Ye Shengtao's works are always fresh in style, meticulous in description, sincere in emotion and quiet and meaningful in style. This essay, published on September 3rd 1923, begins with the author's feelings about living in a city without autumn insects. Autumn has come, and I live in an environment where strings are mixed in the middle of the night and stones ring in the morning. "There is always no sound of autumn insects." Then, the author imagines that it should be an ensemble of autumn insects in the countryside at this season's night, and it is "the most beautiful realm, an excellent natural poem" So I felt: even if this kind of insect sound is sour, "it is better than indifference and tasteless." But at present, I can't escape this indifferent and tasteless life, and I can only stick to it in this "yard like a frog in a well". The works implicitly and tortuous express the contradictions and depressed feelings after the ebb tide of the May 4th Movement.
There is no green grass in front of the steps, and there is no butterfly outside the window. Who says this is life in a pigeon cage? Pigeons may not be so boring. Autumn has come, and the memory gently prompts, "Autumn insects are going to ring again." But it has some influence.
No, in the middle of the night, the neighbors are crying and singing. In the morning, the stones are shaking and evil is happening in the street. No matter whether you lean against the pillow, the windowsill or even the corner, you can't hear the sound of autumn insects. It's not that I'm so overwhelmed by the loud sounds of joy and fatigue that I can't hear them, but there are no autumn insects here at all. Ah, autumn insects have nowhere to live! The place where autumn insects disdain to stay!
If you are in the wild, your ears will be full of insects at this time. Day is as leisurely as night; All characters, whether moving or static, have a sense of complacency; Gentle and warm sunshine and light clouds covered the fields. At night, the bright moon and the slight cool breeze watch all night. The only thing that can touch the mood in this realm is the ensemble of autumn insects. They have a rest, as if they had been carefully trained by musicians, so they are beyond reproach and full of ambition. In fact, each of them is an excellent musician; When all the beautiful things are gathered together and all the spirits are displayed, it is impossible to become a masterpiece in the world.
Although these insects will cause workers to sigh, autumn's sorrow, loneliness's embarrassment and homesickness's crying; But this is the supreme realm of beauty. Excellent natural poetry is not only the favorite of others, but also the sour taste of people in the environment, which is very meaningful on the other hand.
Perhaps we are not pursuing a certain flavor. As long as we taste it from time to time, we will boast that life is not empty. If the taste is sweet, of course we appreciate it with a smile; If it is sour and bitter, frown and taste it: it is better than indifference and tasteless. We think the most embarrassing and desperate escape is this indifference and tasteless!
Therefore, the heart is not as sentimental as the work, waking up in a daze is not as warm as the dream, the bitter taste is better than the white soup, and the bitter crying is better than the sadness and joy. This is not to say that happiness and optimism are unacceptable, waking up healthily is unnecessary, sweet soup is evil, and laughter is a magical way; It's just that taste is far better than indifference.
So the sound of insects is finally something full of love. What's more, besides hardworking Qiu Zi, there are countless people who only think of women. Of course, they are also cool and interesting. When this coolness is slightly funny, who can't help but think of the wonderful autumn music?
But no, absolutely not! Like the courtyard at the bottom of the well and the lead-colored concrete floor, autumn insects have long avoided it, for fear that it would be too late. And we don't have their wings and thighs. We can't fly or jump, but we are still here. Thinking of "bottom hole" and "lead color" feels extremely symbolic.
Spring in Daming Lake
Lao She's Spring in Daming Lake was published in March 1937. Daming Lake is a scenic spot in Jinan, but when I wrote this article, it was already "not unknown, not a lake", "the lake has become a ditch", "the water is dark and unknown", "there is no wave in the water" and "at first glance there is no scenery, only high and low crops". The article laments that Daming Lake is not what it used to be when there is no spring in Jinan. Finally, from the novel manuscript "Daming Lake" destroyed by the war to an oil painting named "Autumn in Daming Lake" painted by a friend, autumn scenery in Daming Lake is vividly depicted. At the end, I wrote, "The topic is spring by Daming Lake, but I'm talking about autumn by Daming Lake.". The twists and turns in writing are extremely frustrating. The language is vulgar, vivid, beautiful and ironic.
