Chapter 12 flowering wish

The Fragrant Hills of Apricot Blossom Clouds. The pink-white water is flowing day by day. This water overflows all the spaces, without embankment or limit.Meng Chun's apricot blossoms proclaim the rule of this season with such enthusiasm. This is actually a restless color, it will make people think more of the turmoil in the deepest part of life, it can not give people a real satisfaction, along the ever-rising ladder, in the boundless all-encompassing depth In, to approach the serious and the sublime.As a fragile red, it has a rising factor in the will of the body and spirit. Green, at this moment, appears serene and peaceful. It is submerged in the fragile and turbulent thin red, resting as if resting on some pure color. This is a kind of self-satisfied tranquility. Infused with joy, pathos and passionate appeal, it asks for nothing.

Lin Huiyin stepped on the stone path and slowly climbed up the stairs, and the rain of flowers fell all over her body. In order to recover from illness, she lived in the "Shuangqing Villa" on the half slope of Xiangshan Mountain. It is elegant and quiet, with pavilions reflecting clear springs and bamboo shadows supporting the sparse. It was called "Dream Spring" in Jin Dynasty, and "Shuangqing" was inscribed in Qianlong. It got its name from the villa built here.Lin Huiyin will spend a long flowering season here. After the baby was full moon, they returned to Shenyang, and East University had already started school.This is the third semester that the couple has worked here.She encouraged Liang Sicheng to start from this semester to complete the "History of Chinese Architecture", which has been planned for a long time. Up to now, the only history of Chinese architecture is written by Japanese, and the illustrations in it are Japanese soldiers standing in China with sabers. In front of the ancient building, Lin Huiyin was very angry when he saw it.With heavy teaching work and child care, she fell ill after less than a year.Until the autumn of 1930, Xu Zhimo went to Shenyang to see her, but she was still lying on the bed.Xu Zhimo saw that Shenyang's medical conditions were too poor and the weather was not suitable, so he persuaded her to return to Beiping for treatment for a period of time.Lin Huiyin and Liang Sicheng followed his advice and returned to Peiping.In order to take care of her condition, Xu Zhimo lived in her home for a while.

At that time, Xu Zhimo and Fang Lingru, Fang Weide, and Chen Mengjia, who were teaching and studying at Nanjing Central University, planned to establish a poetry magazine. This publication was originally a column of the supplement of "Morning News" that Xu Zhimo presided over.After returning to Shanghai from Peiping, Xu Zhimo immediately sent a letter to Lin Huiyin and others to solicit manuscripts, and started preparations for "Poetry Magazine" with Chen Mengjia.In the winter of this year, an advertisement for "Poetry Magazine" was published on the second issue of the three volumes of "New Moon", announcing the purpose of "Poetry Magazine": old friends and new friends who are interested in poetry will gather again to enliven poetry atmosphere of the world.

At the end of 1930, Xu Zhimo was invited by Hu Shi to teach at Peking University.Before the Lunar Calendar, I returned to the south for the Spring Festival.When at home, Xu Zhimo accidentally received a photo from Lin Huiyin from Beiping. In the photo, she was still on the sick bed, with a poem written on the back.On the third day of the lunar calendar, Xu Zhimo returned to Peiping.He thought that Lin Huiyin and Liang Sicheng had returned to Shenyang, and went to Liang's house with the mood of giving it a try. The couple were still at home. "What's the matter?" He asked Liang Sicheng.

"Huiyin is ill." Liang Sicheng sighed. "A few days ago, she accompanied someone to Xiehe Hospital to see a doctor. A familiar doctor saw her and took her in for an X-ray examination. He found that she was tuberculosis. At present, she can only stop all work and go to the mountains to recuperate. " Perhaps because of illness, Lin Huiyin's temper also changed.She always reprimanded Liang Sicheng without thinking, which made Liang Sicheng at a loss.Xu Zhimo was also very sad, but he didn't know how to comfort them, so he could only pick up the child and tease him. Bingbing was more than one year old, and she looked cuter, with eyes like Lin Huiyin, but a face like Liang Sicheng.

