There is a golden full moon hanging in the dark blue sky, and below is the beach by the sea, where endless green watermelons are planted. In the meantime, there was an eleven or twelve-year-old boy with a silver ring around his neck and a steel fork in his hand, who tried his best to stab a horse. But Yan twisted his body and ran away from his crotch.
This boy is a genius. I was only a teenager when I met him, and it has been thirty years now. At that time, my father was still alive and my family was fine. I am a young master. That year, my family was a year of great sacrifice. It is said that this sacrifice will take more than 30 years to complete, so it is very solemn.
In the first month, there were many offerings, exquisite sacrificial vessels and many people sacrificed. It is also important to prevent sacrificial vessels from being stolen.
My family has only one busy month (there are three kinds of people who work here: those who work for a certain family all the year round are called long-term workers; Those who work for people on a daily basis are called short-term workers; He also farmed his own land and only came to work for a family during the Chinese New Year holidays and when collecting rent. When he was too busy, he told his father that he could ask his son to moisten the soil to look after the sacrificial vessels.
My father allowed it; I am also very happy, because I have heard the name "Runtu" before, knowing that he and I were both born in leap months, and the five elements (xíng) are short of soil, so his father called him "Runtu". He can pretend to catch birds.
I look forward to the new year every day. When the new year comes, the leap land will arrive. Finally, at the end of the year, one day, my mother told me that the leap soil was coming, so I flew to see it.
He is in the kitchen, with a purple round face, wearing a small felt hat and a bright silver collar around his neck. This shows that his father loved him very much and was afraid of his death, so he made a wish in front of the Buddha and trapped him with a circle. He is shy, but he is not afraid of me. When there was no one else, he talked to me, and we became acquainted in less than half a day.
At that time, we didn't know what to talk about, except that we were very happy to moisten the soil. We said that after going to that city, we saw many things that we had never seen before.
The next day, I asked him to catch birds. He said, "This can't be done. It must be snowing heavily. It snows in our sand. I swept out a clearing, set up a big bamboo plaque with a short stick, and paved the valley. When the bird came to eat, I just pulled the rope tied to the stick at a distance, and the bird was covered under the bamboo plaque. Everything: rice chicken, horn chicken, goose owl, blue back ... "
So I'm looking forward to snow again.
Runtu said to me again, "It's too cold now. Come to us in summer. We go to the seaside to pick up shells every day. There are all kinds of shells, including red and green, ghosts and Guanyin players. In the evening, my father and I will look after watermelons, and you will also go. "
"Do you care about thieves?"
"No, people who walk are thirsty. Pick a melon to eat. We don't steal here. What needs to be managed is badger, pig, hedgehog and monkey. The moon is underground, listening, ringing, and the swallow is biting the melon. You are holding the Hu fork and walking gently ... "
At that time, I didn't know what this so-called stubbornness was-even now-but I felt like a puppy, fierce for no reason.
"Don't bite?"
"Hu fork? When you get there, you will stab when you see it. This beast is very clever. He ran towards you and ran under his crotch. Its hair is as smooth as oil ... "
I didn't know there were so many new things in the world: there were so many colorful shells by the sea; Watermelon has such a dangerous experience that I only know that it is sold in a fruit shop.
"In our sandy land, when the flood season comes, there are many jumping fish just jumping, all with frog-like feet ..."
Ah! There are endless strange things in my heart that my old friend doesn't know. When moistening the soil by the sea, they all saw the sky in the four corners of the high wall in the yard, just like me.
Unfortunately, the first month has passed, and Runtu must go home. I was so anxious that I cried, and he also hid in the kitchen, crying and refusing to go out, but he was finally taken away by his father. Later, he asked his father to bring me a bag of shells and some beautiful bird feathers. I gave him something once or twice, but we never met again.
"Young Runtu" is an excerpt from Lu Xun's short story "Hometown" written at 192 1
Lu Xun (188 1 September 25th-19361October19), a native of Shaoxing, Zhejiang Province, was originally named Zhou Zhangshou, later renamed Zhou Shuren and later Cai Yu. He studied at Sendai Medical College (now Northeastern University). A famous writer, thinker and democratic fighter, he was an important participant in the May 4th New Culture Movement and the founder of modern literature in China.
