Chapter 6 traces of wenzhou

traces of wenzhou 1. "The moon is hazy, the birds are hazy, and the begonia is red in the curtain"① ①The picture title is an old sentence. This is a small banner more than a foot wide, drawn by Ma Mengrongjun.In the upper left corner, a green curtain is slanted, sparse and long; the vertical part is one-third of the paper, and the horizontal part is two-thirds.In the center of the curtain is a yellow hook that looks like the spout of a teapot—is that the so-called soft gold hook? There are double tassels hanging from the "hook bend", stone blue in color; the silk strands are slightly chaotic, as if dragged in the breeze.On the right side of the paper is a full moon, with a pale blue light all over the paper; the moon is pure, soft and peaceful, like the face of a sleeping beauty.Stretching down obliquely to the right from the upper end of the curtain is an intertwined branch of crabapple flowers.The flowers and leaves are sparse, scattered up and down, and there are five clusters in total; scattered or dense, all are exquisite and exquisite.The leaves are tender green, as if water can be squeezed out; there is a slight difference in shade and shade under the moonlight.The flowers are in full bloom, and the red is about to flow; the yellow stamens are vivid and shiny.Set off among the green bushes, it feels particularly enchanting.The branches slant and move like an arm of a young girl.A pair of black starlings rested on the branches, facing the curtain with the moonlight on their backs.The one is perched higher, its eyes are half closed, as if it still lingers on something before falling asleep.The lower one turned its face away from this one, and fell asleep with its neck curled up.Under the curtain is empty, without any traces.

Just imagine that on the dim night of the full moon, the crabapple is so charming and beautiful; why do the good birds on the branches live in two and dream separately?In the stillness of the night, why does the starling squatting high up all the way with its eyelids open and refuses to fall asleep?What is he waiting for?Are you reluctant to part with the weak moon?Are you reluctant to part with the sparse curtains?No, you have to look under the curtain, you have to look inside the curtain-you should find the roller?His sentimental charm, it turns out to be like this!Is it only the moon that is hazy? Is it the only bird?However, so close to the world, teach me how to be patient?

I'm desperately calling; can you come out? The layout of this page is so economical, and the colors are so soft and lively, so it is wonderful enough to move people.Although it is a mere size, the thickness of the charm is more than enough for the muscles.I saw this painting.Qu Ran was shocked: I can't help myself in the bosom of nostalgia.Therefore, I will write down the impressions I feel in detail, to commemorate this karma.But I am a layman in Chinese and Western paintings, and what I say will inevitably be laughed by experts. ——That's up to him. Made in Wenzhou on February 1, 1924.

two green When I went to Xianyan for the second time, I was amazed at the greenness of Meiyu Lake. ①The name of the mountain, the famous site of Rui'an. Meiyu Lake is a waterfall pool.There are three waterfalls in Xianyan, and Meiyu Waterfall is the lowest.When I walked to the side of the mountain, I heard the sound of flowers changing; when I raised my head, a strip of white and shiny water appeared in front of my eyes, surrounded by two wet black borders.We first went to the Meiyu Pavilion.Meiyu Pavilion is facing the waterfall; sitting by the pavilion, you can see the whole of it without looking up.Deep under the pavilion is Meiyu Lake.This pavilion is perched on a protruding corner of the rock, and it is empty from top to bottom; it looks like a goshawk floating in the sky with its wings spread.There are mountains on three sides, surrounded by half a ring; people are like at the bottom of a well.This is a thin cloudy autumn weather.Slight clouds flowed over our top; the rock surface and the grass were slightly green from the wetness.And the waterfall seemed to be ringing extraordinarily.The waterfall rushed down from above, as if it had been torn into several strands; it was no longer a neat and smooth cloth.There are many edges and corners on the rock; when the waterfall passes by, it makes a sharp impact and splashes like flying flowers and broken jade.That splash of water.It is crystal clear and mans; from a distance, it looks like little white plum blossoms.It was falling like light rain.It is said that this is the reason why Meiyu Lake got its name.But I think it looks like Yang Hua, which is more accurate.When the breeze rises, the dots will be blown away by the wind, which is even more poplar. ——At this time, a few points were sent into our warm arms by chance, and we got into it quickly, and couldn't find it again.

