from past dynasties from you. I like it beyond words. Father said that I was afraid I had it. I had an anthology of ancient and modern ci, which was put on the bookshelf in the closed building. I hate that when I write a letter asking for China's book, they will try their best to block it. It seems that all China's books are full of profound philosophies, and it takes infinite brain power to read them.
I couldn't bear to go against their kindness, so I finally read only short poems brought from the hospital again and again. I received the anthology of words last night. I looked at it from page to page and thought, it's rare that I have a bosom little brother. The word
seems to be chosen in a slightly delicate way, and typos are often found. But generally speaking, it's good.
You asked me which part of the environment was more poetic before and after I went to China. I will undoubtedly say, "After going abroad, of course!" In Beijing, you can't face the lake and mountain in the morning and evening, which is the first condition. Another thing is the mood of the guests, which seems to be easier to integrate poems.
When I left the Huangpu River, in the Pacific boat, when I was alone, I often remembered the sentence "The sea went straight down to Wan Li, and no one would say that it was a bitter experience". Because I happened to see all the people in the same boat, and when I looked down at the splashing waves at the bow, my brow seemed to contain a slight sadness.
In Wellesley, Comfort Ice Lake is my only good friend. Or by the water, or on the water, not a day goes by. The day before my mother's birthday, I went to the lake again, and I was homesick for the water. Suddenly I remembered Zuo Fu's word "Langtaosha":
The water is soft and the sound is soft, the grass is green and the peach trees are hidden in the red building; Who is a spring mountain soul, recruit into the boat. The dream of hometown has never stopped, which makes you very carefree? Zhongzhou has passed Fuzhou: throw it at Bajiang and flow to the sea. Don't look back!
feeling that the scene was in harmony, I picked up a lake stone and carved it with a knife: "I have never stopped dreaming of my hometown, which makes me very carefree?" Two sentences, thrown into the lake at a distance, and I walked around without looking back. This pebble, from that day on, I believe it will always be in the middle of the lake until the end of heaven and earth. As long as the lake doesn't dry up and the lake rocks don't rot, my homesickness, which is pinned on it, will never be erased!
American houses, except cities, are often small and exquisite, with flowers and plants beside the fence outside the window, which really fits the meaning of "being in a house, being green and deep at the door". It's just that there is no fence, and it's more spacious than deep. Pedestrians on the road can see the red makeup of Cui sleeves and hear the laughter of the piano through the window. The words "The setting sun shines deep into the courtyard", "How deep is the courtyard", "People are in the deep place without rolling a bead curtain", "Swing inside the wall and going outside the wall" and "Yinhan is a red wall, and the area is far apart" are all unnecessary here!
There are deep forests and dense trees in the fields, and the roads are winding and winding according to the height of the mountains, which is full of interest. I think it will be more beautiful when wild flowers are everywhere in spring. It's just a parade over mountains and mountains, and there is no longer a wall monk temple in sight. "my path has wound, through a sheltered hollow, the meditation room is covered with deep vegetation", "The flowers in the Palace are far and far, the moon is hidden, and the bells in the high city are sparse", "A lonely city, Wan Ren Mountain", "Drinking will make the city sleep", "The lonely city is closed at sunset", "The curtains are scattered and the stars are sad, and the bells and drums in Yancheng are faint" are all unnecessary here!
In a word, it is full of the meaning of "New World", and traces of the initial development of Hong Pound can be seen everywhere. The country is ancient and solemn, although there are only decadent and peeling city walls and palaces, but they all remind people of the thought of "raising their heads to climb low and worship first", which is lovely and respectable.