That night, he lay on his side on a hard wooden bed and closed his eyes. Countless results flashed through his mind about the uprising a few days later.
Outside the window, it's quiet. There are no crows and dogs barking, only the old wooden windows are blown by the wind, making a "squeaky" sound and a faint cicada sound in the distance.
I don't know how long it took, but the gong of the night watchman broke the midnight. A gust of wind blew open the wooden window and the silence disappeared. The faint moonlight fell on his knife-like face. It was already the fourth watch, and he slowly opened his black eyes. He knew it would be a sleepless night.
He looked up and saw that it was moonlight. His black eyes flickered like stars shining on the horizon. His eyes turned into a pool of water under the moon, with his tenderness and sadness.
"Green shadow, green shadow ..." Has gone with the wind to Fuzhou's mansion. ......
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( 1)
Green willows are full of smoke and flowers. It was that season that he was born in his hometown of Sanfang and Qixiang in Fuzhou. At that time, he was just a newborn baby with black eyes opened in infancy, bright, tough, clear and pure.
Blink of an eye, more than ten years. He is already a high-spirited teenager. In his prime, he was born smart and never forgot to read. In the turbulent social background, he didn't intend to gain fame and disliked the imperial examination system, but he took the imperial examination under the persuasion of his uncle and family.
On that day, the teenager was free and easy, waving a brush in the examination room and writing on the answer sheet: The teenager doesn't expect Wan Huhou. A few elegant and detached figures. Then, he walked away, leaving only a handsome back and a hearty laugh.
Looking at the boy's back, everyone exclaimed and sighed: "Lin Juemin, what kind of boy is this!"
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(2)
In the thirty-first year of Guangxu, he returned to his hometown to marry his beloved wife.
He and she met under the moon, harmonious, calm and sweet. Life goes on like this, just like the bright spring breeze in March. We plant flowers in February when we are busy, grind ink in June when we are free, and see how bright and beautiful the world is with youth.
Xuantong for three years, before the uprising, he went home to visit his parents, wife and children and told his family that the school was having a cherry blossom holiday. He knows very well that once the smoke appears, he will be run.
"If you travel far in the future, be sure to tell me and I will follow you." His wife's words echoed in his ears, but he was pregnant, so he didn't give up telling his wife about it. He is miserable and helpless, so he must drink and get drunk. The evening breeze is cool, and when I wake up, sadness still comes to my mind.
It's almost time for the uprising. Before leaving, he forced a smile and said goodbye to his parents, wife and children. Looking at the elderly Yixin and his wife's increasingly prominent abdomen, a smile floated on his face. He enjoined his wife to take good care of them. If you are a daughter, you will be as knowledgeable as your wife. If you were a boy, there would be two small holes in the world.
It's night, Hong Kong.
He lay sideways on a hard wooden bed and closed his eyes. The night watchman's gong broke the night. A gust of wind blew open the wooden window and the silence disappeared. The faint moonlight fell on his knife-like face. It was already the fourth watch, and he slowly opened his black eyes. He knew it would be a sleepless night.
He looked up and saw that it was moonlight. His black eyes flickered like stars shining on the horizon. His eyes turned into a pool of water under the moon, with his tenderness and sadness.
"Green shadow, green shadow ..." His wife's name floated on his lips inadvertently. All he can see is his past with his wife. In the bedroom, he accompanied her to cut snuff by candlelight; In the study, he accompanied her to recite poems and inscriptions; In the yard, she looked back and smiled, her eyes were soft, like a cool breeze and a bright moon. He reached out and stroked her fingertips. From then on, he can't be with her anymore. When he becomes a ghost in the underworld, he just wants to cry underground with her.
? At this point, he rolled down from the bed and pulled off his skirt.
"I love you, that is, I love you enough to die."
"I really can't forget you!"
"I really hope to die with you."
There is a truth in the pen and ink.
