Chapter 6 one day

Shen Congwen Sometimes I often feel that in my conduct, there are many areas where I am too undeveloped.Whenever a festive season or one's own birthday is approaching, it is always like a child encountering the New Year. He can't help but have a lot of expectations. When the day comes, he let it pass without meaning. All chasing love, regret.This time I waited for the Mid-Autumn Festival for a long time, and finally I was waiting on the mountain.I plan to use shaguo grapes instead of grain this day.I was going to take three bottles of beer to the Banshan Pavilion, pour the beer down my stomach, and then throw the bottles of beer against the stone wall, so as to startle the grasshoppers who were chanting happily by the pavilion.These things, when the time comes, I am not happy to do them again.I'm going to cry for a while at the uninhabited Senyuhu, I'm going to buy some gifts to give to that poor country woman with six rooms, although I still remember her pitiful appearance, and I have nowhere to vent my sorrow and depression However, I just buried my head in my two palms under the dim yellow light, and spent the first half of the night.Hearing the flutes and drums playing in another courtyard, the loud sounds came over the wall, followed by applause and laughter, and I was fascinated by the past, remembering some people who were related to the Mid-Autumn Festival in the past, and felt that they were all just one person who was useful at that time. It's just a dream that's hard to follow once it's over!On this night four years ago, on the Hongjiang boat, the child who put his head into a 30-pound watermelon to make a joke turned into a sad and haggard man with white hair?If the past was a dream, then even if someone was buried in Houtupo's tomb, it is not the lively and bold Aunt Yi who was buried there. ... The Mid-Autumn Festival is over, and my second Double Tenth Festival is here again.

I heard from everyone that this year the city of Beijing is really peaceful.The lights in front of the government office are not only much more lively than last year's neglected front of the Presidential Palace, but no matter which celebrations were held in previous years, they cannot be more lavish than this one.It is said that this year is not poorer than before, and there are many international accounts to be resolved by the ruling government. It is natural to find a lot of surplus in the accounts.On the street, for the businessmen who have come to celebrate so many times, there is no need to hang up flags and light up the messengers of the Labor Police Department!And this can also be said to be a good opportunity for some silk shops, foreign goods stores, and grain stores to make money, who would easily let it go?In addition to the red and green lights in each shop, the gas lamp in front of the door is always increased from one to two or three.For smaller shops, there must be a sum of money under the daily account expenses: "Pay chatterbox rent of one yuan and two cents to celebrate the Double Tenth Festival." Friends, tonight must also be a little light on the anniversary of the revolution.The lords and ladies who usually make you grovel and beg to be ignored will be much more generous because of the festival, and they will throw the copper on the ground before the third beg for mercy. ...

If I can go into the city, stroll along the side of the road where I am not afraid of the threat of cars, and when I finish walking the Xidan archway, I will take the tram to Dongdan, there are lights to see in both places.Under the bright lights, you can surely see many good-looking young women, colorful, going in and out of shops like Fengxiangyi in Daoxiang Village.Although the weather is already in late autumn, my feather gauze shirt flutters in the wind on the street, and I am not afraid of people laughing, but when the wind blows, I will not be very comfortable, and I may cough immediately. The nose is blocked, and the cold becomes hot.However, there was another reason why I didn't go to the city.If I go to the city, I have a very thoughtful plan first.I thought that in broad daylight, the solar energy would keep my shoulders and back warm. When walking in the sun, perhaps it would be more appropriate to wear a single shirt, because I would not sweat when it was hot, and it would be much easier to walk.At night, when the lights in the shop were shining, I would head towards crowded places, squeeze others with all my strength, and squeeze me with all their strength, and squeeze each other, which would generate a lot of heat and cold. Invasion, there is no need for fear.When Xidan and Dongdan were really crowded, I took the second-class tram to Qianmen and ran to the Dashilan area to sweat. Dashilan will never be crowded until late at night.

And among the second-class trams, it is a good place to avoid the cold.For example, after standing dead for half an hour at a steamed bun shop in Xidan, I had already suffered from a slight chill and shivered a few times, and as soon as I got on the tram, the chill would go away. If you say that you are nostalgic for the mountain, there is nothing to love on the mountain.Seeing everything on the mountain is like a master chef in a big kitchen, just boring.It's not that I don't have money, I have two dollars left in my purse.Even if I use the Maoye Bank ticket as the round-trip fare, I still have a one-yuan transportation ticket that is enough for my city expenses: take the tram, buy Bin Laixiang’s cocoa candy, eat spring abalone and shredded chicken noodles, and grab two or three piles of two. Stuff a pile of fresh groundnuts into your pockets, and slowly go to the road to peel them one by one, which is also possible.