2. Fan Ainong
In an inn in Tokyo, we usually read newspapers when we get together. Most students watch Asahi Shimbun and Yomiuri Shimbun, and those who are interested in asking about social trivia watch the February 6th news. One morning, Bi Tou saw a telegram from China, probably:
"Anhui Governor Enming was assassinated by Zhao Shikili, and the assassin was arrested."
After everyone was shocked, they spoke radiant words to each other and studied who the assassin was and how Chinese characters were. But as long as they are from Shaoxing and don't read textbooks specifically, they have already understood. This is Xu Xilin. After he came back from studying abroad, he worked as an alternate road and ran as the governor in Anhui, which coincided with the assassination of the governor.
Everyone predicted that he would be executed and his family would be implicated. Soon, the news that six girls were killed in Qiu Jin came. Xu Xilin was dug up and gave all the food to Enming's Qin Bing. People are angry. A few people secretly held a meeting to raise funds in Sichuan; At this time, the Japanese ronin is needed. He shredded the squid, had a generous drink, and then boarded the plane to meet Xu's family.
As usual, there are also hometown associations, hanging martyrs and cursing Manchuria; Since then, some people have advocated sending a telegram to Beijing, denouncing the Manchu government as inhuman. The congregation was immediately divided into two groups: one group wanted to generate electricity and the other group didn't. I advocate power generation, but as soon as I said it, a dull voice followed:
"If the murderer is killed and the dead are all dead, what kind of fart telegram can you send?"
This is a tall man with long hair and white eyes. He always looks at others as if ignoring them. He squatted on the mat, and I generally opposed everything I said; I was surprised and paid attention to him. This just asks others: Who said that it is so cold? People I know told me that his name is Xu's student.
I felt so angry that he was not human at all. My husband was killed, so I dare not send a telegram. So I insisted on generating electricity and arguing with him. As a result, most people advocated power generation, and he gave in. Secondly, we should introduce people to draft telegrams.
"Why? Nature is a person who advocates power generation. " He said.
I think what he said was aimed at me again, but it was not unreasonable. But I advocate that this tragic article must be written by someone who knows the life of the martyr, because he is more closely related than others, and his heart is more sad and angry, and it will be more touching to write it. So they fought again.
As a result, he didn't do it, and neither did I. I don't know who admitted to doing it; Secondly, everyone got separated, leaving only a draftsman and one or two officers, waiting for the filming to be finished.
From then on, I always thought this Fan Ainong was both eccentric and hateful. The hateful people in the world thought they were Manchu at first, but later they realized that they were still the second; The first one is Fan Ainong. China is not revolutionary, but if it wants to be revolutionary, Fan Ainong must be eliminated first.
However, this opinion seems to have gradually disappeared and it has been forgotten. We never met again. Until the year before the revolution, I was still a teacher in my hometown, probably in late spring. Suddenly, I saw a man on the guest table of an acquaintance. We looked at each other for two or three seconds and said at the same time
"Oh, oh, you are Fan Ainong!"
"Oh, oh, you are Lu Xun!"
Somehow we all laughed, laughed at each other and felt sad. His eyes are still like that, but strangely, in recent years, his head has also had white hair, but maybe it has been there for a long time, and I didn't notice it before. He looks very cold in an old cloth jacket and worn cloth shoes.
Talking about his own experience, he said that he later lost his tuition and could no longer study abroad, so he came back. After returning to my hometown, I was despised, rejected and persecuted, and there was almost no place to live. Now I am hiding in the countryside and teaching several primary school students to make a living. But sometimes I feel bored, so I also go to town by boat.
He also told me that I like drinking now, so we drank. Since then, every time he goes to town, he will definitely come to see me and know me very well. When we are drunk, we often say something stupid and crazy, and even our mother laughs when she overhears it. One day, I suddenly remembered the old story when I held a hometown meeting in Tokyo, so I asked him:-
"What was your reason for deliberately opposing me that day, intentionally?"
"Don't you know? I have always hated you-not only me, but also us. "
"Did you know who I was before that?"
"Why don't you know. Didn't we meet Ziying and you when we arrived in Yokohama? You look down on us and shake your head. Do you remember? "
I briefly thought about it, but I remember that it was seven or eight years ago. At that time, Ziying came to ask me out and said that Yokohama would pick up my new classmate. As soon as the steamboat arrived, I saw many people, about a dozen people. As soon as I landed, I put my luggage on duty and waited for inspection. The customs officer rummaged through the closet and suddenly found a pair of embroidered bow shoes. I put down my business and took a closer look.
