"Two Poems of Seven Wonders: Commemorating Lu Xun's 80th Birthday"
September 1961
First one
Be bold and bold, The light of swords and shadows of swords are spinning.
Long Hua spent sleepless nights with blood, still composing poems and orchestral music.
Second
Jianhu, the hometown of famous celebrities in Yuetai, is worried and heartbroken for the country.
Jiannan song is followed by the autumn wind, and one example is densely packed into the poem bag.
"Summer Journey to Keshanli Village" (Li Ciming)
The awning boat is just across the creek bridge, and the village is invisible to the sky.
Pingshan on both sides of the Taiwan Strait has a thick green background, and every pavilion listens to the singing of cicadas.
"Self-Inscribed Portrait" (Lu Xun)
The spiritual platform has no way to escape the divine arrow, and the storm is like a rock, darkening the hometown.
I would like to express my gratitude to Han Xing, but I will recommend Xuanyuan with my blood.
"Preface to the Dream Traces of Longshan" (Liu Dabai)
One
Going up the mountain valley again, thousands of rocks and ravines are greeting you;
< p>There are many beautiful landscapes in my hometown, but they are not as famous as the West Lake.If you welcome returning guests on the Ye River, Qin Wangshan will recognize your old neighbor through the clouds;
Wash your eyes again in the clouds and water, as if you have seen each other twice before.
Four years ago, Zhemo returned to his long-lost hometown from Hangzhou and accidentally made up nonsense about these two poems on the boat. In these two poems Qijue, it seems that I am a person who misses my hometown and sings about my hometown, which is somewhat contradictory to me who usually hates and curses my hometown. However, what I hate and curse is the society and the city of my hometown. As for the mountains and rivers of my hometown, I have always missed and praised them, thinking they are far better than the West Lake. "It's not like the West Lake that got its name from the waves", I believe this is a true conclusion; - although it may be a prejudice, there are many people who have visited the West Lake and "went up to the mountain valley", and probably there are also some who agree with this prejudice. Bar.
I think the society and city in my hometown are just like the famous stinky fermented bean curd in my hometown. They are moldy and rotten. Flies leave behind countless fly eggs, which hatch into countless poisonous maggots, which trample their burrows and make them dirty, so they are not only disgusted and cursed, but even feared. Because I hate, curse and fear it, I have even left it for more than ten years and dare not even think about going up to the mountain valley. Although I love and sing about it, I think that the mountains and rivers are far superior to the West Lake and can attract the soul. As if inviting me. You have no choice, you have no choice, you have no choice but to surrender to the rotten and filthy hometown society and city. It is like accepting the judgment of Emperor Yama in the Senluo Palace and being pushed into the stinking hell of boiling shit by bull-headed and horse-faced people. . That time of "going up to the mountain valley again", it was because the Buddha seemed to have made the determination "If I don't go to hell, who will go to hell", and did this.
My hometown is in the upper reaches of Ruoye River, one of the thirty-six sources of Jianhu Lake, and at the southern foot of Qinwang Mountain, which serves as a barrier to the south of Longshan Mountain. I have spent more than twenty years watching clouds and listening to water among these streams and mountains. Therefore, no matter how the society or the city in my hometown disgusts me, curses me, or even scares me, the sound of water on the Ruoye River and the shadow of the clouds on the top of Qinwang Mountain cannot help but always linger in my mind for more than ten years. The traces of my dream of wandering in a foreign land are splashing and floating slowly. When distant guests return home and good neighbors visit old friends, they naturally become friends with water lovers lingering in the dream traces, "like we have known each other twice as close as each other." And only this dream trace lingers in the water outside the hometown society and the hometown city. My friend, Yun Peng, can feel like I have known each other twice as much as I have a blind date.
