Chapter 11 Section 2 Qingdao

①Lao She did not write long works when he was teaching at Shandong University, but he gained a lot of short stories, essays, life creation memories, essays, etc., but his autobiographical writing was not as much as when he was in Jinan. I resigned from my teaching position at Qi University in July of 1934, and went to Shanghai in August.I'm not going shopping, but I want to see if I can stop teaching and write to earn a living.I have long wanted to stop teaching.After living in Shanghai for more than ten days, my heart felt cold even though the weather was so hot.Why do you feel cold?At that time, after the "128", the book industry was in a downturn, and there were few literary and artistic publications. My friends in Shanghai told me not to take risks.The bottom line is: You can't get a living just by writing.

The second move is easy to decide, and I have to teach.So I accepted the letter of appointment from Shandong University and came to Qingdao. Not long after arriving in Qingdao, my best friend Bai Dizhou died; I ran back to Peiping and wept. These two things—not being able to concentrate on writing, and the death of a good friend—deprived me of energy for a long time; what I wanted to do was not allowed to be done, and people who should live died instead.Yes, I know that to live a day is to have a day of romping and dancing, I work and write articles as usual, but there is something stuck in my heart, it is always there!Poorly written?Because my heart is blocked!I am a person who loves to laugh, I can't laugh!I have always written very fast, and although fast and good are not the same thing, it is a pleasure to write for a while after all; hmph, since last autumn, I have been unable to do so.I don't believe in the "exhausted talent" theory, and I don't believe that people who are nearly forty years old should be regarded as old people;However, the environment must allow me to write, so I can write and write well.It's not easy to be busy all day, to pick up a pen to write something during the break time, and to do well!I don't want to push out all the sins, I just say that I am smart.No, I never said I was smart; but the oppression outside really made me "less" smart.This must be said, and my own incompetence is at least half and half to blame for what makes me even less so.

A university or just like a person, his characteristics are always somewhat related to the place where it is located.Although Shanda University has not been established for many years, since it is located in Qingdao, it must have some Qingdao flavor.This is where people often misunderstand.Generally speaking, people probably think this way: Is it not appropriate for Shanda to be located in Qingdao?Dance halls, cafes, cinemas, bathhouses... Can you study with peace of mind in the colorful world?This kind of conjecture that is worried about love is exactly what we want to answer. ... Qingdao has summer, just as Qingdao has winter; but most people seem to only know its summer, not its winter, and most of the guesses come from this.To be honest, the spirit expressed by Shandong University is the winter of Qingdao.Yes, when Qingdao is busy, Shandong University is also busy, learning, visiting groups, seminars, and sometimes borrowing Shandong University as a venue or dormitory at the same time, it is very busy.But it's always summer, and we have vacations in summer too.When we were in class, from autumn to winter, and from winter to early summer, Qingdao was almost always silent.The wild flowers on the mountains in spring and the rosy clouds on the sea in autumn are ours, and the summer vacationers probably never even think about it.As for the loneliness and misery in the cold, windy and harsh months of winter, perhaps only the sound of our reading books and the laughter on the football field can resist; those who are a little bit greedy for excitement may not even be able to live for a week.I often say that those who can live in Qingdao for one winter are qualified to cultivate immortals.Our students live here for four winters!They won't all be immortals when they graduate—probably no one expects them to—but their demeanor has grown.A person who has never been to Shandong University may easily think that since Qingdao is a place full of foreign flavors, of course the students of Shandong University must also dress in foreign clothes, like the children of overseas Chinese.There is no such thing.The school building of Shanda University was a German barracks in the past. Although the courtyard was covered with short grass and roses were planted along the roadside after it was converted into a school, it still couldn't escape the serious atmosphere of the barracks.There are hills behind the school on the left side, and some green pines stand upright. Every morning when we look up, we can see the beauty of the rocks and pine forests, but it is not the soft and charming one.In school, if we dress up very beautifully, even if no one pays a second glance, we feel as if there is something wrong.The overall serious atmosphere does not allow us to be beautiful, and we still don't need to make up when we go outside the school.Between June and July, it is true that the place is full of purples and reds, and the ladies and gentlemen are like clouds, which is a modern scene.But after the summer vacation, there is not even a single person on the beach; we probably don't need to invite White Gull and Yuanfan to see it, right?Therefore, although Shanda University is in Qingdao, it has very little foreign flavor. Besides the uniform, the blue cloth shirt is the second uniform.Even in the busiest time of June and July, we are still like this, because simplicity has become the trend, and wearing blue cloth shirts has the spirit of "everyone is modern, but I am unique".