I was very dissatisfied and thought, how could these birds bring this thing? I didn't notice it myself. I probably shook my head at that time. After the inspection, you must sit in the inn before getting on the bus. I didn't expect these scholars to give up their seats on the bus again. A wants B to sit in this seat, and B wants C to sit. Before the work was finished, the train had already left. As soon as the body shook, three or four of them fell off.
At that time, I was also very dissatisfied, and I thought to myself: Even the seats on the train should be distinguished. I didn't notice, maybe I shook my head again. However, Fan Ainong is an elegant figure, but I didn't think of it until today.
Not only he, but also ashamed to say, in this group, there are martyrs Chen Boping who died in Anhui later, and martyrs Ma who were killed; There are still one or two people locked up in black jails, and they didn't see the light of day until after the revolution, and they always bear the scars of bandit punishment. Knowing nothing about it, I shook my head and shipped them to Tokyo.
Although Xu came with them in the same boat, he was not in the car because he and his wife went to Kobe by land.
I think I shook my head twice. They don't know what time it is. Let the sitting be lively and the inspection be quiet. It must be time to collect taxes. I want to ask if I love agriculture, yes.
"I really don't understand what are you doing with this thing? Whose is it? "
"Not our Jenny's?" He glared at his white eyes.
"When you go to Tokyo, you must pretend to have a pair of big feet. Why do you want to bring this thing? "
"Who knows? You ask her. "
In beginning of winter, our situation got worse, but we still drank and told jokes. Suddenly it was the Wuchang Uprising, followed by the recovery of Shaoxing. The next day, Ai Nong came to the city, wearing the felt hat commonly used by farmers, and that smile was never seen before.
"Old fast, we don't drink today. I want to see Shaoxing after the recovery. Let's go together. "
We walked in the street with a white flag in our eyes. However, despite this appearance, the skeleton remains the same, because it is still a military government organized by several old squires. What railway shareholders are administrative directors, and the bank treasurer is an ordnance director. This military government did not last long after all. As soon as the teenagers called, Wang Jinfa strode in from Hangzhou, even if he didn't come, he would come.
After he came in, he was surrounded by many idle people and the new revolutionary party. He became the commander-in-chief of the king's yamen. He changed his robe in less than ten days, and the weather was not cold.
I was placed next to the rice bowl of a normal school principal, and Governor Wang gave our school 200 yuan. I love farming as a supervisor, and I still wear the same cloth robe, but I don't drink much and have little time to chat. He teaches while working, and he is really diligent.
"The situation is still not good, Wang Jinfa and them." A teenager who attended my lecture last year came to visit me and said generously, "We will run a newspaper to supervise them. But the promoter wants to borrow Mr. Wang's name. One is Mr Ziying and the other is Mr Deqing. As a society, we know that you will never give up. "
I promised him. Two days later, I saw the leaflet published in the newspaper. There are indeed three sponsors. Five days later, it was published in the newspaper, beginning with scolding the military government and the people there; Then he scolded the viceroy, his relatives, his fellow villagers and his concubines.
After more than ten days of scolding, a news came to my house, saying that the governor was going to send someone to kill you with a pistol because you cheated him of his money.
It doesn't matter to others. My mother was the first to worry and told me not to go out again. But I went as usual and made it clear that Wang Jinfa wouldn't kill us. Although he was born in Greenwood University, it is not easy to kill people. Besides, I got the money from the school, and he can understand, but I'm just saying.
Selected from Fan Ainong, it is a reminiscence essay written by modern writer Lu Xun on 1926.
Lu Xun (188 1 September 25th-19361October19), a native of Shaoxing, Zhejiang Province, was originally named Zhou Zhangshou, later renamed Zhou Shuren and later Cai Yu. He studied at Sendai Medical College (now Northeastern University). A famous writer, thinker and democratic fighter, he was an important participant in the May 4th New Culture Movement and the founder of modern literature in China.
3. Pay tribute to Mr. Xu Dishan
Dishan is my best friend. With his curious attitude towards all kinds of knowledge, his interest in all aspects of life, his enthusiasm for supporting and tutoring his friends, and his indifference to financial interests, he is by no means like a short-lived person.
Whenever I see his smiling face, hold his soft hand with an emerald ring, or hear him talk endlessly about learning or stories, I always think that he will live to be 80 or 90 years old. I believe that if he lives to be 80 or 90 years old, he will talk and laugh as he did when he was young, and he will never refuse his friend's request or embarrass him.
