Chapter 53 Huiyin's poems

In the living room of the Liang family, among many friends, Fei Weimei followed and explored Lin Huiyin with the eyes of a woman.She wondered where Huiyin's charm came from. There are many such women in life. When they were girls, they had all the good things in life: youthful beauty, passionate fantasies, selfless love, and elegant demeanor... But as they get married and have children, as the years go by, day after day In the wear and tear of daily necessities, their spiritual space and living space become increasingly narrow, gradually losing the luster and texture of life.Lin Huiyin was already a mother of two children at this time. With a weak and sick body, she managed the daily affairs of a large family. Take care of the relationship between many relatives of the two big families of Liang and Lin.However, no matter how hectic, Huiyin never let his mind indulge in it.She left her spiritual space to friends, poetry, architecture, music and painting.When her eyes are shining, it must be when she finds beauty or creates beauty in life, or when she wants to share her discovery and creation with her friends.This is her most moving time, whenever this time, her whole body will glow with a strange look, producing an indescribable charm.

When I go out to see an art exhibition, a painting will suddenly inspire her, remind her of music, architecture, and poetry creation, so countless wonderful ideas will rush out, and she will be unable to restrain herself. confide.Listening to music at home, a piece of music will make her hold her breath, think about it, and bring tears to her eyes.She said to Fei Weimei: "It was a piece of music that I was familiar with when I was a little girl on the boat crossing the Indian Ocean home --- it seemed that the moonlight, dance performances, tropical starry sky and sea breeze all poured into my heart again. At the bottom of my heart, and that small piece of so-called youth, like a brisk and short moment in a song, comes like a phantom, half sad, half glorious, but it just makes me feel at a loss." Also, when she expresses her heart in words When she is happy or sad, it is also her happiest time.She said to Fei Weimei: When I was doing those housework chores, I always felt very sad, because I neglected certain people in a certain place that I didn't know but were more meaningful and important to me.I was always rushing to get the job done so I could get back to 'talking' to someone else, and I often became impatient because the job at hand was endless or growing.This way I was always bad at housework because I was always absent-minded and cursed at the job at hand (although I could also have fun doing it and do it really well).On the other hand, if I'm actually writing or doing something like that and at the same time realize I'm neglecting my home, I don't feel guilty at all, I actually feel happier and wiser because I'm doing something more worthwhile. thing.The only time I get upset is when my kids seem sick or lose weight, waking up in the middle of the night wondering if I'm doing this right or wrong.

Lin Huiyin was famous for her poems at the beginning of her creation, and her handed down poems were mainly created in the 1930s.Lin Huiyin's poems were often seen in newspapers and periodicals such as "Poetry", "Beidou", "New Moon", "Xuewen", "Literary Monthly" that published new poems at that time.During Shen Congwen's editor-in-chief of "Ta Kung Pao Literature and Art Supplement", he often asked Lin Huiyin for manuscripts, so many of Lin Huiyin's works were published in "Ta Kung Pao Literature and Art Supplement".

Lin Huiyin's poems, verses and structures are exquisite and exquisite, and the subjective feeling is light and subtle.For example, in her "A Song of Peach Blossom", she wrote that the peach blossom in March is "like a sentence said by Chun", as if it was just to leave "a glimpse of sentimental traces" to the world, which is sentimental and beautiful.The whole poem puts the vivid imagination in the gentle imagery, like a drop of crystal dew, like a faint sigh, forming an ethereal artistic conception.This artistic conception has gone beyond the expression of a specific emotion, and has reached the state of expressing the soul alone.