Spring in the north is not long, and it is often blown away by strong winds on too many cooks. Peach, Plum and Lilac in Jinan
Begonia, etc. Almost every year, it is blown clean by the yellow wind. The ground is dark and the fallen flowers are mixed with yellow sand.
When I opened my eyes again, spring had passed! I remember once, when the lilacs just opened, it was two or three o'clock in the afternoon.
Well, there must be lights in the house; The wind is getting stronger and stronger, and the sky turns from gray to yellow, while dark yellow and black yellow.
Darkness, terrible darkness. The next day, I went to see two lilacs in the yard. The flowers were boiled once, and almost all the young leaves were gone.
Jinan is broken in autumn and winter, and there is little wind. Maybe it will be blown in spring.
Such a wind is waiting here, Jinan can be said to have no spring; Then, the spring in Daming Lake is even more difficult.
Speaking of which.
There are three famous places of interest in Jinan: Qianfo Mountain, Baotu Spring and Daming Lake. How loud and beautiful they are!
As soon as I hear the word "Daming Lake", I will associate it with beautiful spring scenery, beautiful lakes and mountains and so on. A heart appeared.
Beautiful scenery. In fact, however, it is neither big nor famous, nor is it a lake.
Now the lake is not clear water, but how much "land" has been zoned by the dam. There are several ditches outside the ground.
Yacht along the ditch, that is, visit the lake. Paddy fields don't need much water, so the water is black and unclear; No rapids,
So the water is fixed and there are no waves. There is a lotus flower in the east, and a cattail grass in the west. The earth dam blocked the water, and cattail grass covered the lotus flower, as far as the eye can see.
Scene, I saw high and low "crops". The ship was steaming like sorghum when it was in the ditch, and it just stinked when it happened.
The air is burning. Summer is finally good. If the water is not too smelly, you can always smell some lotus flowers and see some.
Green leaves. In spring, there is black soup and a broken dam next to it; The wind is so wild that the green willows and the new pudding are swaying.
It's like fighting for your life, so it's neither big nor strange, nor a lake.
Having said that, this lake is really a place of interest. This lake is not big and unknown, because it is no longer a lake. if
If we can recover all the "land", dismantle the earth dam and dig the lake deeper, it will be big and clear at once: the lake.
It is not small, but there are many cold springs in Jinan. This may not be possible for a while. However, even if you do.
Less than this step, as far as the status quo is concerned, it should also be counted as a scenic spot. Cities in the north, looking for such a water area,
It's really hard. It doesn't matter whether Qian Shan is full of water or not, and it doesn't matter whether it is worth it or not. because
The mountains in the north are not hard to find. Water is hard to find. It is said that there are seventy-two springs in Jinan.
There is a river outside, but there must be a lake. Springs, ponds, rivers and lakes are all available, showing the characteristics of Jinan.
It is also very precious. It is the only "water city" in the north, and this lake is indispensable. Suppose when I swim in the lake, I only see a ditch.
If you can't see the lake, please go to a high place to have a look. For example, if you look north on Qianfo Mountain, you will see a gray-green area in the north of the city-
Daming Lake; There is a gray light outside the city-the Yellow River-in Huaque Mountain 2. This just understand Jinan's no.
Fan, there is not only water, but also so much.
In addition, if the lakes and mountains are not impressive, then the production in the lake is very precious. People who know what beauty is or don't know what beauty is.
If there are many people who know what is delicious, people who have been to Suzhou often only remember the snacks here, and they will only mention it when they have been to the West Lake.
I will talk about Longjing tea, lotus root starch and water shield there. It may be easier to eat it in your stomach than to pass by the beautiful scenery.
Remember, then the cattail, water bamboo and lotus root of Daming Lake are really the important reasons why it is famous all over the world. no
In any case, these things are aquatic products, always with a southern flavor; In summer, pick a car full of vegetables.