The mountain itself will die-it will be on the brink of fifty years.
He is my good friend. However, I don't know much about his life. Yes, he did tell me a lot about himself; However, most of them were forgotten by me.
First, I have a bad memory; Secondly, when I met him for the first time, I felt that "this is a friend" and I don't need to ask him anything in detail; Even if he turned out to be a robber, I just think he is cute; I only know that I am a lovely person in front of me, but I don't know his history at all, and it doesn't matter! Besides, I'm sure he will live to be eighty or ninety years old.
Let him tell those interesting stories, let him tell some academic experience and research methods; As for his own history, what are you busy with? It's not too late to tell me when he is old!
However, he is dead!
I know he is from Fujian. His father is a local official in Taiwan Province province-maybe he was born in Taiwan Province province. He had a very talented uncle who later became a monk and didn't obey the rules. By this uncle, he was probably close to Buddhism since he was a child and read a lot of Buddhist scriptures. Because of this uncle, he once lived in Yangon and gave him a lot of information about writing novels later.
His wife died a long time ago, leaving a little girl. The green gem ring in his hand is in memory of his dead wife. After returning to Peiping from England, he played the strings again. This young lady's surname is Zhou. I have seen her in both Beiping and Qingdao.
Image above: I'm afraid there are still some inaccuracies. My memory is really poor! I remember when I visited him in Oxford, he told me why I always wore that green gem ring. At the same time, he said a lot about his uncle.
Yes, I clearly remember him telling his uncle about the length of Zen, because his old man is a Zen monk. However, beyond that, I forgot all about many very interesting things; Regret not writing it all down!
I met Dishan twenty years ago. At that time, I didn't have much work. I often went to church to help and do some "social service" things. Dishan not only goes there often, but also lives there sometimes, so I know him. As for me, I'm just a middle school graduate with little knowledge.
But by that time, Di Shan had graduated from Yanda University and stayed there to teach. Everyone says that he is a very learned young man. When I met him on the first day, I hardly dared to make friends with him. He is a learned man! However, he is learned and has no airs. He likes telling jokes, which is very elegant in the village. He and I went to eat jiaozi for eight coppers and ten dollars, and we talked while eating. We didn't have to say anything, but it was always interesting.
I'm not afraid of him anymore. Although I don't know how much knowledge he has, I know he is a very innocent and lovely person. One to two, I tried to ask him something about books; I'm afraid he won't tell me, because I know some scholars have such a temper: he can associate with you, no matter what kind of person you are; But when it comes to study, he refuses to speak.
Either he refuses to give away his knowledge for nothing, or he disdains to talk about it with an uneducated person-his attitude shows that it is condescending to associate with you. As for studying, haha ... but Di Shan is definitely not such a person. He is as willing to tell people what he knows as he is to tell stories. He won't despise me because I ask him for advice, nor will he show his knowledge with a straight face.
Just like a joke in the peace talks, he told me everything he knew, without reservation or boredom, taught me to admire his knowledge and regarded him as a good friend. Learning did not destroy his personality, like those arrogant "scholars", he did this to me and others; Of all the people who know him, I have never heard anyone accuse him of not being a friend behind his back.
Yes, friends sometimes secretly pay attention to him; Who can't have some questions? However, Dishan's fault is the kind that will only make his friends angry and laugh, and will never hurt his personality. He doesn't like writing letters. You wrote him ten letters, but he didn't get a reply. Answer you once in a while, but it's just a few strange words, written on a piece of broken paper you pick up casually.
I call his word chicken feet, which is really ugly. This may be one of the reasons why he doesn't want to write. Another problem is unpunctuality. Oral or written notice, when to hold a meeting and when to gather, will never have any influence on him. As long as he sits down in the library or chats with friends, he doesn't have to hope that he can look at the clock again.
So, if you have an appointment and don't drag him to the meeting in person, it's your fault; He never remembers the time.
1In the early autumn of 924, I arrived in London, and the mountains arrived a few days earlier than me. He got a master's degree in America, and then went to Oxford to continue studying his comparative religion. School hasn't started yet, so I will stay in London for a few days. I live with him.
He is writing a novel with a rough paper ledger used in a small shop in China. At that time, I was not interested in literature and art, and I didn't pay much attention to which one he wrote.
