From Baicaoyuan to Santan Yinyue [5 1]
Lu Xun
There is a big garden behind my house, which is called Herb Garden according to legend. Now it has been sold to the descendants of Zhu Wengong together with the house [52], and even the last time we met, it was seven or eight years ago, among which there seemed to be only some weeds; But that's my paradise.
Needless to say, green vegetable fields, smooth stone wells, tall acacia trees and purple mulberry trees; Needless to say, cicadas are singing in the leaves, fat wasps are squatting on cauliflower, and the swift call to the son of heaven (lark) suddenly rushes to the sky from the grass. Just around the short mud wall, it has unlimited interest. Oil flies [53] hum here, and crickets play the piano here. Turning over broken bricks, sometimes I meet centipedes; And cantharis [54] If you press your finger on its spine, it will clap your hands and spray a puff of smoke from behind your nose. The vine of Polygonum multiflorum Thunb. [55] and Manglietia [56] are intertwined. Manglietia has the fruit of lotus house and Polygonum multiflorum Thunb. The roots are swollen. Some people say that the roots of Polygonum multiflorum Thunb are human-shaped, and they can become immortals after eating them. So I often pull them up, and I have been pulling them up constantly, and I have broken the mud wall, but I have never seen one of them like a person. If you are not afraid of thorns, you can also pick raspberries [57], which are like small balls made of coral beads, sour and sweet, and their color and taste are far better than those of mulberries.
You can't go to the grass because it is said that there is a big red snake in this garden.
My eldest mother [58] once told me a story: Once upon a time, there was a scholar who lived in an ancient temple and worked hard. In the evening, when he was enjoying the cool in the yard, he suddenly heard someone calling him. I promised, but looking around, I saw a beautiful face on the wall, smiled at him and disappeared. He is very happy; But the old monk who came to talk at night saw through the mechanism [59]. Saying that there is something evil on his face, he must have met a "beautiful snake"; This is a monster with a head and a snake body. It can call people by name. If it agrees, it will come to eat this man's meat at night. Naturally, he was scared to death, but the old monk said it was all right and gave him a small box, saying that as long as he put it on the pillow, he could lie on it. Although he still does this, he always can't sleep-of course not. In the middle of the night, sure enough, sasha vujacic! It sounds like the wind and rain outside the door. When he was shaking into a ball, he heard a clear voice. A golden light flew out of the pillow, and there was no sound outside. The golden light also flew back and was collected in the box. What happened afterwards? Later, the old monk said, this is a flying centipede. It can suck away the snake's brain, and the beautiful snake is killed by it.
The last lesson is: so if a strange voice calls your name, you must not promise him.
This story made me feel the danger of being a man. I often worry about enjoying the cool summer night and dare not look at the wall. I really want to get a box of flying centipedes like the old monk. I often think so when I walk beside the grass in the Herbal Garden. But until now, I haven't got it, but I haven't met the red snake and the beautiful snake. It is natural for strange voices to call my name, but they are not beautiful snakes.
Herbal gardens in winter are tasteless; It's different when it snows. Making a snowman (printing one's whole figure on the snow) and shaping a snow arhat need people's appreciation. This is a deserted garden, so it is not suitable, so we have to catch birds. Bo Xue is not enough; When birds have nowhere to feed for a long time, it is always necessary to cover the ground with snow for a day or two. Sweep away a piece of snow, expose the ground, set up a big bamboo curtain with a short stick, sprinkle some chaff under it [5 10], tie a long rope on the stick, and people will hold it at a distance and watch the birds come down to peck. When they reach the bottom of the bamboo curtain, they will pull the rope and cover the bamboo curtain. However, most of them are sparrows, and some of them are "Zhang Feiniao" with white cheeks [5 1 1]. They have a bad temper and can't keep them overnight.