二
Longshan is also one of the famous mountains in my hometown, and it is directly opposite to the north of Qinwang Mountain. It is only thirty miles away by boating from the lower reaches of Ruoye River. I have visited my hometown many times during the more than twenty years I have lived in my hometown, and it seems that it should linger in my dreams. However it is unfortunate. Unfortunately, it grows up in the city of my hometown, which I hate, curse, and fear. Unfortunately, it is immersed in the moldy and filthy atmosphere of the society in my hometown, which I hate, curse, and fear. It is not immune to the stinky fermented bean curd. melted. Moreover, it is a child's mountain with no trees and almost no grass; its body is covered with countless earthen buns. The fillings of these local steamed buns are just like the rotten skeletons of some members of society, which are like stinky fermented bean curd. Its body is covered with dirt and grime, and contains so many rotten bones, just like a smelly breast with countless poisonous maggots in its holes. Therefore, although it is a famous mountain, it has almost become the society of my corrupt hometown. A representative of my hometown city. Such a representative of a corrupt society and a corrupt city can only give me disgust, curse, and fear. Where is the possibility of loving and singing? There is Ruoye stream there, and the clouds on Qinwang Mountain are also like the possibility of "déjà vu, twice as close as a blind date"? Even if unfortunately, it sometimes appears in my dreams.
The grandiose Tang Dynasty poet Yuan Zhen once said:
I am the Jade Emperor’s incense case official,
I am banished but I still live in Penglai;
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The Immortal City is difficult to draw and write,
We temporarily live together in different places;
Calling Longshan the Immortal City is more Make Penglai.
Although the society and cities of Yuezhou at that time may not be as rotten and dirty as they are now, and they deserve such praise; but the fairy capital and Penglai are nothing more than an illusion. Calling Longshan the fairy capital is no more than an illusion. Being Penglai is nothing more than an illusion. Perhaps, because I am not a Jade Emperor's Fragrance Clerk and do not have that kind of blessing, it can be said that the Immortal City is compared to Longshan in Penglai. In my eyes, it is unfortunate and smelly.
三
The stinky fermented bean curd in Longshan was moved to a better place in my dreams, and left behind in the dreams of my friends Xu Weinan and Wang Xinfu There are many wonderful traces, and the two of them used wonderful pens to describe these wonderful dream traces, which became these twenty wonderful sketches of "Longshan Dream Traces". Although what they depict is not only Longshan, but also the mirror water of Jishan Mountain, Longshan is a theme after all. How lucky is Longshan to have such wonderful blessings?
Naturally, mortals’ impressions of objective scenery are often different due to subjective differences; and foreign scenery can arouse tourists’ wonder. The elegance of the Range Rover is not as boring as that of a "commonplace" car. The beauty of Longshan in their dreams is nothing more than these two causes. Therefore, I can never deny the beauty of Longshan in their dream marks because of subjective differences and my bias due to familiarity; let alone their wonderful pens, which add beauty to it?< /p>
Emotion is a contagious thing. Beautiful emotions written in beautiful words are especially contagious. I have hated curses and been afraid of Longshan for more than ten years. After reading their wonderful "Longshan Dream Traces", I was not immune to the infection of their wonderful emotions, which aroused a trace of the wonderful joy I felt in childhood. The dream trace is here, and this trace of dream trace is about Wanghai Pavilion on the top of Longshan Mountain. Wanghai Pavilion is on the top of Longshan Mountain, and far opposite it, about 20 miles north of the city, there is Shinan Pavilion on the top of Meishan Mountain. This Shinan Pavilion, I don’t know when, had already lost the building above it, and only a few stone pillars were left standing. When I was young, I went from my hometown to the house of my fifth aunt who married near Meishan. I leaned against the boat window and looked left and right. After I saw the Wanghai Pavilion on the top of Longshan Mountain, I soon saw this stone pillar. Shinan Pavilion. At that time, my fifth aunt once told me a story about these two pavilions. It is said:
These two pavilions were originally located in the peach garden of the Queen Mother. They are all pavilions with pearls as tops, glazed tiles as tiles, corals as rafters, emeralds as beams, and white jade as columns. Later, Monkey King, the Monkey King of Monkey King, took charge of the Peach Garden. He was investigated and punished by the Jade Emperor for stealing peaches. He thought that if he did not do anything, he would steal the two pavilions. So he took out the golden cudgel from his ear hole and shouted. It turned into a long pole. Lift up these two pavilions, slip out of Nantianmen, and walk towards the lower realm. When I got here, I looked back and saw that many heavenly soldiers and generals had arrived in a swarm following the orders of the Jade Emperor. Because he wanted to pull out the golden cudgel to attack the enemy's heavenly soldiers and generals, he had no choice but to release the two pavilions he was carrying and placed them exactly on the top of Longshan Mountain and Meishan Mountain. Those heavenly soldiers and generals were anxious to catch the thief, and they hurriedly chased the great sage, but they had no time to seize the two thief's organs. Therefore, these two pavilions remain on these two mountains to this day. However, these two pavilions could not withstand the fumigation of the turbid air of the world. After a short time, those pearls, colored glaze, coral, emerald, and white jade gradually turned into mortal bricks, tiles, wood and stones. Only on the top of Meishan Mountain, because there was an immortal Mei Fu who lived there in the past, he retained a little immortal energy and subdued the turbid air a little. Therefore, although the lower pillar has turned into a stubborn stone in the world, the upper pillar has become a stubborn stone in the world. The pearls, colored glazes, corals, and emeralds have not changed. However, just because it remained unchanged, it aroused the covetousness of the Dragon King of the South China Sea. Soon he sent his dragon generals to ride a gust of dragon wind and snatched away all the pearls, colored glazes, corals, and emeralds to use as materials for his repair of the Crystal Palace. went. This is why the Wanghai Pavilion on the top of Longshan Mountain is still intact, while the Shinan Pavilion on the top of Meishan Mountain only has a few stone pillars left.
At that time, I had already peeked at "Journey to the West" from my father's bookcase, and I admired the character of Monkey King, the Monkey King. After listening to this anecdote that was not included in "Journey to the West", I found it very interesting, and at the same time I complained to the author of "Journey to the West" why he didn't record it in the book; so I still remember it and became A trace of a wonderful dream from my childhood. However, although this trace of wonderful dreams often appears in my mind, it has always been centered on Sun Wukong, not Longshan. Now I am infected by their wonderful "Longshan Dream Traces", which evokes a trace of the wonderful dream traces in my old childhood dreams, and unconsciously moved the Sun Wukong center to the Longshan center.
The old Longshan, in my dream traces, is unfortunate and rotten. This is actually caused by my subjective mentality of hating my hometown, cursing my hometown, and being afraid of my hometown. In fact, why should the mountain spirit be so unlucky as to be so unclean? Now that I have read the wonderful "Dream Traces of Longshan" written by them, I can actually move it into my dream traces and interpret Longshan. Filthy; not only do I feel sorry for them, but Longshan in my dream marks also feels sorry for them.
However, I should certainly be grateful to the author of "Dream Traces of Longshan"; but how should I relieve Longshan's filth? Therefore, I can only put a trace of the wonderful Longshan Dream Traces that I felt in childhood, I wrote it down as the fragrance, flowers and fruits of my repentance for Longshan, and at the same time as the pearl of Nanjin that I paid tribute to the author of "Dream Traces of Longshan".
"Across the River, Liver and Gallbladder" (Qiu Jin)
Staying in Beijing, it's early and it's the Mid-Autumn Festival.
Below the fence, yellow flowers are blooming everywhere, and the autumn appearance is like wiping.
The songs on all sides are broken and Chu is finally broken.
For eight years, I thought about Zhejiang alone.
The hard-working general is trying to force someone to do something, but he doesn’t care!
If the body is not good enough, the men will be outnumbered;
But the heart will be stronger than the men!
For all my life, I have liver and gallbladder, because people are always hot,
Who knows my ordinary mind?
The end of a hero is a torment.
In this world of mortals, where can I find a close friend? My green shirt is wet!
"Things That Can Never Be Forgotten" (Ba Jin)
Friend, you want me to tell you the last thing about the old man. I don't want to say anything now
In fact, I can't say anything. I only write down some bits and pieces for you, things that I can never forget.
In the Wanguo Funeral Home, some friends of about the same age and I spent four serious and sad days.
The old man lay quietly in the mourning hall. Every day from morning to night, many people come here, standing one by one or five or six people in a row. I pay my deepest respect to him. I stood nearby and took in all of this with my eyes.
A bald old man just walked in and stood for a moment, then suddenly buried his head and cried softly.