With bundles of big white lotus flowers.
Sold out, in the north, probably only Jinan can be so "rich".
I wrote a novel Daming Lake,1burned with the Commercial Press on February 28th.
I remember describing a section of autumn scenery in Daming Lake, but I can't remember it all, only what autumn it was. native place
Mr. Zhong once painted an oil painting for me, which was also the autumn of Daming Lake, and it is still hanging in my house. I wrote it,
His paintings are all about Daming Lake, and they are all about autumn in Daming Lake, which is probably interesting here. By the way, it's only in autumn.
God, Daming Lake is a little beautiful. Of the four seasons in Jinan, only autumn is the best. It is sunny, warm as spring, windless and clear everywhere. At this moment
Wait, please walk on the wall, overlooking the autumn lake, as level as a mirror; It's just autumn, so even those people
The broken earth dam seems to blend in with all the scenery: occasionally there are one or two lotus roots or some yellow leaves on the earth dam.
There are three or five reed flowers on this vine, which is really picturesque. All the crops have been harvested, and the lake has obviously become bigger.
Of course, this is also obvious. The lake is not only wide and clean, but also obviously beautiful. Looking south, the semi-yellow Qianfo Mountain is in front of you.
On the other side of Kaiyuan Temple, the "pegs"-maybe a tower-stand quietly on the mountain. Look north, outside the city.
The river is clear and there are short green leaves in the vegetable fields. From south to north, from east to west, everywhere is wide and clear,
There are mountains and lakes, cities and rivers, and by this time; We really got the word "Ming". Mr. Sang's paintings are in
Above the north wall, there are only a few autumn willows by the lake, and there is only one yacht in the lake. Sea water is grayish blue, and Liu Yeer is semi-yellow.
Outside the lake, he painted a thousand Buddha mountains; Lakes and mountains form an autumn picture, clear and plain.
There seems to be a breeze blowing on the willow tips.
I'm sorry, the topic is Spring by Daming Lake. I said Autumn by Daming Lake, but who taught Mr. Kant to make a mistake?
So what!
1March 937, Cosmic Wind, Issue 36.
Autumn in the ancient capital
Yu Dafu's Autumn in the Old Capital was written in August 1934. Through a series of descriptions of autumn colors in Beijing, this paper shows the author's yearning and attachment to autumn in the old capital. The author thinks that autumn in Beijing is characterized by quietness and sadness. Then, comparing the autumn in the south with the autumn in the north, Beijing's "artistic conception and attitude of autumn" is highlighted everywhere. It is pointed out that "the reed flowers in Taoranting, the willow shadows in Diaoyutai, the insects in Xishan, the jathyapple in Yuquan and the bells in Tanbei Temple" are of course the famous autumn scenery. Common scenes in the streets and lanes, such as "blue sky", "the sound of pigeons flying", "sunlight leaking through the shade of Sophora japonica", morning glory clinging to the broken wall, Sophora japonica falling from the street, the lingering sound of Qiu Chan and fresh fruits such as dates, persimmons and grapes, are all autumn scenery and autumn flavors that Beijing residents like. With his extensive knowledge and keen observation, the author writes autumn in Beijing everywhere, with rich colors and tastes, and his artistic conception and posture are particularly profound and moving. Finally, it comments on the tragic autumn that China literati especially love to write about autumn, and thinks that this feeling of "deep taste of autumn" can only be fully realized in the north, which further praises the autumn in the north. The whole article integrates scenery, emotion and reason, with perfect structure and deep feelings.
Autumn, no matter where, is always good; However, the autumn in the north is particularly clear, quiet and sad. The reason why I have traveled thousands of miles from Hangzhou to Qingdao, and even from Qingdao to Peiping, is to enjoy this "autumn", the autumn flavor of this old capital.