A few days later, he took me to play outside the city and saw the general situation of London. Dishan likes history, has studied religion for many years and has a strong interest in paleontology. How interesting and beneficial it is for him to wander around London! At the same time, he is definitely not the kind of international student who "the moon in foreign countries is not bad". To tell the truth, he sometimes hates foreigners too much.
Because he wants to criticize the British, even the British are polite and orderly, and it is considered stupid and ridiculous not to make any noise when drinking soup. So as soon as I arrived in London, I saw many treasures of the ancient city and its dark side through his eyes, so I didn't blindly conclude that the moon in London was better than that in Beiping.
Soon, he went to Oxford to study. During the summer vacation and winter vacation, he will come to London for a few days. The word "play" is used properly here, but it is not appropriate. When he met his friends, he got carried away: he never refused what his friends said.
Go to East London to buy Auricularia auricula, and we can cook some China rice? All right! Go to the zoo? All right! Playing poker? All right! He never seems to be depressed and will never say "no". However, it is better to ask him to shoot the breeze.
As far as I know, he studies anthropology, folklore, literature and archaeology in addition to various religions; He knows ancient coins, can distinguish ancient paintings, and has studied Sanskrit and Pali.
Ask him to shoot the breeze, he can-for example-from the love between men and women to the asceticism in the Middle Ages, and then to the relationship between men and women in the primitive times. His story is rich in evidence in the book. His writing fell to the vulgarity of peddlers and pawns, and soared to the profound wisdom of scholars. He didn't feel tired after talking for a day, and everyone didn't feel tired after listening for a day.
But don't let him sneak out alone. He went out alone, either to the museum or to the library. Once in, he forgot to come out. Once, at eight or nine o'clock in the morning, I found him upstairs in the library of Oriental College. At lunch time, I called him, but he didn't move. He didn't come out until five o'clock in the afternoon, because the library should be closed.
When he found me, he kept shouting "Hungry". Yes, he was hungry at ten o'clock. In this season, the word "play" is not allowed.
Oxford does not recognize his American master's degree, so it will be two years before he can take the master's degree again. His thesis is an introduction to Hokkekyo. When preparing this paper, he also wrote a rather long article, which was read at the World Christian Congress. The content of this article is to introduce Taoism.
In the eyes of ordinary superficial missionaries, Buddhism and Taoism in China are similar to the primitive religions believed by African blacks or American reds. The article "The Mountain" made them unheard of and was praised by many religious scholars.
194 1 August17th.
Lao She (1899— 1966), formerly known as Shu Qingchun, was a Beijinger.
From 65438 to 0924, he went to England, worked as a Chinese lecturer at Oriental College of London University, and was also engaged in literary creation. 1937, his masterpiece Camel Xiangzi came out. 1944 began to create a long masterpiece "A Family of Four Generations" with the occupied Beiping as the background. 195 1 year, Beijing Municipal People's Government awarded him the title of "People's Artist".
4. Kites
When we were children, our greatest happiness was making kites and flying them.
Pull some thin reeds in Lutang and get some paper. Let's make kites. Be a butterfly. We are doing it seriously, and our hearts are full of longing and hope. The kite is finished, but nothing looks like it. We are still very happy, call it "Happy Bird" and write our names on it.
Let's fly a kite. One person holds the rope with his hand, and the other person stands in the distance and says "let go". As soon as the thread is tight and loose, the kite flies in the air and gradually rises above the treetops. The matchmaker ran away quickly. Kites fly higher and higher, flying in the air, and we shout happily and run desperately in the fields. The villagers saw it and said, "Put it so high!"
From morning to afternoon, we still can't rest and run in the fields with kites. The kite flew higher and higher, and seemed to fly to the clouds. Suddenly a gust of wind blew and the line was broken. The kite swayed in the air and soon flew away. We were shocked. The kite became smaller and smaller and suddenly disappeared.
We all cried and searched in the fields for half an afternoon, but there was still no sign. We sat on the ridge in dismay. We looked up and saw a huge wooden wheel floating on the water in the distance. It kept turning and lifted the water. Half a circle of water glowed with white light. That's the water mill in our village.
"Have you looked there?"
"I haven't looked for it. Maybe' Happy Bird' fell there. " Everybody say.
We ran to the house and continued to look for our "happy bird" ...
Kite is an essay written by Jia Pingwa. The original title is "Notes on Kites in Childhood".