It seems ridiculous to say!On the one hand, I feel that the lights in Beijing are really bright tonight, and there is a need to go to play, eat cocoa candies, eat abalone noodles, and peel peanuts, but on the other hand, the reason for not going is just laziness. "Okay, there's no need to go into the city, I'm just going to hang out here for a day." On the wall, there was a red light coming in from the small window above the door.The window facing the outside has turned gray and white.My first thought when I woke up, and since I didn't deny that this thought was boring, I put the thin quilt over my head again, and didn't get up until the assembly bell was struck outside.It was now eight o'clock.Even if I tried to force myself to sleep again, to dream in a vague and empty half-dream, it was impossible.

The sun has crept over my bed through the window.In that narrow band of light, I saw countless small dust particles that had light in themselves, and were very lively parading around. The little plasterer on the roof of the building, the wooden ladder that goes up and down every day, is still lonely on the wall not far from my window. It is basking in the sun, and its whole body is gray, which shows its maturity.Yesterday and the day before yesterday, the small black plasterer was always found on the corner of the roof. When I heard his sweet whistle, I saw him as soon as I looked up.Because the plaster was being extracted, it was impossible to go up and down all the time. When a small worker below finished mixing the plaster, he stood near the cornice, kicked one foot close to the side of the white iron water slide, and moved the other foot from time to time.The building is about three or four feet high from the ground. If you accidentally fall from the top to the ground, you will fall to the ground. Is it really a joke?

He can be calm and unhurried, as if nothing happened on the top, and he has enough time to use his mouth to whistle and hiss the counter-reel, which makes me admire him far more than the literati I respect.At this time, only the ladder was kept warm in the sun, but he was blowing a whistle and lowering it to the ground with a rope to pull the cement bag hanging on the rope hook! Probably he also took advantage of the National Day and got a day off to play elsewhere. At this time, the slaps in the venue rose and fell from time to time.And after the very solemn national anthem, there were many cheers.Maybe this small plasterer is watching other people's bustle by the window outside the venue!Maybe when I couldn't help it, I also caught other people's excitement and slapped me twice!If the friend cannot be found between the edge of the window, I think he must be in front of the kiln of the pottery factory.

Many times when I walked past the pottery factory after dinner, I saw him sitting astride a stone bed and grinding things, which were probably iron tools such as swinging knives.He was probably still an apprentice, so besides the general work, there was always some odd work to do at any time and anywhere.But this man can still find time to play the whistle at any time. Listening to his whistle, he knows that the work is tedious and tedious, and he can't give this friend much trouble. ...Happiness is with this person, so there is no need to ask him whether he is baring his teeth at the window of the venue and laughing, or he is still straddling the stone shelf to grind iron tools.At lunch today, Xiao Gong had a meal of white steamed buns as usual. Happy people will always be happier than usual!

This is the second time I have seen a lively event in the hospital. This time it is an open-air meeting, and the usual staff will hang a red paper flower on the left lapel, and under the paper flower, hang a small pin to write a note of duty on the red silk.Everyone wears long gowns and mandarin jackets, and their faces have spring colors. At first glance, they look like the bridesmaids who hold a wedding ceremony and marry a bride.There were quite a few men and women on the field, all neatly dressed.The women's body is particularly fragrant; the men's clothes are quite different from usual, but what everyone wants to see is dancing, running, throwing a ball, learning to circle, and so on.

I have never seen any big and lively sports games, such as the Far East Games, or the smaller ones like the North China Games. I don't know what kind of lively scenes it is, what kind of situation it is.But I think that this venue is probably not much different from those venues: let’s see which runner kicks faster, let’s compete to see who has the strength to throw the shot put farther away, and let’s see who can be as firm and neat as a machine, and be dominated by group gymnastics Come on, let's learn from cats and see who can dance better... During the competition, others slap each other's hands to increase the exhausted athlete's strength, and rewards will be given out later.