Also, no matter how Westernized Qingdao is, it is in Shandong after all. The word "Shandong" can be used as a symbol of simplicity, thrift and tranquility, so Shandong University—although not all students are from Shandong—is not only a northern university, but also the most "Shandong" spirit among northern universities.We often go to Laoshan to play, but our eyes are looking at Mount Tai, as if it is.This spirit keeps us simple, enables us to endure hardships, and keeps us silent.At best, we have a strong spirit; at worst, we are a bit rustic.However, even if we are really rustic, we will proudly say that we are here to correct the luxurious and vain modernity that has money and leisure to spend the summer here, because we are a group of "Shandong children"-although we are in Qingdao, and what is shown is the winter of Qingdao.

2. Habit ① -------- ① This article was published when Lao She resigned from his teaching position at Qilu University and went to Shanghai.This is Lao She's words to express his interest and disposition in the face of Western semi-colonial culture. No matter who you are, as far as I am concerned, thoughts are easier to change than habits.Every time I read a book, listen to an argument, or even watch a movie, it makes my brain spin.The way the brain turns is like a screw, although it turns, it also moves forward.Therefore, every turn, the thinking not only changes, but also improves somewhat.I remember when I was young, I wanted to be "Huang Tianba" for a while.Whenever there was no one around, he took out tiles or broken bricks, and turned his head and shouted softly: "Look at the darts!"One day, the vinegar bottle was thrown out in the same way, and I was almost beaten.This is the result of listening to "Five Women and Seven Virgins".Later, after reading the works of Tolstoy and others, even if I watched Yang Xiaolou's "Huang Tianba", I would not throw the vinegar bottle anymore.You see, it's not just that the thinking is always changing, but it's even higher by one or two points.

Habit can't be like this.Take smoking for example, whatever you read, watch, or listen to, you all smoke.Smoking is not allowed in the library, so just don't go there.The book told me that smoking is harmful, so I wanted to quit smoking, but when I finished thinking about it, I still ordered one.I saw the "smoke lungs" displayed in the hospital, and I was quite panicked. I am also a lung animal!I can't get rid of this hobby, even my lungs are sorry, how can I become a hero? !His thoughts were very lofty; even after eating, Gao Wei's thoughts went up to the sky with the blue smoke.Sometimes he is really resolute, he doesn't move some small white scrolls for a long time, and he calls himself a rational person-the opposite is a habitual person.Later, it was not so vigorous, and I smoked three cigarettes in a row, and I didn't suffer from co-authoring.The lungs may be much darker again, but the heart is still beating, and probably won't die for a while, which is very comforting.Everything.Ordinarily, a self-proclaimed "modern" person should often walk on the street with his wife.I thought so too, but I couldn't do it.When everyone saw it, I murmured, "Walk slowly, see you at home!" I left my wife behind, and I took a big step by myself.What about "pointed man" and "square man", don't care about it.Even so, I feel that it is a bit close, and I will never walk the street together again.

Knowing that movies are more civilized than Beijing opera, knowing that the gongs and drums of Beijing opera will provide headaches, but Garbo or the red-haired girl can't beat Yang Xiaolou.The gongs and drums make people feel headache and comfortable, as if they are.Similarly, ice cream, coffee, sea bathing in Qingdao, and American oranges all make me shake my head.Sour plum soup, fragrant tea, Yude pool, Feicheng peach, always have a kind of confidant.This has nothing to do with promoting domestic products, but a habit developed from childhood.Although I am not very old, my childhood has caught up with the barbaric era.At that time, even the emperor didn't take a car, so you can imagine how barbaric it was.

How civilized it is to dance, and I have no part in it.Indian youths and Japanese youths, when they see dancing in Paris or London, are so particular about it that they would swallow their saliva.Once, in Edinburgh, a dancing hall refused entry to Indian students, and several of them almost hanged themselves.There was another time when a dance party was held on a ship, a Japanese youth was so angry that he was crying because no one asked him to dance.Some people call this kind of excitement a monkey imitation, but I don't think so.In my head, I don't see it as a problem, jumping can't make India instantly independent.Nor can Japan be called to perish.If you don't dance, you won't be able to do anything.But I don't dance.It's okay to be alone when you're full, and it's even better to dance alone.Tell me to pull back and forth with a girl, no matter what I say, it's too late.It just doesn't look pleasing to the eye, needless to say I really went to dance.It's the same as eating ice cream, I don't have that appetite.As soon as the tongue is cold, I immediately think of diarrhea, but I know in my heart that there is no danger.