Another girl of thirteen or fourteen had already walked out of the mourning hall, but she still stuck her head into the curtain.
She came inside with red eyes and begged: "Let me take a look again." , this is the last time. ”
The lights in the mourning hall are not bright enough. A group of primary school students lined up respectfully in two rows. They all raised their heads and looked at the enlarged photo in a daze. Suddenly an older child lowered his head and bowed. The rest of the people immediately lowered their heads. Some of them nodded their heads nostalgically after bowing for the third time. Children's hearts are the most sincere
. They knew they now had a friend who cared for them. "Save the child,"
The old man's voice still seemed to ring in my ears.
A co-worker of a magazine that I know came unexpectedly. He stood for a moment in a corner of the memorial hall with a red face, bowed three times respectfully like a child, and then walked away quietly.
I also saw a blind man, wearing a neat suit, putting one hand
on the shoulder of another man in a long gown, and slowly walked in from the outside. Arriving in front of the spirit
The guide stopped. The blind man withdrew his hand from the guide's shoulder, moved forward
one step, stood upright, raised his invisible eyes and looked blankly in front of him
faced, so he lowered his head and bowed respectfully three times. He stretched out his hand again, put it on the guide's shoulder and retreated silently.
The two ladies in kimono buried their heads, closed their eyes, and silently prayed with their hands together
for a while. When I pulled the curtains for them, I saw the tears on their faces,
Then there were cries of grief outside the curtains.
My ears are not misheard. I hear cries like this at least several times a day
It often brings tears to my eyes.
My eyes will not be deceived either. I saw workers in coarse t-shirts,
I saw male and female students holding textbooks, I also saw the postman in green, the boy scouts in yellow, There are also small businessmen, shop assistants, and all kinds of people with different nationalities, different occupations, and
different beliefs. I saw the same sad expression on the faces of countless different people.
All these people are drawn here from near and far by this heart.
At these times, I often think: This old man who is respected and loved by all of us, is he really dead?
I can't believe it. But these sad faces and these painful cries told me clearly that this old man would never sit up again and talk to us with a gentle smile. .
On the night of the 21st, it was past eleven o'clock, and a few friends and I were preparing to leave
for home. The mourning hall was very quiet. I walked to the Lingshu alone and stood quietly for four
five minutes. With the dim light, through the glass coffin lid, I looked at the familiar face with my eyes and mouth tightly closed
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With. A gentle expression fell over the face. There is no terror of death.
It was as if the old man fell into a deep sleep. There are wreaths and baskets of flowers all around, and the fragrant fragrance of tuberose fills my heart and lungs one by one. I couldn't help but think
Isn't this a dream? I thought again: What if this old man turns over and sits up?
But a heavy voice shouted in my heart: The dead cannot be resurrected
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The body of the deceased was enshrined in the afternoon of this day. I saluted with many friends
After that, I stood in the crowd, waiting for the body to be enshrined. The sound of crying in front of me hurt my heart.
I couldn't bear it anymore, and turned around with tears in my eyes, and accidentally saw the tall friend with red eyes, reaching out his hand to put his hand on the other friend's shoulder. Grasp. I saw
he felt sad, and I felt even sadder. At this moment, the hearts of everyone in the room are the same, and they all have one thing, which is - the memorial of the deceased.
On the day of the funeral, a friend and I arrived at the funeral home at 7:30 in the morning. Other friends
My friends are busy doing things outside. I walked around the coffin alone, and then stood there for a while. In front of me is still that kind face that is sleeping soundly. The air is still filled with the rich fragrance of tuberose. I thought again: maybe this was a dream. What if he really sat up?
Friends, this is not a dream. The beloved mentor of all of us, the old man who I have admired for the past ten years has left us forever. A white silk ribbon on the wreath next to it said "Mr.'s spirit will never die." However, the gap in my heart can never be filled.
I can't stand like this for a long time. People began to come one after another to pay their respects to the remains.
Some even come from far away to see the first and last
side of their beloved old man. "Let's take a few more looks," someone would often plead with their eyes when I stretched out my hand to pull the curtain. But the place was so small, there was a long queue of people waiting behind us, and other friends were also urging us. How can I get everyone to look at him more
?
