Chapter 25 Unforgettable Kunming

In Kunming, no one can tell which flower spring begins. Listening to the weeping willows by the Yingying Bridge, it seems that they change their leaves every day, and they are always green with fresh light yellow.The change of seasons can only be felt from the color of the sky.The sky in early spring is as blue as glass, like a thin layer of eggshell, and the painter's palette cannot adjust that color.Clouds, like strands of silk, always hang on the corner of the sky. If you don't pay attention, you must mistakenly think that someone is hanging there. When the weather is good, look at the Jinma Mountain and Biji Mountain in the distance. The mountains also carry the charm of water, misty and erratic, cloudy and dreamy.Two or three rumbles, as if coming from the water, fading away the boundless memory.

In January 1938, after Lin Huiyin and Liang Sicheng came to Kunming, they lived in the former mayor's house on Cuihu Xunlu Street.Next to them are Zhang Moruo and his wife.Not far from the door is Ruandi. When walking, cross Tingying Bridge and you will see Haixin Pavilion. Have a couple of drinks." People who flee from refugees don't have this kind of leisure.Due to the recurrence of spondylosis, Liang Sicheng had back muscle spasms, and it was difficult to stand up even though he wore the iron vest that never left his body.When the attack was severe, he was in so much pain that he could not sleep day and night. The doctor diagnosed that it was caused by suppurative tonsils, so he removed the tonsils, but it caused periodontitis, and all the teeth in his mouth were pulled out, so he could only lie on a bed. Cot.The doctor asked him to find something simple to do to distract him from the poisoning caused by overdose of painkillers, so he found an old sweater to unravel.After a while, when he was able to get out of bed and walk around, Lin Huiyin picked him up and went for a walk by the green lake.Sometimes, they also invited Zhang Xiruo and his wife to take a walk by the lake.

Soon, Yang Zhensheng, Shen Congwen, and Xiao Qian also came to Kunming together.They lived in Beimen Street not far from Lin Huiyin and Liang Sicheng, Cai E's former residence in Yunnan when he launched the anti-Yuan war.This is a very ordinary small house, with the words "Made in the second year of Xuantong" written on the mottled tiles, and there are two large eucalyptus trees in the yard.After a while, Shen Congwen's wife, Zhang Zhaohe, brought two children, and also detoured Hong Kong, and came to Kunming via Hanoi, Vietnam; Yang Zhensheng's daughter and son also came here, forming a temporary big family, plus Jin Yuelin and the cat he raised. Beautiful, majestic big cock.

After Zhu Ziqing and a group of friends arrived in Kunming, their residence was not too far away, and they had more opportunities to meet each other, and soon the bustle of the small cultural circle in Peiping resumed.However, the place where they met was more at Lin Huiyin's house, and they went to Lin Huiyin's house for afternoon tea every few days.Let's talk about literature and the war situation together.When tired of talking, everyone went to the North Gate Bookstore opened by Li Gongpu, or went to the stalls at the foot of the old city wall on Shuncheng Street to taste local snacks.

At that time, Lin Heng, Lin Huiyin's third younger brother, was also at the Kunming Aviation School, and he often brought a group of classmates to play at home.Uncle is here, it is the festival of two children.Uncle made airplane models for them and brought whistles made of yellow bullet casings.What they liked most was their uncle telling battle stories.Xiao Qian came, and he was more fascinated than the children. Those stories were not made up in Lin Heng's stomach. The hero of the hero story.Xiao Qian was deeply moved.At this time, Lin Huiyin encouraged him to write these stories.Soon, Xiao Qian wrote the article "The Death of Liu Cuigang", which had a lot of repercussions in the literary world at that time.

These days are recorded in several poems written by Lin Huiyin at that time.Most of Lin Huiyin's works during this period were chronicle.For example, "To the North Gate Street Garden": Don't say you are lonely; the big tree arches, Flowers are blooming, a garden will last forever Asleep; no sound of footsteps. Your treetops are surrounded by birds, every morning the sky is cloudy, Kiss your forehead, every night you leave a conversation, It is the best sunset in Xishan. The garden that is always asleep is always stepped into its dreams by a group of literary friends.There is a stone table and three or five stone benches in the garden. After visiting the Beimen Bookstore, they bought some melon seeds and plums and went to this quiet place to chat and continue the topic just now.From here you can see the most beautiful sunset in Xishan.And her "Tea Shop":

This is a three-dimensional composition, Draw many faces here In the tea shop at the foot of Shuncheng There was a faint commotion. various poses, life Characterized by different aspects: The teahouse is full of people, laughing, Frowning, some smoking dry tobacco, old, kindly face, young, quick eyes, I need time for the teacup Stop, stop disturbing your mood! A whole bunch of hard work every day, Only at this moment can I earn back a small amount of peace, There is still a long way to go home at night, During the day, who has time to look at cloud shadows? not all for real thirst