And eat western food.It's clean, has a certain amount of weight, and is easy to digest. I know all of these.However, after eating Western food, I always feel aggrieved if I have to add a bowl of wontons and two biscuits.After eating beef with blood and drinking cold water, I must have a stomachache.The role of imagination.There is no way around this, the imagination will really make the belly ring! As for my friends, I will always love to be rough.Long-haired poets, girls in dresses, men and women playing micro golf, scholars who slur their words, all of them have nothing to do with me.I can't understand it.The old man's speech and behavior are what we have been accustomed to since childhood.Whenever I see a long-haired poet, I always tell him to get his hair cut first; even though I admire his poetic talent very much, his long hair makes me panic.My brother always goes to the place where it is "convenient to shave and shave", and "shaves" it. It is bright and pleasing to the eye.Women also cut their hair. In theory, I agree very much, but it looks awkward.Ask me what kind of "hair" a woman should wear, and I can't answer it. I always think that women should wear their hair.Aren't my mother and my eldest sister the best women in the world?None of them cut their hair.

Difficult to do, easy to know, there are those who are like this. 3. Children ① -------- ① The eldest daughter, Shu Ji, was born in Jinan. Lao She once wrote a poem titled "Family Portrait": "Papa laughed and mother read books with the daughter, a family of three lived happily, Jinan's landscape was full of celebrities, cats in the basket, balls in the basin and fish in the basin." Shu Yi was born in Qingdao. If I am alone, the world will be peaceful if I have enough to eat. Whenever I am trapped in the disaster of oil, salt, sauce and vinegar, I feel the burden of the family.

Most of the family burden is caused by children.Not to mention the cost of upbringing, just being naughty and crying is enough to make people flustered.The little girl is three years old, and she will draw circles on my manuscript when I am not in the house, and call it "Xiaoji will write"!After all, she was right after all when she was so angry that she lost her pulse!Or else, I just thought of a good line, circling in my head, confident enough to put Shakespeare to shame, if it could be written.At that time, little Ji La pulled my elbow and said in a low voice: "Go to the park to see monkeys?" So I have not yet become Shakespeare.The child is just one year old, and he can't "write" yet, and he doesn't know how to see monkeys, but he is good at kissing, closing his eyes, and opening his mouth to show his four small teeth.If I'm fine, if I ask him to close his eyes and show his teeth, the little fat man will always point and interrupt.When I picked up the pen, he did all the tricks, not only kissed the face, closed the eyes, but also "instructed" me to perform these moves.what else can we do? ! That's not too bad.It will be difficult if Xiaoji doesn't sleep in the afternoon and doesn't sleep when pressed.Come around four o'clock, her drowsiness begins, and by five o'clock I am no longer human.Nothing is wrong, even the monkeys in the park have become stinky, and I should be responsible for the stinky monkeys.The little fat man also has this kind of drowsiness and does not sleep, probably most of them are at the same time as Xiao Ji.The two little drunks are looking for trouble together, even Zhuge Liang, I am afraid I will have to play empty tricks, there is nothing I can do!At this kind of time when you are waiting to be caught, there will be one or two express letters-reminders for the manuscript!I also had to lose my temper.After a while, the wife was also in a hurry, and all four members of the family became drunks, and the excitement was astonishing.Adults claim divorce, but children say no, they are confused in the divorce debate.It wasn't until after seven o'clock that the two little angels were so sleepy that the declaration of divorce was revoked invisible.That's not too bad.It's really good to meet a little fat man teething. Not only is it unreasonable during the day, but he has to work night shift at night.When he wakes up in a while, if he screams like being pricked by a needle, and his teeth are teething, no one needs to plan to sleep.His teeth came out sharply, and everyone became red-eyed tigers. When there are no children, a person's world is still before America is discovered.The child is Colomb, who takes people to the New World.This new continent is not far away, on familiar streets and at home.You see, the market prepared for me, when I had no children, seemed to be only barbershops, restaurants, bookstores, post offices, etc.I can't think of the point of a baby hospital, candy store, toy store, etc.Even the multitude of baby medicines and powders in the pharmacy, the advertisements for baby's own pills in the newspaper, and the little socks and shoes in the department