At two o'clock in the afternoon, the coffin left the funeral parlor, and the funeral procession was very orderly
Many people sang dirges in sorrow. Otherwise there was solemn silence.
When we arrived at the cemetery, after the ceremony, thirteen or four people lifted the coffin. The friend who had just read the eulogy in the memorial hall suddenly ran out from the crowd and put his palm under the coffin. I was moved to think: At this moment, all the hearts were connected together by the old man lying in the coffin.
On the way to the tomb, the coffin became heavier and heavier. The foreigner who came with the coffin ran over and asked in English movedly: "Can I help?" I nodded.
He silently reached under the coffin.
It was already evening when we arrived at the tomb, and everyone put down the coffin. There are two straps tied to a shelf, and the coffin is placed on the straps. The belt dropped, and the coffin also fell slowly.
People sadly sang Sabbath songs in low voices. In the dim dusk, I only saw the flag "Soul of the People" with black characters on a white background gradually sinking. When it stopped completely, People then lifted the cement tomb lid. All at once we lost
everything.
"Rest in peace, rest in peace..." This was simply a cry.
The ceremony was over, and the first quarter moon appeared in the corner of the sky. There are no lights. In the darkness
The crowd began to disperse like an ebbing tide. ...
At ten o'clock in the evening, I returned home tiredly and received a letter from a friend.
He said:
"...if I wasn't I was stuck by my homework and wanted to go to the funeral home to pay my respects to Mr. Zhou.
When a person dies, everything becomes sacred. His personality is really great.
It’s really profound...”
In fact, the writer of the letter visited the funeral parlor at noon today. I saw him at that time, but I didn't know that he had already sent such a letter.
There is a copy of "Midstream" on my desk. I read the letter and opened the magazine at random. When I saw this sentence, I read it out loud: "His youthful enthusiasm remains unchanged even with age." , the spirit of an unyielding warrior until death will remain with the world forever with his profound works.”
Friend, I ask you to remember this sentence. This is very true.
October 22, 1936
"Night Sailing Preface"
Night Sailing Preface
[Ming Dynasty] Zhang Dai
There is no knowledge in the world, but it is the most difficult to deal with in night sailing. The common people in the village have all their knowledge prepared in advance, such as the eighteen bachelors of Yingzhou and the twenty-eight generals of Yuntai. If their names are slightly missing, they often cover their mouths and laugh.
He didn't know the names of the eighteen scholars and twenty-eight generals. Even if he forgot their names, it would not harm his knowledge and arts. But if he missed one person, it would be more shameful. Therefore, according to hearsay, a person who can only recognize dozens of surnames verbally is considered to be a learned and talented person.
Yu Yin misses me in Bayue, but as is the custom in Yuyao, all the young boys will study until they are twenty, and then learn to trade. Therefore, for all the humble industries, the "Xingli" and "Gangjian" are all thoroughly familiar. If I occasionally ask about a thing, I will enumerate the name of the person, official title, year number, and place. It is not a little wrong. Rich in knowledge, he is really a two-legged scholar6, but he is not helpful in the liberal arts examination, and he is no different from the illiterate person.
Some people say: "If you believe this, then you don't have to remember the names of ancient people." Yu said: "No. The names are not related to literature and science, so it's okay not to remember them, such as Ba Yuan, Ba Kai, Chu, Jun , Gu, Ji 7 and the like. Those who have something to do with literature and science must remember, such as Si Yue, San Lao, Zang Gu, Mrs. Xu, etc. "
There was a monk in the past. Scholars stayed together and sailed at night. The scholars talked loudly, but the monks were frightened and fell asleep with their fists on their feet. The monk heard that there was a flaw in his words, so he said: "Excuse me, sir, is Tantai Mieming 8 one person or two people?" The scholar said: "It is two people." The monk said: "Yao and Shun are one person and two people?" "A person?" The scholar said, "Of course it's a person!" The monk smiled and said, "Let's wait for the young monk to stretch his legs."
The rest of the records are very superficial. Let us talk about it and remember it, but don't let the monks stretch their legs. Therefore, it was named "Night Sailing Ship".
Book written by Zhang Dai, the old man of Gujian Tao Temple.