Of course, there is autumn in Jiangnan, but the vegetation withers slowly, the air is humid, the sky is pale, and it is often rainy and windy; A person caught between Suzhou, Shanghai, Hangzhou, or Xiamen, Hong Kong and Guangzhou can only feel a little cool in the chaotic past. The taste, color, artistic conception and posture of autumn are always not enough to see, taste and enjoy. Autumn is not a famous flower, nor is it wine. Half-drunk state is not suitable for enjoying autumn.
It has been nearly ten years since autumn in the north. Every autumn in the south, I always think of the reed flowers in Taoranting, the willow shadows in Diaoyutai, the insects in Xishan, the jathyapple in Yuquan and the bells in Tanzhe Temple. Even if you don't go out in Beiping, you can rent a shabby house and live in the sea of people in the imperial city. Get up in the morning, make a bowl of strong tea and sit in the yard, you can see the high blue sky and hear the pigeons flying in the blue sky. From the bottom of Sophora japonica leaves, counting a ray of sunshine leaking to the east, or in the broken waist, facing the blue morning glory like morning glory, you can naturally feel the autumn breath. When it comes to morning glory, I think blue or white is the best, followed by purple and black, and pink is the lowest. It is best to have a few sparse and slender autumn grasses as a foil at the bottom of the morning glory.
The locust tree in the northland is also a kind of dropout that can remind people of Qiu Lai. Like a flower, but not a flower, when you get up in the morning, it will be all over the floor. When you step on it, there is no sound, no smell, only a little tiny and soft touch. After sweeping the street in the shade, the silk pattern of the broom that fell on the dust looks exquisite and leisurely, and subconsciously feels a little lonely. The ancient dream that the world knows autumn is in these depths.
Qiu Chan's faint lingering sound is the characteristic of the northland. Because there are trees everywhere in Beiping and the houses are low, you can hear them everywhere. In the south, you have to go to the suburbs or mountains to hear it. Qiu Chan sounds like a cricket and a mouse in the north, just like a housefly that every family keeps at home.
There is also autumn rain. The autumn rain in the north seems to be stranger, more delicious and more decent than that in the south.
Under the gloomy sky, a cool breeze suddenly came and it began to rain. After a layer of rain, the clouds gradually rolled west. It is sunny again, and the sun comes out again. City idlers wearing thick green cloth and jackets bit their pipes and stood under the bridge after the rain. When they meet acquaintances, they will say with a sigh in a slow and leisurely tone:
"Oh, it's so cold-""This word is pronounced very high and dragged on for a long time. )
"Isn't it? A layer of autumn rain is cold! "
People in the north always read array words like stacked words, flat and even. This mispronounced rhyme is just right.
Fruit trees in the north are also a great spectacle in autumn. First of all, jujube trees, corners, walls, toilets and kitchen doors will all grow up. This kind of jujube, like olive and pigeon eggs, is light green and yellowish in the middle of small oval leaves. This is the peak of autumn. When the leaves of jujube trees fall and the dates are red, there will be a northwest wind. Convenience in the north is a dusty world. Only these dates, persimmons and grapes are ripe until the turn of July and August, which is a good day for clear autumn in the north, and it is a year.
Some critics say that China's bachelor of arts, especially poets, are full of decadent colors, so there are many words praising autumn in China's poems. But what about foreign poets? Although I don't read many foreign poems and essays, and I don't want to write bills for autumn poems and essays, if you look through the anthology of poets in Britain, Germany, France and Italy, or the anthology of poems and essays from various countries, you will always see many autumn praises and sad cries. There is always a part about autumn in the long pastoral poems or four seasons poems of famous great poets. It is the best and the most interesting. It serves to show that sentient animals and interesting human beings can always cause deep, distant, severe and bleak feelings for autumn. Not only poets, but also prisoners in prison. In autumn, I think I will definitely feel a deep affection. In autumn, there is no country, and there is no difference between race and class. In China, there is an idiom "Autumn Life" in the text, and there are very common readers such as Ouyang Zi's Autumn Sound and Su Dongpo's Red Cliff Fu. I feel that the relationship between literati in China and Qiuhe is particularly deep, but the strong flavor of autumn, especially that of China, must be felt in the north.