store are obviously superfluous and useless.When the little angel flew down from the sky, my eyes seemed to be wearing a pair of magnifying glasses, and the market remained the same, but the things related to me had multiplied countless times!Not only is there a sign on the baby hospital, but there are also doctors inside.Not only is there a doctor, but he is still very proud, and he can't offend him at all.Take the amulet given by the doctor and go to the pharmacy. Those small bottles and jars are all useful.Not only do you have to buy white sauce and yellow noodles in bottles and various medicine cakes, but you also have to buy bottles and jars, bowls for milling powder, funnels for measuring milk, nipples, sanitary diapers, and so on!The small coats and hats and small furniture in the department store also have meaning; the things that were thought to be superfluous are now necessary; Look down on what they mean: Since it is a department store, how can it not prepare this thing? !Gradually, all the shops on the street, except gold shops and antique shops, had my footprints; even the pawn shop was strangely familiar.The people in the shop have gradually become familiar with each other, and they can even chat casually, centering on the children, and the conversation is quite interesting.Guys, shopkeepers, it turns out that they are not only doing business at the counter, but also have children at home!Some shops even dared to allow me to pay my bills, as if I had a better personality and could be trusted by others once I had a child.The three-section tents came very enthusiastically, which made me understand how to sweat during the holidays. The child enlarges the world, reveals what was hidden.No child can understand this.Looking at other people's children, they are fat, fat, and neat, and you always feel that children should be like this. They are born wearing a small cap and a small jacket, just like a chick is born wearing a yellow velvet.It was not until I had a child that I realized that things were not that simple.A little doll wearing all the industry and commerce in the world can provide, giving the whole family all the experience of laughing, laughing and complaining. The child is indeed a little living fairy! With the little living fairy, the family will be lively.On the windowsill, I always thought it was a place to place flowers.In summer, with the windows open, the wind gently blows the flowers and leaves, and the room smells of fragrance.In winter, the sun shines on the flowers, adding color and life to the whole house.Later, when I had a child, those flower pots disappeared mysteriously, and the windowsills were full of bottles and jars, and I couldn't count how many there were.Diapers sometimes end up on the desk, and feeding bottles are dumped on the bookshelf.Cleaning up is meaningful, yes, when the time comes, you have to tidy up quickly, otherwise things will be in danger of burying people.During the last cleaning, I found Dante's "Divine Comedy" under the bed.I don't know why this old guy is hiding and playing there! The number of people has also increased, and there are many problems.When there were no children, one servant was enough, but now at least two.In the past, servants "brought sugar" and could not use it for a while; if no one was cooking, they just went out to eat, and no one had to judge anyone else.With a child, this arrogance should be put away early.If no one washes diapers for three days, no one is allowed to enter the house.Milk and other items must be managed by someone. Only children know that hygiene is difficult, and milk bottles have to be scalded five or six times a day; it is impossible without servants!If you have servants, you have to make trouble, there is no way! Many things that cannot be solved must be solved immediately. Children will not wait for the "League of Nations" to slowly solve children's problems.This is a long experience.When I went to buy medicine in the middle of the night, there used to be a small opening on the door of the pharmacy, where I could pay for the medicine. I didn't know this trick earlier.The western pharmacy dared to ask the price, and before he could ask, I asked, "Or forty-five cents?" This "still" saved me five cents, and I became an expert.This is another trick.There is a workshop for looking for an old lady, and you can defer your income when the ticket expires, and I have also learned it.I don't have time to think about it, probably since having children, I have gained at least a lot more experience than a college degree can give me.College diplomas were pulled out of textbooks, and now I'm reading from a living book with no head. Even my own body is deformed now. Under the direction of the children, I have to pretend to be a horse and a cow, and I have to pretend to be decent.Not only pretending to be a cow like a cow, I also learned the patience of a cow. The little fat man thinks "walking" is interesting, so I have to walk endlessly; Just do