The gleaming green of Meiyu Lake attracts us; we began to chase her divine light of separation and reunion.Grabbing grass, climbing rocks, carefully leaning down, and bowing through a stone arch gate, we arrived at the bank of the barren pool.The waterfall is between the sleeves; but there is no waterfall in my heart.My heart swayed with the green of the pond water.That intoxicating green!It seems to be covered with a huge lotus leaf, full of strange green.I want to open my arms and hug her; but what a delusion it is. ——Standing by the water, looking at that side, it feels a little far away!This flat, thick green is really lovely.She is loosely wrinkled, like a skirt dragged by a young woman; she fiddles lightly, like a beating heart of a virgin in first love; she is smooth and bright, as if coated with "bright oil", with eggs It is so soft and tender, making people think of the tenderest skin I have ever touched; she is not mixed with any dust, just like a piece of warm jasper, only clear and clear-but you can't see through her !I have seen green poplars on the ground in Shichahai, Beijing, which cannot get rid of the light yellow background, which seems too pale.I have also seen the tall and dense "green wall" near the Hupao Temple in Hangzhou, covered with endless green grass and green leaves, which seems too thick.For the rest, the waves of the West Lake are too bright, and the waves of the Qinhuai River are too dark.To what shall I compare you, dear?How can I compare it?Probably the pool is very deep, so it can contain such a strange green; it seems that the blue sky has melted into it, which is so fresh and moist. ——That intoxicating green!If I can cut you a belt, I will give it to the light dancer; she will be able to float in the wind.If I can pick you up for eyes, I will give it to the blind girl who is good at singing; she must have bright eyes and good eyes.I can't bear you; how can I bear you?I patted and stroked you with my hands, like a twelve or thirteen-year-old girl.I skim your entrance again and kiss her.I give you a name, I will call you "Daughter Green" from now on, okay?

When I went to Xianyan for the second time, I couldn't help being amazed at the greenness of Meiyu Lake. February 8, Wenzhou. Sanbai Shui Ji A few friends accompanied me to swim Baishui Ji. This, too, is a waterfall; but too thin, and too thin.Sometimes there are some white lights flashing; when you look closely, there is nothing—only a piece of flying smoke is left.In the past, there was a so-called "fogger", which is probably like this.The reason for this is that there is a sudden void in the middle of the rock; when the water reaches there, there is nothing to rely on, and when Ling Xu flies down, it is torn thin and thin.When that empty space is the most miraculous.The white light turns into flying smoke, which is already a shadow, but sometimes even the shadow is not seen.Sometimes when a breeze comes over, she holds the shadow with her slender hand, and it curls into a soft arc; but as soon as she loosens her hand, it immediately retracts like a rubber band.That's why I suspect that there may be another pair of unknowable skillful hands that want to weave these shadows into a phantom net. ——Breeze wanted to take it from her, how could she be willing?

Seduction may be woven in the web of phantom; my attachment is proof of the boss. On March 16, in Ningbo. The price of four lives - seventy cents Life should not have a price; but there is a price!Human traffickers, old bustards, and recently kidnapped bandits all mark their belongings at varying prices and sell them to others; I think there may be an open human market in the future!Among all kinds of "human goods", the highest price is naturally the tickets of the bandits, ranging from thousands to tens of thousands; it is probably the highest price of "human goods" in history.Secondly, all the prostitutes of the old bustards, from hundreds to thousands of yuan, are often heard.The cheapest ones are the goods of human traffickers!All they have are men, women and children, some "raw goods", so they can't afford to sell them.

Human traffickers are just "buyers", and they have to get it from "manufacturers", that is, families who sell children. The price of the "manufacturer" is really authentic! There was a record in "Green Light" that said that three yuan bought a girl; that was transferred, but the price was so low that it was shocking enough! The price of the "manufacturer" is even lower!Buying a child with 300 or 500 yuan is not difficult during a famine!But I have never seen it.The cheapest life I have seen with my own eyes was bought for seventy cents!This is a five-year-old girl.A five-year-old "girl" sells for seventy cents, which may not be considered the cheapest; but please take a closer look: put the freedom of one life and seven small silver dollars on each of the pans of the balance, and you will find that, just like nine A head of ox is the same as a piece of ox hair, and the weight difference between the two plates is too far!