Four windows open, drinking tea, It is fatigue that raises its knees, Gossiping with your neighbors with bare arms. Also to put down the shoulder pole Gasping for fate, leaning against the wall, Live by this bowl of tea every night Humorous assessment of life's short and long... This is a three-dimensional composition Coloring beside the little life, The tea shop under the shady pumpkin shed, Another lively day passed. That tea shop, the memory given to Lin Huiyin will always be warm and fresh. For a dime, you can buy a bowl of fragrant rice noodles.The host is a Yao woman who is always very warm to the guests from Peiping, and the rice noodles they eat are often the best.Sometimes, they are served with a plate of stir-fried eel shreds, or a plate of fresh snails.You can also eat "love tofu fruit" here, which is actually a small flavor of fried rice tofu. When lovers come to buy this small food, the owner of the tea shop will put more chili powder. It is said that the hotter the relationship between the two deeper.Therefore, they always encourage Shen Congwen and Zhang Zhaohe, Xiao Qian and "Little Leaves" to eat "love tofu fruit".Zhang Zhaohe and "Little Leaf" couldn't bear the hotness like fire, swallowed a mouthful, and tears came out.Everyone booed together: "Eat it all, if you don't eat it all, you won't have deep feelings!"

The neighbor of Lin Huiyin's family is Daddy Zhang, a white iron worker from Sichuan. He is over 60 years old, with a deeply hunchback. He likes to drink strong corn wine, and his face is always red.Lin Huiyin often took her baby and younger brother to Daddy Zhang's small building facing the street to see his handicrafts. A piece of white iron board was cut and tapped in his hands, and a beautiful small kettle came out after three or two strokes.In Lin Huiyin's poem "Small Building", she wrote down what she suffered at that time: Daddy Zhang’s low building facing the street,

Half hidden, half upright, standing in the street, tiles cover it, the window opens a crack, The setting sun dyes it red like writing down an ancient dream. Some grass grows on the low eaves, and small melons grow, The gravel road is in front of the building, no one is planting flowers, It is the companionship of old jars, earthen jars, big and small; Grime lists many interesting messes. But Daddy Zhang passed by, it would be better not to chant it; Big Daddy himself (getting old) doesn't believe in antiquity. On crutches, he often goes to the next door to buy wine, I would rather cross the bridge and the earth embankment to see Xinliu!