it once, absolutely not.He changed his mind more, and I can "stand at attention" more.Here, I experienced the greatness of motherhood, and felt that those who beat their wives should go to jail. Before the Mid-Autumn Festival, an old man came, no rice, no money, just asked if there are children?Seeing the little fat man, the old man was very happy, and said that on the morning of the 14th day, he had to tie a red thread on the little fat man's left wrist.Prepare a bowl of clean water and burn three sticks of high incense, which will surely eliminate disasters and disasters.The old lady from the neighbor's house also came out to look. The old Taoist asked her if she had any children, and she shook her head sadly.On the fourteenth day, it was the old lady who reminded me that the little fat man had a red thread tied around his left wrist.The child conquered the old way and the old lady next door.Looking at the red line on the fat wrist, I felt more proud than writing a great work, so I went to the street and bought two Rabbit Kings. Four, Before writing, I always took teaching as my main job and writing as a side job. From "Lao Zhang's Philosophy" to "Biography of Niu Tianci", this has always been the case.That is to say, when the school is in session, I will concentrate on teaching, and I will not engage in writing until the school is on winter and summer vacation.I am not very satisfied with this solution.Because it prevents me from concentrating on writing, and I don't have a day off all year round, which is detrimental to my health.For the life of my family, I dare not arbitrarily lose my reliable monthly income, but I never forgot to taste the taste of a professional writer in my heart. Coincidentally, after two years of teaching at “Shandong University”, there was a disturbance in the school, and I resigned along with many colleagues.This time, I didn't want to go to Shanghai to see the direction of the wind, and I didn't discuss with anyone, so I decided to live in Qingdao and live only on the income from writing.This was the year before the "July 7th" Anti-Japanese War.It was my first shot as a professional writer.Once this shot is fired, I can continue to write boldly, and it is estimated that I can write two novels every year.Unfortunately, if this shot doesn't go too far, I'll have to go back to teaching, perhaps giving up writing altogether as a disappointment.So I said, this book has a very important relationship with my writing life. I remember it was in the spring of 1936. A friend of "Shandong University" chatted with me casually, and casually mentioned that he had used a coachman in Peking.The coachman bought the car himself and then sold it again, so he was still poor in the end.After hearing these simple narrations, I said at the time: "This is quite suitable for writing a novel." Immediately afterwards, my friend said: A coachman was captured by the army. When the army was moving, he secretly brought back three camels. What are the last names of the two coachmen?Where are they from?I never asked.I only remember the coachman and the camel.This is the core of the story of Camel Xiangzi. From spring to summer, I kept thinking about how to expand that simple story into a novel of more than 100,000 words.I collected materials like a fascination, and changed Xiangzi's life and appearance countless times—as the materials changed, the person also changed. Useful or not?I first asked Mr. Qi Tiehen about the living habits of camels.Mr. Qi grew up in the Western Mountains of Beiping, where there are many domestic camels.After getting his reply, I realized that I had to focus on the coachman, and the camels were just a foil, because if the focus was on camels, I’m afraid I would have to go “outside the mouth” to see the grasslands and camels.If the driver is the main one, I don't need to go outside the mouth, and I can observe anytime, anywhere.In this way, I combined the camel and Xiangzi together, and the camel was only responsible for leading Xiangzi. How to write Xiangzi?I first thought about how many kinds of coachman there are, so as to give him a definite status.Once his status is determined, I can describe the other various coachmen in a convenient way; with him as the main character and them as the guests, with both the central character and his social environment, he can come alive.In other words, my eyes never leave Xiangzi for a moment; writing about other people can just set him off. Outside the coachmen, I thought about which owner Xiangzi should rent and what kind of people he had pulled.In this way, I expanded his community of coachmen, and I was able to introduce people of higher status than him.However, these characters who are taller than him still exist in the story because of Xiangzi. I decided not to allow anyone to take away Xiangzi's leading role. With people, things are not difficult to think of.Since Xiangzi is the main person among people, the work is of course mainly about pulling carts.As long