Autumn Night
It was raining outside the window, the sky was as black as a plate of ink, the wind blew in through the cracks in the window, and the lamp on the desk flickered like eyes. It flashed brightly and darkly a few times. I just turned to the last page of "Weeds." I raised my head and seemed to see Mr. standing in front of me.
Still short in stature, wearing a black robe, thick eyebrows, thick upper lip mustache, deep eyes and a kind smile, holding a cigarette between two fingers of his right hand. He took a deep drag on his cigarette and blew smoke into the air.
He walked around the room, sat down on the chair, smoked, read, talked, bent over his desk to write, lay down on his wicker lounge chair to rest, and suddenly he A hearty laugh...
It's all so natural and approachable. And there seems to be something special about Mr. in every movement. You can recognize him instantly.
No matter the sky outside the window is dark, as long as he raises his eyes, the whole room will light up immediately. His eyes seem to see through your heart, and it is impossible for you to lie in front of him. No matter it's raining heavily in the yard, as soon as he opens his mouth, you feel that every word he says enters your heart clearly. He never teaches others, he encourages you, comforts you, slowly opens your eyes, holds your hand and walks forward slowly, and if there is a stumbling block, he will kick it away for you.
He hasn't changed at all. He is still so quiet, so sincere, so enthusiastic, so kind. He sat on the chair, and heat seemed to emanate from him. I feel like the room is getting warmer and warmer.
The wind is shaking the windows, the rain is pouring, and the lights in the house are dim. But there was a blinding light coming from where Mr. was sitting. I looked there without blinking. Through the black robe I saw a burning red heart. The husband's heart kept burning and turned into a bright red, transparent and radiant thing. I looked at this heart, and the blood all over my body burned. I felt that I needed to dissipate the heat from my body. I felt a desire to devote myself. This isn't the first time. In the past, when I was close to him or when I read his works, I came into contact with this burning heart. I often had such a feeling. In fact, it was not just me, but many young people at that time were warmed and inspired by this heart. , find courage and be inspired.
He stood up and walked to the window, his glowing heart still burning in his chest, following him to the window. I remembered that this heart has been burning for many years and has been showing people the way. Wherever he goes, his heart shines and generates heat. I know how many young people came to him for help with trauma, and he carefully healed their wounds, allowing them to regain their energy and courage and continue towards a bright future.
"Don't leave us!" I heard this request again. This is the voice of many people, especially the voice of many young people. I heard a resounding answer: "I will never leave you!" This is the voice I have heard for many years. I saw him in front of the window, waving his hand out the window, as if he was uttering this sentence that he had said many times to someone.
The rain stopped and the wind disappeared. I don't know when the sky showed a little bit of gray. The night is very quiet. You can even hear the sound of his heart burning with "definitely peeling off". He slowly pressed one hand on his chest, and I felt his body seemed to be shaking slightly. I heard him say excitedly and emotionally: "Forget me, mind your own life. But I will never forget you." .
“Is there anything else I can’t do for you?
“Did I ever have any worries for you?
“Did I ever retreat in the face of truth? Bow down in the face of violence?
“Didn’t I dare to speak, dare to do, dare to curse, dare to hate, dare to love in pursuit of the truth?
“Didn’t the ‘future light’ I predicted have already appeared to you? In front of my eyes?
“Then you still have to remember: for the sake of truth, dare to love, dare to hate, dare to speak, dare to do, and dare to pursue!
“Continue to move forward bravely towards a greater light. !"
His voice broke through the silent night. It was as if the whole space was in commotion. Responding voices came from all directions. The voices gradually condensed together, becoming thicker and thicker, as if they had become one. A big solid thing. Fire came from nowhere, and it burned brighter and brighter, so that the whole room and the whole night were lit up, just like in the daytime. >The piece continued to burn, burning smaller and smaller, and finally became a piece like a human heart. It burned higher and higher, gradually rising into the sky and hanging in the sky, like a rising red sun.
I looked at Mr. Lu Xun's figure in front of the window again, and I didn't know when it had disappeared.
I quickly ran to the window and saw that it was hanging there like the first day. What was in the sky was Mr.'s burning heart. At first glance, I only saw a heart. But when I raised my head and looked carefully, wasn't Mr.'s kind face right there? He was smiling so happily! I had never seen it before. A smile that expresses sincerity and joy!
I smiled, and I also smiled with sincerity and joy.
I know that Mr. Lu Xun is not dead and will never die!
I returned to my desk and closed "Weeds". I was surprised to find that a transparent red heart was also burning on the book. ...
It turns out that I had a dream about an autumn night while leaning over Mr.’s spread copy of “Weeds.”
There is also the sound of rain outside the window, the sound of autumn night raindrops on banana leaves, and the sound of raindrops on the stone steps in front of the eaves.
But in Mr.’s book, I did see his glowing and burning heart.
?September 1956
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