When he stopped writing, the sun had risen in the east and the horizon was red. He folded the cloth on the table and gave it to others to send back to his hometown. He looked at the rising sun in Ran Ran in the sky with a faint smile on his face. That letter is his reply to his parents, wife and children. I hope they don't blame him.
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There was a foul smell in the cage, and he sat on the wet straw-covered ground.
After several days of fighting, he was scarred, his white clothes became worn out, his skin was cut, and his blood-stained clothes dried up. He paid no attention to these skin injuries and kept looking up at the only place in the cage where light could penetrate.
Little people snitched that their uprising had failed. He never thought he would be alive. He thought he would die in that battle under the bombardment of that cannon. He didn't expect that when he opened his eyes again, his eyes were endless darkness and disgusting stench.
His intuition told him that he was captured alive by the Qing court. He hates it here. He hates smell and darkness. He knows how many innocent people and revolutionary martyrs are locked up in this dark prison. He can feel their grievances and unwillingness and see them die tragically. He hates the darkness here, and he longs for light. Through a small ventilated skylight, in his black eyes, he seemed to see the dawn of revolutionary victory, and he smiled.
"Have a meal, have a meal. When I'm full and see the governor, I'm ready to go. " The director's thick voice interrupted his thoughts.
At a glance, he quickly stood up from the ground, his thin lips slightly parted. "Come on, let me meet your master." Then keep your eyes firmly on the front.
His hands and feet were shackled and he sat in the interrogation room.
Zhang, dressed in official clothes, sat in class.
"Lin Juemin, you look good and have a good family. Why are you mixed up with the disorderly party? "
Ignoring the unhealed, reopened wounds and bleeding on his feet, he suddenly stood up and said generously, "Mr. Sun Wen said that China is weak and weak, and today it has got out of hand. Royal people, aristocratic officials, stick to the rules, whitewash emptiness, and ordinary people? Everyone is dragging out an ignoble existence, ignorant, open-minded, dismissive of other countries and foreigners. Isn't it the sorrow of you and me, the sorrow of China? "
? He added, "Is it natural to read Lun Zi? Natural selection, what do you think? Which country in the world today is not revolutionary? China doesn't think about revolution? "
"Hey, Lin Juemin, this officer is very interested in your law-"
"It's not necessary. If I die with it, I can't help it. "
"You can die, then why Mo Ye!"
"Daqing took my life, and I killed Daqing's heart!"
His eyes are so firm that Zhang Ming stands in the dark and he stands in the light. He firmly believes that darkness will eventually be replaced by light. Death is just a party that people will go to sooner or later. He died for the revolution and will never regret it until he dies.
He was born in China and died in China. All his life, he gave China an answer sheet.
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In the morning, when she opened the door, a piece of cloth fell out of it. She gently picked it up from the ground, opened it, and the words elegant and free appeared in front of her. She knew it was his letter. Her heart was pleasantly surprised, but it was also mixed.
"Qingqing Yiying ..."
After reading the letter, she was already in Lacrimosa, sitting on the ground. She had thought that there might be such a day in the future, but she didn't expect it to come so suddenly and so quickly.
"I love you, that is, I love you enough to die."
"I really can't forget you!"
"I really hope to die with you."
His words in the letter have been ringing in my ears.
The past days are flowing in her mind, and their laughter and laughter are very harmonious. Since then, it has become a luxury. Without him, the world is tasteless.
After that, she fled with her children. She cried herself blind every day in Lacrimosa. She didn't know that in another world she couldn't see, he was beside her, walking around the streets, watching the world warm and cold in the moonlight.
Later, in another world, he saw the birth of Zhong Xin, the collapse of the Qing government and the establishment of the Republic of China. In his view, the red spirit, the founding of the country, and a well-off society in an all-round way; He lamented that he came to China to see the rise and rejuvenation of the motherland and the changing situation, glad you came; He didn't regret it. He dedicated his life to his motherland and handed in an answer sheet.
"The times are authors, we are respondents, and the people are commentators." When the examination paper of the times appeared in front of him again, he wrote in vigorous handwriting: Lin Juemin.