as I teach everyone to have sex with cars, I can tie Xiangzi like a lamb to a willow tree in a meadow. However, people and things, things and things, although the car is the connection, I still feel that it is not easy to write the whole life of the coachman.So, I thought about it again: how about the driver on a windy day?How about the driver on a rainy day?If I can write down these trivial experiences, my protagonist will surely become the most authentic person. Not only will he suffer from eating and drinking, but even a gust of wind and rain will torture his nerves mercilessly . From here, I also thought that a coachman should have the same problems as others, such as eating and drinking.He must also have wills, sexual desires, a family and children.How does he solve these problems?Can he solve it?Thinking about it this way, the simple stories I heard immediately became as big as a society.What I want to observe is not only those little things that appear on the clothes of the coachman, expressed in words and gestures, but to observe what hell looks like from the inner state of the coachman.Everything on the coachman's appearance must have a basis in life and life.I had to find this root before I could write about a laboring society. In the summer, I resigned from my teaching position at "Shandong University" and began to write Xiangzi on paper. In January 1937, "Xiangzi" began to appear in "Cosmos Wind" as a long serial.When I published the first paragraph, I hadn't finished writing everything, but the story and word count of the whole article were roughly on the right track, and there would be no big discrepancies.Without this certainty, I would not have dared to write and publish at the same time.As the summer just started, I finished writing it. There are 24 paragraphs in total, which is just in line with the requirement of "Cosmic Wind" to have two paragraphs per month, and it will be serialized for a year. -------- ①According to the investigation, "Cosmic Wind" was serialized from the twenty-fifth issue in September 1936 to the forty-eighth issue in September 1937. I told the editor of Cosmic Wind when I had just finished writing it; it was a work that most gratified myself.Later, when the booklet was published, the bookstore embedded this language in the advertisement.What satisfies me about it is: (1) The story has been brewing in my mind for a long time, and I have collected a lot of materials, so it is accurate when I write it down, without spreading or branching, and there is no perfunctory place. (2) I started to focus on writing as a career, and I kept thinking about writing all day long, so although I only put a thousand or two thousand words on the paper every day, when I put down the pen, I didn't think about it. Resting is still thinking; when thinking for a long time, blood and tears can drip from the tip of the pen. (3) At the very beginning of this story, I decided to put aside humor and write in a serious way.Normally, whenever I had an opportunity to be humorous, I would grab it and not let it go.Sometimes there is nothing ridiculous about things, and I have to use witty words to force it to have a little humor.This, at best, is enough to make the text lively and interesting; at worst, it is often annoying. "Xiangzi" does not have this problem.Even though it has not completely eliminated humor, its humor comes from the ridiculousness of the facts itself, rather than forced out of words.This decision made a slight change in my style of work, and taught me that as long as there are rich materials and something to say in my heart, I don't have to be applauded for lack of humor. (4) Since it was decided not to use humor, it was naturally decided that the writing should be extremely plain and clear like a lake without waves.Because of the requirement of simplicity, I have noticed how to be easy and not rigid.It just so happened that at this time, my good friend Mr. Gu Shijun provided me with many words and phrases in the spoken language of Peking.On weekdays, I always think that these words have sounds but no words, so I often give up because I can't write them.Now, with the help of Mr. Gu, my writing has become much richer, and I can calmly use my spoken language, adding a touch of kindness, freshness, appropriateness, and liveliness to the plain words. therefore. "Xiangzi" can be recited.Its words are alive. "Xiangzi" naturally has many shortcomings.What makes me most dissatisfied is that the ending was a little too rushed.Because of the serialization, I had to write twenty-four paragraphs neatly; in fact, I should write two or three more paragraphs before I could stop leisurely.This is irreparable, because I don't want to revise the published works. 