Slapping is indeed a kind of spiritual encouragement for performers. As long as they hear beep slapping, all performers will work harder for everyone.As for the clapping people, they can't help but show puppet-watching games or nervousness when they think it's funny, let alone have other meanings. My two palms seemed to touch each other hard for a while, but I just thought it was fun and funny.I saw six girls running in the 50-yard race. As soon as the shot was fired, the ducks turned their twelve little feet back and forth like ducks, and flowed towards the finish line.For their running, I think the word "flow" is the best way to describe it.They are like a pile of scattered tide heads, their fish-belly white tops flutter like waves, and the bottom is lined with dark blue.It's just a bunch of slow tides that don't come too hard, and there's no menacing momentum to be seen.Look, why not make people laugh?The six people lined up with the word "flow"!Although I, like everyone else, believe that this is not a god-sister who could have stepped forward but deliberately delayed her to wait for her, but I can be sure that the two fatter ones are rushing out of shame.You see, there are six people in total, two thin and fine, two neither fat nor thin, and two plump, all of different sizes. When they passed by the other side, they were fifty yards away. Once they all landed on the ground, it looked like they had stumbled over a rope, and they seemed to be on a splint. Isn't it funny to look at it? So I clapped my hands, and of course others did too.They took enough pictures and I was still doing it alone.It was so interesting.If no matter what kind of competition can be carried out at the same time, no one will feel the embarrassment of falling behind. It seems that the meaning of the word "competition" may not be as dangerous as most people call it. The second time I clapped my hands again, it was because a female athlete in the other group was unfortunately tired of her excess fat, and when she was eager to catch up with the god-sister in front, she fell to the ground and rolled.But she got up and patted the dust a little. The first five were almost at the finish line, but she still used the beautiful posture in gymnastics, with her arms bent, swinging back and forth under her side, her feet flipping evenly, all the time. go to the end.I admire her perseverance and her calm demeanor.In the desperate efforts of others, since she has fallen behind, it is very difficult not to leave the stage due to disappointment!As she continued, she could remember that the clothes were dirty and unsightly, and she remembered that the physical education teacher taught her the correct posture when running, so I clapped my hands again. ——If you want to fall in love honestly, you should find this kind of person as your partner.Those who can have this kind of unyielding determination to achieve their goals, and the ability to calmly move forward after others win, are really lovers who can live together! ... ——If she is my woman, if I have such a woman to improve my life for me and push me forward, why can't I make a career in this world?We stay with each other in poverty to kill this youth that is about to be destroyed.Each of us went to work hard and wiped our partner's tears with our hands. ... If we don't want to plunder food with others in the noisy world of these insects, we will flee together to the Miao Township where the bounty of the revolution and the constitution are beyond the reach, and be a village school teacher for a lifetime.Although I can't make you enjoy like that kind of blessed wife who hangs beads around her neck, but we have gained each other's heart, which is very comforting... Why do I still have these delusions?If I think about it this way, I will be in the public and feel sorry for myself.Seeing that this woman is only seventeen or eighteen years old, with a slightly plain and simple hair, it proves that she is a person with the fate of an orphan and a widow.The skin is strong and natural, and the face is a little red without rouge.This is an ordinary woman, there is nothing outstanding in appearance except honesty.Although her figure is not very lively and charming, she has a mature girly flavor, like the air in the field in the early morning of March, fresh and sweet.In terms of fate, she may also be a poor woman.However, if she never meets her again, she will always be able to find a husband of the same age who can support her in the future. Why would she want to fall in love with a poor, boring old man like me?It's not surprising that I starve to death, do I need to invite another woman to accompany me to starve? I dare not think about women anymore. Then a group of naive students in flesh-red coats circled around, which was another laughable thing.Everyone, look at those female gentlemen who are dressed up like brides, they are doing a lantern race with their skirts and temples trimmed, and they look like ducks are eating, and they even try to hide the lanterns from the wind. In the end, the champion is the elder What the teacher got, made a group of Xiaodong Xiaoxi in Meng Kindergarten become active. Everyone applauded vigorously.I didn't move my hands, and my face still had the lingering coldness of self-injury due to resentment just now. I only paid attention to the conversation in the other seat from the applause meant to celebrate "a hundred years of longevity" and "business prosperity". "... Oh! My lord has arrived in Changsha! Last year I saw that his old man was very healthy. He is over 80—is he over 80?" "Yes, he is eighty-two. May's birthday. TOEFL has been doing well recently. I heard that he always goes to the Bajiao Pavilion every day to have fun, and he can't do without wine: his temper is like this." "Then why don't you come here to celebrate the Jiuzhi Daqing for his old man?" "I think so next year, so it's pretty good, but..." This is a very polite "greeting" between the two Changsha girls, if they are very affectionate.I usually have a headache