This is the method taught by my father [5 12], but I don't use it very well. Obviously, I saw them go in, pulled the rope and ran to have a look. There was nothing. It took me a long time to catch three or four. The father who moistens the soil can catch dozens of them in half a day, put them in a fork bag and scream and bump around. I once asked him the reasons for his gains and losses, and he just smiled quietly: You are too impatient to wait for it to come to the middle.
I don't know why my family sent me to the bookstore, which is called the strictest bookstore in the city. Maybe it's because Polygonum multiflorum destroyed the mud wall, maybe it's because the brick was thrown into Liang's house in the partition, maybe it jumped off the stone well fence, and ... there's no way to know. All in all: I won't go to the Herb Garden often. Ade[5 13], my crickets! Ed, my raspberries and Manglietia! ……
Going out to the east, within half a mile, I walked across a stone bridge, which is my husband's home. Go through a black bamboo door, and the third room is the study. There is a flat road hanging in the middle: three pools reflecting the moon [514]; Below the apartment is a picture of a fat sika deer crouching under an old tree. Without Confucius memorial tablet, we will pay tribute to Pinglu. The first time was to worship Confucius, and the second time was to worship Mr.
During the second salute, Mr. [5 15] responded kindly. He is a tall and thin old man with gray hair and big glasses. I have great respect for him, because I heard that he is an old-fashioned, simple and knowledgeable person in this city.
I don't know where I heard it. Dong Fangshuo is also very knowledgeable. He knows an insect called "monster". When the grievance melts, pour the wine and you will be relieved. I really want to know the detailed story, but Chang doesn't know it, because she has no knowledge after all. Now you have a chance, you can ask Mr.
"Sir,' strange '[5 17] this bug, what is going on? ..... "I'm going to flip through the books, and when I'm about to retire, I quickly ask.
I don't know! His face seems very unhappy and angry.
I know that students should not ask these things, just study, because he is a profound scholar [5 18] and he will never be ignorant. The so-called ignorant people don't want to say. People older than me often do this. I have seen it several times.
I just read books, practice calligraphy at noon and have classes at night [5 19]. At first, Mr. Wang was very strict with me these days. Later, I got better, but gradually I read more books. I added words in class, from three words to five words, and finally to seven words
There is also a garden after the three pools reflect the moon. Although it is small, you can climb to the flower bed there to break wintersweet, and look for cicadas on the ground or on osmanthus trees [520]. The best job is to catch flies and feed them to ants quietly. However, the students went to the garden too much for too long, but it didn't help. Mr. Wang shouted in the study
"Where did everyone go?"
People will go back one by one; It's no good going back together. He has a ruler, but he doesn't use it often. He has the rule of kneeling, but he doesn't use it often. Ordinary people just stare at it and say loudly:
"Reading!"
So everyone opened their throats and read for a while. It's really noisy. Some people read "Benevolence is far away from me, I want benevolence to be the best [52 1]", some read "Laughing at people without teeth says that dogs are wide open" [522], some read "Nine places don't need dragons" [523], and some read "Jue Bao Gong Mao Chen Xia Tu You" [524] ... Later. Only he read aloud
"Iron wishful, charming command, a surprise ~ ~; Jin Luo Yi, hanging upside down, thousand cups are not drunk ~ ~........................................................................ "
I doubt that this is an excellent article, because when I read it, he always smiles, raises his head, shakes it and bends back.
When Mr. Wang is absorbed in reading, it suits us very well. Some of them put paper armor on their nails to play with.
I am a painter, and I use a kind of paper called "Jingchuan Paper" to describe one by one on the novel Xiu Xiang [525], just like the shadow writing when I am learning Chinese characters. The more books you read, the more you draw; I haven't read the book, but I have made many achievements in painting. The most scattered books are Dangkou Zhi [526] and Xiu Xiang of The Journey to the West, both of which are very big. Later, because I needed money, I sold it to a rich classmate. His father runs a tin foil shop. It is said that I have become a shopkeeper now and will soon rise to the status of a gentleman. This thing is long gone.
September 18.