5. The life of a professional writer After I resigned, I have been living in Qingdao, and I haven't moved at all.Qingdao is very quiet from autumn to spring, not as lively as people who only come in summer say. It is quiet, so it is suitable for writing, which is why I am reluctant to leave this place. Except on Sundays or when I was a little sick, I always wrote a little every day, sometimes as few as a few hundred words, sometimes more than 3,000 words; on average, I could get about 2,000 words a day.I can't hold back my writing. As time goes on, I will have my own achievements. However, judging from the published ones, it seems that I can't make up this number. That's because even if the long draft is finished, it cannot be published in one go. Can post a paragraph or two.It is also common to write and throw away, so there is damage. The place is quiet, and the personal life will be regular.I always get up at about seven o'clock every day, and after washing up, I go to the courtyard to fight boxing, from quarter to half o'clock, depending on whether I am happy or not.However, even if you are happy, you must play for a quarter of an hour, and ask for it to be uninterrupted.In case of rain or snow, practice small boxing in the house. This kind of exercise is not necessarily better than other kinds of exercise, and playing with knives and sticks is very suspicious of righteousness and punching the upper body.But its advantage is convenience: you don’t need to find a partner, you can move around anytime, anywhere; it can be long or short, soft or hard, from slow to fast, or from fast to slow, without discipline, but you can do whatever you want Exceeding the norm.After a few rounds of practice, you will be able to see a little sweat; the back will be slightly sweaty, and the face will be reddish, which is the most comfortable. After punching, I went to water the flowers. I like flowers but I don't know how to grow them. I just water every day, so as not to be guilty.Some flowers don't know what to do, and they will die if there is too much water; some flowers will reluctantly bloom a few small flowers when the time comes.Whatever they are, anyway, I did my duty.After dawdling for more than ten minutes, I went to have breakfast and read the newspaper.It was nearly nine o'clock. After breakfast, check to see if there is any letter that should be answered; if there is, write a letter first and let your mind wander; if not, try to write some articles.It is not easy to succeed in writing at this time, and my mind is always running around.Reluctantly write a little, most of them have to be thrown into the wastebasket.However, after such a commotion, although not many black words were written on the white paper, there is more or less a spectrum for what I have to write that day, and I can follow the pattern in the afternoon, so I don't need to pick up the pen to be dazed again.It can be said that the first half of the day's work is to throw one's own bricks in order to attract one's own jade. Around eleven o'clock, newspapers and letters from other places arrive, read the newspapers and letters; maybe a friend comes to talk for a while, and the whole morning passes without doing anything.When the weather is particularly sunny, it is unavoidable to take the children to the park to see monkeys, or to the beach to collect clam shells.Living in Qingdao, it is very convenient to see the sea: when the tide goes out, I take my daughter to the beach; there are clam shells and broken algae on the beach, so I pick them up and play with her.There are a lot of clam shells picked up.But rarely out of the ordinary.As for seaweed, it is even more inconvenient to take it home, and it is often picked up and sent to the water.We have to set off at nine o'clock and come back at twelve o'clock. We can take one mile as if it were ten miles; we can also study the boss for a long time when we see a particularly bright sand on the ground. Lunch at twelve o'clock.After the meal, I went to take a nap first to demonstrate to the children.When the children decided to follow my good example, and closed their eyes, I got up; I only needed a quarter of an hour or so of rest, without the great sleep.When the child is asleep, I can pick up the pen and write for a while with peace of mind.When they wake up, I cover the ink bottle and don't open it until eight o'clock at night.Roughly speaking, the main time for writing is from 2:00 p.m. to 3:30 p.m., and from 8:00 p.m. to 9:30 p.m.These two hours, I can not be bullied by children. Work must stop at half past nine.Ordinarily, the night in Qingdao is the most suitable for writing, because the place is so quiet that even the dog doesn't seem to bother to bark, but I dare not write more, because my body can't nail it; once I grit my teeth, I can't sleep well all night; If I go to bed early, I can sleep like a log. I don’t know if someone has moved me away. I don’t want to go to bed too early, because the last letter will be delivered after nine o’clock. I have to Wait; what's more, the flower cat will go out every night for activities, and will not come back until after nine o'clock, so I can lock the door after taking the cat in.Sometimes I lie down and can't fall asleep, so I