when I hear social talk, but now I am grateful for it for relaxing my feelings. "Today——" Hearing this familiar voice, I turned my head away, and a round smiling face appeared in front of my eyes.This is an acquaintance, an acquaintance who has eaten at the same table, but because I don't know how to ask people's surname Taifu, I still don't know how to call them.This person often calls me Mr. Shen, and sometimes cuts off the word Mr. and adds the word "Mister" to my surname.His smiling face, rather than showing me a special kindness to me, is more natural.When smiling, it cannot be pleasing or indiscriminate, so this face is still a good face in my opinion. "Your Excellency is ready to make another record." "Oh, the arbor was almost blown away, and the pillars fell down, but it didn't kill us all!" I deliberately pulled the words aside, and the fallacy made him sound like he had to laugh. He patted me lightly on the shoulder, as a symbol of victory, and in his smile, he blended a little contentment that he was smart and others were stupid, and he ran to another seat to find happiness. When my eyes rested on a guest who looked like a clown in a blue vest, my ears received many interesting conversations at the same time. The person sitting next to him said with certainty, "No matter how fast you run, you will never be able to escape from this world!" Echoing this, and proving that running is tasteless, there were as many as five or more people.They actually ask such a big and profound question about some children running around in circles, which is really the tone of a philosopher.This gentleman must have never thought that the end of life is death. If he can think that death is an inevitable fact, he will no longer eat rice and soup with delicious winter vegetables and pork slices every day. I have a strange temper. Whenever I go to any public and lively place, what I pay attention to is not what the public pays attention to, but only those spectators who others do not pay attention to.I like to watch other people's drama-style entertainment, and they argue so stubbornly that they fight and scold each other.These relieved my boredom and depression, and it was more effective than spending fifty cents to enter a movie theater.Seeing that others are coping with the environment, they put on a face and talk to opponents who have different opinions, and the opponent also pretends to pay attention, understanding, sympathy, intimacy, and enthusiasm... in order to achieve the purpose of deception.I think people who act in the theater of life are not only much more thorough than memorizing scripts on stage, they are also much more artistic! At this time, in the third seat, a middle-aged fat man in the guest seat said: "I make a lot of calls, but don't see the answer. I think the phone is broken? Then I heard your call from the cabinet later, so I realized that I came out early." .” "Yes, I have already left the house. I wanted to come early to watch the sports exhibition. Who knew that I ran into a classmate as soon as I went out. I realized that today the school has to sort out the homework for the exam. From ten to twelve Fortunately, it's over, and I'm going to hurry up—" Both words have a mixed tone from Changsha and Xiangtan.If it wasn't for Changsha Yali, she wouldn't be so kind.It is true that the manner of speaking can help people to get closer to each other. Everyone praised the students' ability to jump high with a penny. Two of them seemed to be very sure, saying that with such skills, it was more than enough to jump over the high wall of the courtyard gate; but the other two said that they were still far away, and the courtyard wall was at least three feet higher than the penny.Fortunately, everyone was not too serious, otherwise, they would have to call the students and ask him to hit a bamboo pole and try to dance in front of the courtyard gate. The two hosts and guests said that they could jump well, and the guest said that at the last East China Games, they saw no high jumpers like this. Judging from the style of the guest's words, although the exaggerated taste of Changsha people is conservative, it seems that this does not harm the friendship between the guest and the host.If these words are used to say to the physical education teacher, it may also make the voice of shouting passwords stronger. "Old Liu, Lao Liu, are you here?" someone asked from the back row. Fatty's surname is Liu.I smiled for a while when I saw it, pointed to the guest with my finger, and turned around to say where it is, isn't it?The so-called guest, when he heard the fat man was asked, he remembered to grab the hat off his head, and at the same time turned his head slightly, preparing to ask your surname Taifu during the introduction. The old bald hair is combed back, and when there is a breeze, the people sitting in my row of chairs can probably smell a little rose oil. In fact, it is a few countrymen who sell persimmons who are being favored today.They came earlier than us, carrying persimmons from Mentou Village to do business before eight o'clock.Those who packed persimmons in baskets sold more banana candies and the like than those who brought them in green cloth bags.Those who sell groundnuts are divided into dry and wet.At night, most of their goods turned into double copper coins and hid in the linen pockets around them. They hoped to meet in the courtyard a few times a year, and they seemed to be more sincere than ordinary spectators. .When the goods were sold out, he packed up his load and went back. When the sun set on the mountain, the afterimage of the sun's feet quickly climbed from Dacaoping to the top of the Reclining Buddha Temple, and some faint pink clouds had evaporated in the sky.When I followed the scattered team and squeezed through the gate, I saw a childish persimmon skin slippery on the ground, with a rotten face, holding the nurse's hand and squeezing in front of me.The peanut shells under my feet are soft even when I kick them. Made on October 10, 1925