Autumn in the south, of course, also has its unique places, such as the bright moon on the Twenty-four Bridges, the autumn tide in Qiantang River, the cool fog in Putuo Mountain, the residual lotus in Lizhi Bay and so on. , but the color is not strong and the aftertaste is not lasting. Compared with Qiu Lai in the north, it's just yellow rice wine dried in vain, porridge steamed in white, perch white crab, yellow dog white camel.
Autumn, autumn in the north, if I can stay, I would like to fold two-thirds of my life for a third of it.
In August 1934, in Peiping.
Autumn night
Lu Xun's prose poems, first published in the third issue of Threads 1924, describe what the author saw and felt outdoors and indoors on autumn nights. In the backyard, the sky is too high to be seen on people's backs. It gloated and pretended to smile, but it shed "numerous frost", which seriously destroyed "wild flowers and weeds in the garden". However, Jujube firmly believed that spring would come and knew that "spring would go to Qiu Lai" and the struggle would be repeated. Although it is bare, only qianzi is left, and it is black and blue all over, but it stands tall, like a sword, stretching out a long and straight qianzi, stabbing the night sky, pushing the sky into embarrassment, shrinking and hiding, showing tenacious and tenacious fighting spirit. On the other hand, I am full of sympathy and understanding for the "little pink flower" that cringes under the thick "frost" and "cold air". Then write from outdoor to indoor. In the back window, the author saw many "small flying insects" pouncing on the light and pursuing the light. With infinite reverence, I praised them as "young and exquisite heroes." With the help of symbols, hints and metaphors, the whole article depicts a picture of a late autumn night. Through this picture, the author expresses his anger and struggle against the dark reality at that time, sympathizes with the oppressed and the weak, and praises the heroes who pursue a bright future and dare to fight against the dark reality, which embodies the author's tenacious fighting spirit in loneliness. The color is cold, the atmosphere is cold, and the end is warm with a fire symbolizing light. The alternation of cold and warm, dynamic and static contrast, embodies the exquisite conception of the work and gives people a meaningful aftertaste.
Autumn Night-Lu Xun
In my backyard, you can see two trees outside the wall, one is jujube, and the other is jujube.
The night sky overhead is strange and high. I have never seen such a strange and high sky in my life. He seems to be leaving this world, so that people will never see his back again. However, now it is blue, with dozens of stars flashing, and it is cold. He laughed off his quarrel as if he thought it was meaningful and sprinkled countless frost on the wild flowers and plants in my garden.
I don't know what the real names of those flowers and plants are and what people call them. I remember a little pink flower. It is still in full bloom, but it is smaller. In the cold air at night, she timidly dreamed of the arrival of spring and autumn. She dreamed that the thin poet wiped tears on her last petal and told her that although autumn came, winter came, and then spring, butterflies flew around and bees sang the word spring. She went on laughing, and though her face was red with cold, she still winced.
Jujube trees, they just lost all their leaves. In the past, one or two children came to beat the dates left by others, but now none of them are left, even the leaves have fallen off. He knows that after the autumn, there must be spring. He also knows that the dream of falling leaves is to go to Qiu Lai in spring. He lost almost all the leaves, leaving only qianzi. However, he took off the arc when the tree was full of fruits and lush foliage, and he was very comfortable. However, a few branches are still low, protecting the skin injury he got from the tip of the jujube pole, while the straightest and longest branches have been silently stabbing the strange and high sky like a subway, making the sky blink; Stabbed the full moon in the sky, making the moon pale with embarrassment.
The sky in which ghosts blink is getting bluer and bluer, and more and more uneasy, as if to leave this world and avoid jujube trees, leaving only the moon. However, the moon also sneaked to the east. Qianzi, who has nothing, still silently stabs at the strange and lofty sky like a subway, bent on killing him, no matter how many pairs of bewitched eyes he blinks.
Wow, here comes the nightingale.