In July, Xiao Qian received a telegram from Hu Lin from Hong Kong. The "Ta Kung Pao", which was suspended last year, is now preparing to resume publication in Hong Kong. It plans to issue a reissue issue on the first anniversary of "8.13". Xiao Qian please hurry up Go to Hong Kong and resume your old career. Xiao Qian, who was in high spirits, ran to Lin Huiyin's house with "Little Ye" after receiving the telegram. Lin Huiyin and Liang Sicheng were also very happy, and said many words of encouragement to comfort "Little Ye". A few days before his departure, Xiao Qian went around bidding farewell to friends and asking for drafts.Before he left, he went to work in a hurry.Lin Huiyin admired Xiao Qian's enthusiasm very much. After Xiao Qian left, Lin Huiyin often wrote letters to encourage and support his work. Not long after Lin Huiyin and Liang Sicheng arrived in Kunming, Mo Zongjiang, Chen Mingda, and Liu Zhiping also came one after another. In Beiping, the Academy of Architecture had the idea of ​​conducting a national survey of ancient buildings. Now that several key members of the Academy of Architecture have arrived in Kunming, Liang Sicheng and Lin Huiyin planned to organize everyone to resume the work of the Academy of Architecture, and to study the ancient buildings in the Jiangnan area. Building inspections.In order to raise funds, Liang Sicheng once wrote a letter to Zhou Yichun of the China-U.S. Geng Fund Foundation, asking if he could get a subsidy.Zhou Yichun replied that as long as there are Liang Sicheng and Liu Dunzhen, the foundation will recognize the architectural society and continue to provide subsidies.It happened that Liu Dunzhen wrote a letter from his hometown in Xinning, Hunan, wishing to come to Kunming.In this way, the Southwest Team of the Construction Society was formed. At the beginning of 1939, the clear sky of Spring City was no longer peaceful. The Japanese planes kept coming to harass them. When the air raid siren sounded, everyone went out to take shelter with their families.Friends from the Kunming cultural circle and colleagues from the Architecture Society moved to the countryside one after another.Shen Congwen's family went to Long Street in Chenggong County.Lin Huiyin and Liang Sicheng's family moved with the Construction Society to Maidi Village in the suburban Longquan Town. The office of the society is located in an old nunnery in Maidi Village. The drawing table and the Bodhisattvas are in the same hall, and only a curtain is made of linen.Lin Huiyin's family lived in a hut with a semi-earth floor next to the main hall. The room was so damp that it could soak in water, so they had to sprinkle some lime on the ground.Other members of the society and their dependents also live in this nunnery. In the autumn of this year, Liang Sicheng's illness was basically recovered after treatment and Lin Huiyin's careful care. He and Liu Dunzhen took Mo Zongjiang and Chen Mingda to start a half-year tour of 36 counties in Yunnan, Sichuan, Shaanxi, and Xikang. Inspection of ancient buildings.Lin Huiyin was responsible for staying behind and sorting out the materials. In the spring of 1940, Lin Huiyin and Liang Sicheng designed and built three houses and one kitchen in Longquan Town.This hut is located on the edge of the open depression at the edge of the village, backed by a high embankment, and a row of straight pine trees grows on it. When the south wind blows, the wild flowers emit a fresh fragrance, and the short-term calm seems to return to the village. to past lives. Lao Jin added a side room at the end of their house, which was regarded as his living room. He went to Lian University to teach every morning and came back to live in the evening. It was a lot of hard work.A group of friends including Qian Duansheng also built a house here, and everyone is proud of this "joy of housewarming", because every piece of wood, every nail, and every brick is soaked in their hard work and sweat.At this time, the joy of the cultural salon in the Beizong Buhu period was reunited here. Lin Huiyin and Liang Sicheng spent all their savings in building these three houses, and the family's economic capacity has reached the point of exhaustion.At this time, Fei Zhengqing and his wife sent a check for Lin Huiyin's medical treatment, and they paid off the debt owed by Jianfang. Lin Huiyin cleaned the courtyard, cooked and washed clothes after getting up every day. During this quiet and noisy day, not only did she not get a good rest, but she was busier than before. Dali in March is the season of wings. The Butterfly Spring in the arms of Cangshan Mountain and Erhai Lake is the annual butterfly fair, as if all the butterflies in the world are gathered here.There are clouds with wings in the air, and flowers and trees of butterflies on the ground. Colorful butterflies are chasing and dancing on the lake and among the flowers. The sky and the ground are filled with the rhythm of wings and colors. Lin Huiyin took her baby and younger brother to travel through the world of flying wings. The children were dazed and dazed. March 15th is the traditional March Festival of the Bai people.This is the busiest time in Dali. Merchants from 13 provinces gather here, tourists are like weaving, and a ten-mile-long shed is set up along the street. Wei ham, Dengchuan breast fan, Pingbian batik, Achang "husa knife" and so on. March is a festival of love.Beautiful young men and women of the Bai nationality gather at the Butterfly Spring.The girls mostly wear white tops, red waistcoats, black velvet collar jackets, and blue or white wide trousers.The young men are mostly in white clothes and white trousers, with a black waistcoat on top. When the moon rises, Butterfly Spring becomes a world of songs, an ocean of songs.Lin Huiyin was fascinated by the beautiful counterpart folk songs and Bai nationality tunes.Both the girl and the boy improvised the songs, full of wisdom and affection.The antiphonal song between the most beautiful girl and the most handsome boy beside the Butterfly Building naturally attracted many young men and women: Girl elder brother, thinking of you seems to be thinking of Yue. The man said Helayao, right Hela. Girl, I'll tell you the truth, Hanging you is like a moon hanging on a star. Male sister, hanging on to you is like hanging on a needle. Girl, if you don't say it, I know. Man, listen to my brother tell you, Thinking of you is like thread through a needle. The woman said Helayao, right Hela. Boys and sisters, the intersection should be like long flowing water. Female oh ho ho, it's all right, oh ho ho. Man, listen to my brother tell you, The long stream of water keeps rooting. My little brother, Intersecting is like a thousand-year-old pine tree in the mountain green. The man called ho ho, and brother said the same thing. Girl, I'll tell you the truth, It's not like the weeping willows by the river are green for a while. The singing sang all night, and Lin Huiyin memorized a full book. The folk customs of the Southwest molded Lin Huiyin's artistic emotion.She became very interested in everything here. She not only inspected the local folk houses and drew many drawings, but also had a deep love for ethnic crafts. In Maidi Village, there is an earthen kiln for firing pottery, which can make exquisite pottery pots. Lin Huiyin was eager to take a look. The local villagers told her that the kiln firing technology was passed on from male to female, and women entered the workshop. It is regarded as an unlucky thing.Lin Huiyin spent a lot of money and finally got through the door.As soon as he entered the workshop, Lin Huiyin saw that the master who made the billet was an old man. He put a ball of cooked and tough clay on the turntable, and the wheel turned. Exquisite shape.Lin Huiyin blurted out: "It's so beautiful, this is what I want!" The old master squinted his eyes, did not lift his head, and had no expression on his face.Another beautiful look appeared.Lin Huiyin waited anxiously, but the master still refused to stop, as if all his attention was focused on those thick-knuckle hands. The master finally stopped.He looked up and smiled at Lin Huiyin, and took his work off the turntable. It was a beautiful flower pot. Lin Huiyin felt that she had witnessed the whole process of a clay soul being molded, and that soul woke up in a pair of hands, and thus obtained bones and flesh and blood. This is the simplicity and authenticity of art.