When sending Xu Zhimo out, Liang Sicheng said: "She is going to Xiangshan to recuperate, and she is reluctant to bear the child, and I can't accompany her up the mountain. Should I stay at home in Peiping, or go to Shenyang for class?" Seeing their messy appearance now, Xu Zhimo felt uncomfortable.He wanted to share some of their worries, but there was nothing he could do but keep silent. Before going to Xiangshan to recover from his illness, Lin Hui wrote three love poems for the "Poetry Magazine" just founded by Xu Zhimo: "That Night", "Who Loves This Constant Change", and "Still".These poems were published in the second issue of "Poetry Magazine" in April 1931 under the pen name of Chichai.Huiyin was very happy after receiving the publication, as if her illness had improved a lot.

After Huiyin and her mother went up to the mountain, the Fragrant Hills in spring aroused her enthusiasm for poetry. She forgot the doctor's prohibition and wrote poems infatuatedly.Every poem she writes is closely related to nature and life.Lin Huiyin's poems are, as always, influenced by British aesthetic poets, especially in his early poems.As she wrote in "Laughter": It was her eyes, her lips that laughed, And the round vortex around the lips. Gorgeous as dewdrops, blossoming smile Hide in the flash of white teeth. That's the laugh—the laugh of God, the smile of beauty:

The reflection of the water, the light song of the wind. Laughing at her sleepy curls, Scattered next to her ears. Soft as the shadow of a flower, tickle sweet into your heart. That's laughter—the laughter of poetry, the laughter of painting: The traces of the clouds, the soft waves of the waves. This poem is enough to represent the artistic style of Lin Huiyin's early works. The "remains of the cloud, the soft waves of the waves" who smiled gently are the dimples that appear from the eyes and lips. And the exposed jade teeth, the concrete image among the flashes, depicts an extremely brilliant and sweet smile--the smile of poetry and the smile of painting are so sweet, itchingly rushes into the heart of people, experience and express It is so nuanced and unique, with sincere feelings and subtle feelings, depicting tangible images.The upper and lower sections are very symmetrical, the language is exquisite and clear, and the lines of poetry reveal the fragrance of beauty.There are many poems on Xiangshan Mountain, but they especially need the poet's unique insight, such as her "I Heard Music in the Late Night":

It must be your finger again, flicking, In this deep night, dense sorrow; I couldn't help but blushed on my cheeks, listen The vividness of Xianzi in the middle of the night. A voice that passes through my heart, so bleak, I understand, but how can I respond? Life has long defined her pattern, too weak It is people's beautiful imagination. Unless there is such a day in the dream, you and me, Let's pull the string of hope together. This music is a kind of inspiration, but also a kind of remembrance. It is soft and delicate and contains enthusiasm and sincerity. This is a poetic feeling from the depths of the soul.In the construction of artistic images, this poem also embodies the beauty of rhythm and architecture. The subtle bouncing of the image is like the softest note in the fugue. Curly; in terms of sentence structure, two long and one short three-paragraphs, with moderate cadence, like a corridor, back and forth, with winding paths leading to secluded places, forming a deep artistic conception, and exaggerating the kind of sadness and sadness. Meaning; in terms of rhythm, it is smooth but not monotonous, harmonious and natural.

On May 15, Xu Zhimo took Zhang Xinhai and Zhang Moruo to Xiangshan to visit Lin Huiyin. Seeing them, Lin Huiyin was as happy as a child. After raising them for two months, Lin Huiyin's spirit improved a lot, and her face became rosy.Lin Huiyin said: "Do you think I have gained weight? I have gained three pounds in the past two months." Zhang Xinhai's wife, Han Xiangmei, said: "Looking at your face exposed to the sun, you look like an Indian beauty." Everyone laughed. After having tea, they went on a mountain tour together. From "Shuangqing Villa" to Banshan Pavilion, from Xishan Qingxue to Hongji Temple, talking and laughing along the way, before realizing it was almost noon, they went to Hongji Temple to eat vegetarian food.Zhang Xinhai became interested in a big rock next to the temple, and said to Xu Zhimo, "Zhimo, do you think this magic chicken stone is a rooster or a hen?"