read some books until I feel sleepy.Reading can cause tiredness, but writing can't; reading is to put other people's thoughts into one's own mind, while writing is to squeeze out one's own thoughts, the two are not the same thing, and writing is even more tiring. Saturday afternoon and all day Sunday, it's time for a buzz.Seeing friends, making dinner appointments, getting a haircut, and occasionally watching movies, all in these two days.As soon as Monday came, it became quiet again, and there was no sound, except for talking nonsense with the children, almost useless lips, teeth, tongue and throat.To be honest, Qingdao is indeed too quiet.However, as long as you get used to it after one or two months, you can't bear it anymore. Ordinarily, since I love quietness, wouldn't it be amazing to be able to write something in this extremely quiet place?Alas (have to sigh first)!It's all good, but I can't eat when I write articles! My body is not very strong, and writing more is not something that is good for me.However, I don't care, what does it matter if I live a few more years or live a few less years?I'm not afraid of death; it's far better to be dead if you can't die and eat half full every day.I love writing, but I have to go hungry, what should I do?Including royalties and manuscript fees, the total is less than half of the teaching income, and the standard of living in Qingdao is so high that it costs a penny to buy green onions, and at least a dime to take a car!How to survive? I often receive works from young friends, and teach me to read and correct them; if possible, introduce them to various magazines.Every time I receive a copy, I cry. I don’t have time to make detailed revisions, but I always take the time to read it, comment on what I can see, and send it back politely.There are better ones.Of course, I will find an equivalent publication and introduce it to me; whether I choose it or not, I don’t care, it’s up to my mind.This voluntary work is nothing; I want to cry, because these young people want to eat by pointing at the submissions! —There is no food here! 6. Marco Polo Bridge Incident At the beginning of the Marco Polo Bridge Incident, I was still in Qingdao, rushing to write two novels. ① -------- ①Two novels: one is "Sick Man", which was serialized in "Cosmic Wind"; the other is "Little People's Self-Report", which was written for Tianjin "Ark" and was also serialized. Both of these two things are scheduled to be published in mid-September, as a "long series", which will be used for one year.At the end of July, Pingjin was occupied. Two articles totaled 100,000 words, one article 30,000, and the other 70,000.再有十几万字，两篇就都完成了，我停了笔。一个刊物，随平津失陷而停刊，自然用不着供给稿子；另一个却还在上海继续刊行，而且还直催预定货件。可是，我不愿写下去。初一下笔的时候，还没有战争的影子，作品内容也就没往这方面想。及至战争已在眼前，心中的悲愤万难允许再编制“太平歌词”了。街巷中喊卖号外，自午及夜半，而所载电讯，仅三言两语，至为恼人！一闻呼唤，小儿女争来扯手：“爸！号外！”平均每日写两千字，每因买号外打断思路。至七月十五日，号外不可再见，往往步行七八里，遍索卖报童子而无所得；日侨尚在青，疑市府已禁号外，免生是非。日人报纸则号外频发，且于铺户外揭贴，加以朱圈；消息均不利于我方。我弱彼强，处处惭忍，有如是者！ 老母尚在北平，久无信示；内人又病，心绪极劣。时在青朋友纷纷送眷属至远方，每来辞行，必嘱早作离青之计；盖一旦有事，则敌舰定封锁海口，我方必拆毁胶济路，青岛成死地矣。家在故乡，已无可归，内人身重，又难行旅，乃力自镇定，以写作摈扰，文字之劣，在意料中。自十五至廿五，天热，消息沉闷，每深夜至友家听广播，全无收获。归来，海寂天空，但闻远处犬吠，辄不成寐。 廿六日又有号外，廊坊有战事，友朋来辞行者倍于前。写文过苦，乃强读杂书。廿八号外，收复廊坊与丰台，不敢深信，但当随众欢笑。廿九日消息恶转，号外又停。卅一日送内人入医院。在家看管儿女；客来数起，均谓大难将临。是日仍勉强写二千字给《民众日报》。 八月一日得小女，大小俱平安。久旱，饮水每断，忽得大雨，即以“雨”名女——原拟名“乱”，妻嫌过于现实。电平报告老人；复访友人，告以妻小无恙；夜间又写千字。次日，携儿女往视妈妈与小妹，路过旅行社，购车票者列阵，约数百人。四日，李友入京，良乡有战事；此地大风，海水激卷，马路成河。乘帆船逃难者，多沉溺。每午，待儿女睡去，即往医院探视；街上卖布小贩已绝，车马群趋码头与车站；偶遇迁逃友人，匆匆数语即别，至为难堪。九日，《民众日报》停刊，末一号仍载有我小文一篇。王剑三以七号携眷去沪，臧克家、杨枫、孟超诸友，亦均有南下之意。我无法走。十一日，妻出院，实之自沪来电，促南下。商之内人，她决定不动。以常识判断，青岛日人产业值数万万，必不敢立时暴动，我方军队虽少，破坏计划则早已筹妥。是家小尚可暂留，俟雨满月后再定去向，至于我自己，市中报纸既已停刊，我无用武之地，救亡工作复无详妥计划，亦无人参加，不如南下，或能有些用处。遂收拾书籍，藏于他处，即电亢德，准备南下。十二日，已去托友买船票，得亢德复电：“沪紧缓来”，南去之计既不能行，乃决去济南。前月已与齐大约定，秋初开学，任国文系课两门，故决先去，以便在校内找房，再接家小。别时，小女啼泣甚悲，妻亦落泪。十三早到济，沪战发。心极不安：沪战突然爆发，青岛或亦难免风波，家中无男人，若遭遇事变…… 果然，十四日敌陆战队上岸。急电至友，送眷来济。妻小以十五日晨来，车上至为拥挤。下车后，大雨；妻疲极，急送入医院。复冒雨送儿女至敬环处暂住。小儿频呼“回家”，甚惨。大雨连日，小女受凉亦病，送入小儿科。自此，每日赴医院分看妻女，而后到友宅看小儿，焦急万状。《病夫》已有七万字，无法续写，复以题旨距目前情形过远，即决放弃。 十日间，雨愈下愈大。行李未到，家具全无，日行泥水中，买置应用物品。自青来济者日多，友朋相见，只有惨笑。留济者找房甚难，迁逃者匆匆上路，忙乱中无一是处，真如恶梦。 廿八日，妻女出院，觅小房，暂成家。复电在青至友，托送器物。七月事变，济南居民迁走甚多，至此又渐热闹，物价亦涨。家小既团圆，我始得匀出工夫，看访故人；多数友人已将妻女送往乡间，家家有男无女，颇有谈笑，但欠自然。沪战激烈，我的稿费停止，搬家买物看病雇车等又费去三百元，遂决定不再迁动。深盼学校能开课，有些事作，免生闲愁，果能如此，还足以傲友辈也。 学校于九月十五日开课，学生到及半数。十六日大同失陷；十九日中秋节，街上生意不多，几不见提筐肩盒送礼者。《小实报》在济复刊，约写稿。平津流亡员生渐多来此，或办刊物，或筹救亡工作，我又忙起来。廿一日，敌机过市空，投一弹，伤数人，群感不安。此后时有警报。廿五六日，伤兵过济者极多，无衣无食无药物，省政府似不甚热心照料。到站慰劳与看护者均是学界中人。卅日，敌军入鲁境，学生有请假回家者。时中央派大员来指挥，军事应有好转，但本省军事长官嫌客军在鲁，设法避战，战事遂告失利。德州危，学校停课。师生相继迁逃，市民亦多东去，来自胶东者又复搬回，车上拥挤，全无秩序。我决不走。远行无力，近迁无益，不如死守济南，几每日有空袭警报，仍不断写作。笔为我唯一武器，不忍藏起。 入十月，我方不反攻，敌军不再进，至为沉闷。校内寂无人，猫狗被弃，群来啼饥。秋高气爽，树渐有红叶，正是读书时候，而校园中全无青年笑语声矣。每日小女助母折纱布揉棉球，备救护伤兵之用，小儿高呼到街上买木枪，好打飞机，我低首构思，全室有紧张之象。流亡者日增，时来贷金求衣，量力购助，不忍拒绝。写文之外，多读传记及小说，并录佳句于册。十四日，市保安队枪械被收缴，市面不安，但无暴动。青年学子，爱国心切，时约赴会讨论工作计划。但政府多虑，不准活动，相对悲叹。下半月，各线失利，而济市沉寂如常，虽仍未停写作，亦难自信果有何用处矣。 十一月中，敌南侵，我方退守黄河。友人力劝出走，以免白白牺牲，但： 一、车极难上，沿途且有轰炸之险。 二、儿女辈俱幼弱，天气复渐寒，遇险或受病，同是危难。 三、存款无多，仅足略购柴米，用之行旅，则成难民。版税稿费俱绝，找事非易，有出无入，何以支持？独逃可仅顾三餐，同来则无法尽避饥寒。 有此数因，故妻决留守，在济多友，亦愿为照料。不过，说着容易，实行则难，于心有所不忍，遂迟迟不敢行。