I suddenly heard laughter in the middle of the night and ate all over the floor. I don't seem to want to disturb the sleeping people, but the air around me should smile. In the middle of the night, there is no one else. I immediately recognized the voice in my mouth, and I was immediately driven away by laughter and returned to my room. The ribbon of the lamp was immediately turned over by me.
The rear window glass clanged, and many small flying insects bumped around. Soon after, a few came in, probably from a hole in the enough paper. I bumped into the glass lampshade as soon as I came in. One crashed into it from above, so I met a fire. I thought the fire was real. Two or three of them leaned against the paper cover of the lamp and gasped. The cover was just changed last night. It is made of snow-white paper, folded with wavy lines and painted with a scarlet gardenia in one corner.
When the scarlet gardenia is in full bloom, the jujube tree will dream of a pink flower, which will bend into an arc luxuriantly ... I heard the laughter in the middle of the night again; I quickly cut off my thoughts and looked at the old caterpillar on the cover of white paper, with a big head and a small tail, as big as sunflower seeds, only half a grain of wheat, and the color of the whole body was lovely and pitiful.
I yawned, lit a cigarette, exhaled smoke, and silently paid tribute to these green and exquisite heroes in front of the lamp.
1September, 924 15.
Exotic Qiu Si
Lu Yin's Exotic Qiu Si was written in 1930. During 1930, the author lived in Tokyo, and his works expressed his feelings when he revisited Jingzhitou Park, which he had been to as a teenager. Write the melancholy caused by foreign autumn scenery first. I made a special trip to Wellhead Park to see autumn scenery, which caused a wisp of sadness and homesickness. When I saw the familiar teahouse, I evoked memories of the past and feelings about life. At that time, it was the season when cherry blossoms were flying in late spring and March. They are full of good hopes, hoping to go to the park with their teachers before graduation, laughing loudly and being proud of their youth and happiness. But nine years later, "I walked through the rugged road, I climbed the steep cliff, I escaped from the valley of death, and I tasted the pain of bleeding inside." Recalling the past caused Qiu Si's sadness. Finally, the sight of the girl rowing in the jungle evokes the sadness of the motherland and compatriots, and expresses her worries and sighs about the future of the "broken and disorderly motherland" and the fate of the "poor compatriots". The work expresses love for the motherland and sympathy for the sad people of Qiu Si. The author is sensitive to feelings, good at painting landscapes and expressing emotions, and pours out tortuous feelings with delicate and smooth writing, which adds artistic charm to the article.
It's getting colder and colder since we moved to the suburbs. The soybean leaves stretched by the short fence have shown small yellow and white wild chrysanthemums, and clusters of flowers are sticking out of the haystack, and yellow florets are trembling slightly in the cool autumn wind. These scenes are most likely to evoke people's Qiu Si, except being in a foreign country! Singing in a low voice that "the curtain rolls west wind, people are thinner than yellow flowers", this small spiritual hall is filled with feelings of dismay.
The study is particularly quiet, the blue sky is like a blue sea, and there is a faint golden sunshine outside the window. There is also a gust of wind with sweet-scented osmanthus fragrance, which contains a strong power to stir human heartstrings. Under this stimulus, we can't continue our rigid reading work. After lunch that day, Bo suggested going to the nearby Jixiang Temple to see autumn scenery. At three o'clock, we took a tram outside the city. It's too close. Our bodies just sat down and arrived. Walk out of the long corridor station and bypass the train track, and you will see a towering wooden archway with several Chinese characters written on the banner "The wellhead is blessed with a park". When we walked into the archway, we saw the trees on both sides of the road were lush, and a subtle interest haunted us. We stood stupefied in the shade of a tree, as if we were in a deep forest. In the shade of that branch, there is a soft golden light. It reminds me of a fairy with golden green hair, walking barefoot among the white clouds. Looking to the west, a touch of rosy clouds lay across the green peaks, flying and dancing in the forest like a flying crow with black spots. I really don't know how to send away a wisp of sadness. I will order Zheng Hong to take it back to my hometown! Unfortunately, it's gone like that.