Lin Huiyin said with a smile: "Of course it is a hen. You can see that there is a stone hole under its tail. People say it is a magic chicken. It lays 5 eggs every day. The villagers call it laying eggs!" Zhang Xiruo insisted that it was a rooster: "Look at its high neck and its comb, it doesn't look like a hen!" Zhang Xinhai said: "Can't a hen raise her head higher? She should be proud after laying eggs. Look at my Xiangmei, she is getting more and more proud every day after giving birth!" "Stop talking nonsense," Han Xiangmei said, "Let Huiyin read her poems." Lin Huiyin said: "I haven't been this happy for a long time. I was alone on the mountain, and I was really bored to death. I wrote a lot of poems, but it's hard to show them to you. Let me read my "A Peach Blossom" to you." peach blossom, The bright red of that tree, As Chun said: Bloomingly dewy and charming, is some exquisite words, petals of light, some more breath softly with a smile, Intentionally or unintentionally, A lively look. Look,-- That trembling in the breeze, She stayed again, faintly, On the thin lips of March, glance, Glimpse at the traces of amorousness! After Huiyin finished reading the poem, everyone praised him. Han Xiangmei said: "It's really great, it seems that we came too late and didn't see that peach tree." Zhang Xiruo said: "After three days of farewell, you should look at it with admiration. Miss Lin has become a great poet! I have also read the group of poems you wrote in "Poetry Magazine", and they are full of flavor!" Lin Huiyin said: "The senior has won the award. It was not Zhimo who urged the manuscript, but forced it out. It is very jerky." Zhimo said: "Huiyin's poems are full of beautiful lines, and they are written by skillful hands. They are the harmony between nature and the soul, and they can always make people read the flavor of life. This "A Peach Blossom" is similar to the previous memory of the green skirt. Compassion for the fragrant grass everywhere is the same state." On this day, they chatted with Huiyin until late. During this period, Lin Huiyin also wrote: "Passionate", "Lotus Lantern", "Wishing", "Midnight Bell", "A Summer Night in the Mountains" and other poems.It should be said that this is the year she wrote the most poems.These poems express her love for life and life, with delicate feelings and ingenious ideas. With unique imagination, she creates a poetic world of inner emotions and thoughts, with the beauty of music, painting and architecture.From this blooming season, she embarked on a long journey of poetry creation. In addition, she also created the short story "Embarrassment", which is her first novel about family life. On June 12, Xu Zhimo, Luo Longji, Ling Shuhua, and Shen Congwen went to Xiangshan again to visit Lin Huiyin. Lin Huiyin's condition worsened again. She had just had a fever for 10 days, and she looked tired. Fearing that she would be lonely, Lin Huiyin's mother also brought the baby to the mountain.Everyone felt very heavy when they saw Huiyin. This time Zhimo went up the mountain, and specially brought Huiyin the works of British aestheticist writers Wilde, Te and others and the newly published third issue of "Poetry Magazine". In this issue, his new work "Go You" was published. Zhimo once said in a letter that this poem was written for her.The poem overflows with his emotion and love for her: You go, I go too, we part here; Which road do you take, you can go with confidence, Look at the street lamps that go all the way to the sky, All you have to do is follow the bright straight line! You go first, I stand here watching you, Take your steps lightly, don't stir up the dust, I want to recognize your distant figure, Until the distance makes it difficult for me to recognize you, Or I'll call your name, keep reminding you that i'm here In order to dissolve the desolation of deserted streets and late nights, Watching you go home... no i claim You need not worry about me; take the high road, I go into this alley, look at that tree, High to the sky, I went there and turned, Beyond is a wild mess: There are deep pools, there are shallow depressions, half-lit with still water, Like tears in the night glow; There are stones, and weeds that bark shins and ankles, Stumble in anticipation of passers-by! But you don't have to worry, I have plenty of guts, The perilous journey cannot chill me. When you are far away, I will stride forward, This wilderness is full of the freshness of the night dew; No need to worry about the dark clouds, but the wind must move, In the sea of ​​clouds, there is a stream of mercury surging in the stars; What's more, forever shines in my heart; There is the pearl that never sleeps, I love you! When going down the mountain, Xu Zhimo didn't say anything, but just kissed the baby lightly. Huiyin sent them to the bend of a mountain, Xu Zhimo turned his head, Huiyin was still standing there. The apricot trees all over the mountain have produced numerous green fruits. That is a flowering wish.