Jia Pingwa, 2 1952 was born in Dihua Town, Danfeng County, Shangluo City, Shaanxi Province, and is a contemporary writer. He is currently a deputy to the National People's Congress, vice chairman of the Chinese Writers Association, chairman of the Shaanxi Writers Association, chairman of the Provincial Federation of Literary and Art Circles, and editor-in-chief of Yanhe and Mei Wen magazines.
His published works include 24 volumes of Collected Works of Jia Pingwa, and his representative works include The Wasted Capital and Shaanxi Opera.
There are 16 novels such as Ancient Furnaces, Happy, Lights, Old Students, Extreme Flowers and Yamamoto. Short stories Blackstone, Beautiful Cave, Five Kui and prose Chou Shi.
Three notes on Shangzhou, weather, etc.
His works have won five national literary awards: Mao Dun Literature Award, Lu Xun Literature Award, National Excellent Short Story Award, National Excellent Novelette Award and National Excellent Prose (Collection) Award. He has won the China Media Literature Award, Shi Naian Literature Award, Lao She Literature Award, Bing Xin Prose Award, Zhu Ziqing Prose Award and People's Literature Award for more than 50 times.
He has won the American Mobil Flying Horse Literature Award, the French Femina Literature Award, the Hong Kong Dream of Red Mansions World Chinese Novel Award, the first Peking University Wang-Zhou Anyi World Chinese Literature Award and the French Knight Literature and Art Medal. ..
5. Falling
One autumn night, P and I were sitting in his small study, chatting W's novels under the dim electric light.
Is he still in Henan? How about at C University? I asked casually.
No, he went to America.
America? Do what?
Do you think it's strange? -John Hobokin Hospital in Bodinmo sent a telegram asking him to be an assistant.
Oh! That's where he studies psychology! He always gets good grades there? -Is he willing to come back here?
Not necessarily. He came to Beijing before he left, and I invited him to dinner in Qi Xin.
He looks very unhappy.
Why is this?
He felt that there was no place for him to work in China.
He has only been back for a year. C university has no money, right?
Not only does he have no money, but they also say he is crazy!
Crazy!
We are silent and have nothing to say for the time being.
I remember the first time I saw W's name, it was in freshman magazine. I was studying at P University, and W was there. What I saw in "New Life" was his novel; But a friend told me that he read so many books on psychology. He has read all the books in the university library. He also read many literary books. He said he never stopped reading.
The first time I met him, it was in the corridor of P University dormitory. He is walking with his friends. Someone told me that this is W, with a slightly bent back, a small black face, long hair and myopia. This is W. I often read his words and remember that he is a person.
Once I took a translation of psychology and showed it to my friends. He changed dozens of articles for me one by one, and never relaxed a word. Shame and gratitude will remain in my heart forever.
I remembered that night in Hangzhou again. He suddenly came to see me. He said that he swam with P for three days and will go to Shanghai tomorrow morning. He was originally from Shandong; When I return to Shanghai, I'm going to America. I asked the magazine Psychology, Philosophy and Scientific Methods of Columbia University, and I know it is a very famous magazine. But he said that there are often no good articles in it for a year, which makes no sense.
He said that psychologists had a meeting in England recently, and the words of several people were very interesting. He casually wrote a book on the back of his desk with a pencil, the title and place of publication of philosophy and science, saying it was a new book and could be read. He said he was leaving. I sent him to the hotel. I saw a book "Life and Geography" lying on his bed, so I took it and flipped through it. He said this little book is very famous and good.
Under the dim electric light, we were silent for a while and simply answered a few words; I left. I haven't seen him until now.
After he went to America, he wrote some words at first, and then he stopped writing. His name, in the hearts of ordinary people, is like a cloud in the distance. I still remember him. Two or three years later, I saw another poem of his in Literature Daily, which was written clearly and interestingly.
I have only read this poem of his. I have read many of his novels; What impressed me most was the article Rainy Night, which talked about the life of rickshaw pullers in Beijing. W is a science student and should be calm, but his novels are very popular.
This is W.
Selected from Zhu Ziqing's prose Gone with the Wind.
Zhu Ziqing (1898165438+1October 22-1August 948 12), formerly known as Huazi, was renamed as Ziqing with some conditions. China modern essayist, poet, scholar and democracy fighter. Originally from Shaoxing, Zhejiang Province, I was born in Donghai County, Jiangsu Province (now Pingming Town, Donghai County, Lianyungang City), and later settled in Yangzhou with my grandfather and father, calling myself "I am from Yangzhou". Representative work "Back" and so on.