We wandered under this thick green curtain and forgot to move forward. A middle-aged man wearing a kimono and clogs on his feet, Tita Tita, came. He looked at us and we had to step forward to avoid his eyes. After passing through the forest in this area, there is a sloping road piled with pebbles in front, with neat holly trees on both sides. Only shoulder high, swaying the fragrance of grass in the breeze. We walked slowly, feeling refreshed and spotless. Down the slope, there stands an oriental teahouse, several small stools and several small mattresses, with counters on both sides, red oranges, green apples and mixed colors of sugar.
"ah! A familiar place! " I couldn't help crying. So the impression hidden in my heart suddenly reappeared, alas! My heart is a little shaky. A feeling of nostalgia excites me. My eyes are shocked, my chest and diaphragm are full of sadness, and my heart strings are beating tightly. Nature is to recall the past that has been ravaged by fleeting time; "alas! The past is just an unbearable past! " I sigh silently alone. But I still have a realistic picture to copy. ...
A group of girls who are proud of their happiness have rosy hopes. When they were about to graduate from school, they accompanied their respected teachers across the Sea of Japan and came to Penglai with joy. When they landed, it was the weather of cherry blossoms flying in late spring and March. Those colorful flowers and trees made them forget their fatigue. They set out from the guest house in Tokyo after dawn; After seeing the remnants of cherry blossoms in Ueno Park; Transfer to the train again and come to the wellhead park. At this time, fatigue attacked them, and they must find a place to rest at once. Finally, they found this quiet teahouse. I immediately decided to go in and get something to eat. Everyone sat down around the low stool and ordered two pots of Longjing tea and some exotic oriental snacks. They ate and drank, talking and laughing loudly. They really look like young songbirds who have just come out of the valley. I just feel that everything in front of me is fresh. Everywhere is full of fun. Of course, they are held in the arms of the god of happiness. Youth love, lively and happy mood, how enviable they are!
But time ruined everything! Who can believe that I am here today? I was one of the happy people! Oh! Time flies, the remnant time! It took away the love of the world, it ravaged the hero's ambition, and made me stand under this familiar tree, only to swallow my tears. What can I do to turn back the light of that year?
Alas! This is only nine years later. Ah, in these short nine years, I have walked a rugged road to the world. I climbed the steep cliff, I escaped from the valley of death, and let me taste the pain of bleeding inside. Fate makes me drink my own blood, just like drinking rose wine. ...
Alas! All these stinging memories make me shed bitter tears and leave this emotional place quickly! We walked to the overgrown path ahead and suddenly heard a sad sigh. I seem to see the autumn god with gray wings, hiding behind the dense branches and leaves. Suddenly, all the branches and leaves trembled. The autumn insects under the grass kept chirping, and my heart felt sad; Afraid to go forward, I found a long wooden stool on the side of the road and sat down. My dull eyes stared at the dark jungle. When the breeze parted the branches, I saw the clear river flowing. There were ripples on the water, and a boat slipped by. Two young girls shook their oars and sang in a low voice. I see here, and unprovoked gives birth to feelings, feel throat infarction, unconsciously sigh a way:
"The old country is unbearable to look back", at the same time, the red waves of the North Sea emerge in front of us. Those men and women holding hands with their lovers are probably shaking their oars, pointing to the beautiful autumn scenery in front of them and whispering leisurely! Besides, now is the time when chrysanthemums are flourishing and crabs are plump. In Chang 'an, which is drifting in a foreign country, it is expected that there will be many wedding banquets. Of course, we are desolate in Qiu Si. However, we are deeply concerned about our motherland and are eager for some good news! Besides, we are nervous, thinking that the poor compatriots in Beiping, whose leaves are falling, are blowing cold rain and may be complaining to the endless sky! Alas, the broken and disorderly motherland! The wind and light in the North Sea can't whitewash your humble abode! Today's colorful rain pavilions can't comfort the troubled life. We deeply miss our motherland. This heart trembling with longing was finally cooled by the autumn wind.
Originally published in Jiang Shen Daily Supplement No.2 on September 25th 1932.
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