I saw this girl at the landlord's house.At that time, I was eating with my children; my wife came and showed me a strange thing, a child bought for seventy cents!The child sat upright on the bench; his face was yellow and black, but still plump; his coat and hat were also neat and tidy.I took a few glances, and found no difference with our child; I saw no sign of her low life--a sign we so easily see when looking at cheap things.I went back to my dining table and looked at Ah Jiu and Ah Cai, and I still felt that they were no different from that girl!But, after all, I have discovered the truth!Our children are noble because we never betrayed them, and that girl is cheap because she was betrayed; that's why she's only worth seventy cents!Ah, wise truth!

My wife told me that the child had no parents, and that her elder brother and sister-in-law sold her to the guy in the silversmith's shop opened by the landlord's uncle, who was the one who took her to dinner.He doesn't seem to have a wife, he is very poor, and he likes to drink. He is a confused person!I think if the child's parents are still alive, or they are still reluctant to sell her, at least they will sell her a few years later; because she is a poor little lamb after all.In the hands of my elder brother and sister-in-law, the situation is different!The family is always not well-off, so it is obvious that there is an extra mouth to eat and more cloth to make clothes.In the future, when the National People's Congress is held, it will be embarrassing for my brother and sister-in-law to sell it; maybe I have to find some money before I can send it out.How unjust it is!Why don't you pay attention to anyone when you are young, just be a favor and give it away cleanly!Think about it, Wenzhou is not a very poor place, and there was no great famine, so why would you be willing to give your little girl to others after getting seven dimes?Said to wait for money?No one believes it!Seventy cents is so urgent!It's not that no one buys Wenzhou!Probably the buyer and the seller knew each other; the other side just wanted a naughty child, and the other side was happy to get rid of it, so they vaguely agreed on a deal.I guess the clerk fumbled in his pocket and took it out, and there was only seven hands!My brother didn't expect to use the money, so he accepted it generously.So the money and the goods were handed over, and the girl returned to the clerk to manage the business!

The future of this deal is naturally in the hands of fate; the daughter's surname is "Peng", so let her touch it!But it is known that fate will never favor her!The drama of the first act has been revealed to us!According to what my wife said, that man must not have such patience to raise her up!He will be like raising piglets. When they are quite fat, he will sell them to the butcher and let him slaughter them. During this time, he has made a profit, which is taken for granted!But who is the butcher?When she was sold as a girl, she was the master! The "merciful" master slaughters only her considerable labor, like raising a sheep and shearing it.When she reached a certain age, she was married.To be able to do this, although she was pressed into the girl's shell, she was considered lucky among misfortunes.But in the current world of money, there are very few people who are so generous; what we have seen, six out of ten are mean people!If she is sold to such people, they will squeeze her too much labor.When the supply exceeds the demand, there will be scolding and beatings!When she matures, she becomes better and sells to others as a concubine; usually, she is not enough, here is another one to make up for!The child's appearance is not good; it is obvious that he cannot win the favor of the husband at the beginning, and is easily abused by the old woman!Her whole life will be wasted in tears!There are also some masters who accept their maidservants as concubines; but the beauty and white hair only ruined her life in vain!Compared with the previous example, it is only fifty steps and one hundred steps. ——What's more dangerous, if she is sold in a brothel by that guy, the old bustard is really a horrifying butcher!We can think of how she forced her to learn to play and sing, how she drove her to do rough work!How to beat her with canes and prick her with needles!How to blame her for showing off her laughter!How does she eat leftovers!How can I stay awake and can't sleep!How did he finally have a malignant sore all over his body!Her appearance makes her only a low-class whore; her prostitution is for life!Her tragedy is also lifelong! --Ugh!Seventy cents actually bought your whole life—is your flesh and blood not worth seven small silver dollars!Life is so cheap!Life is so cheap! So when I think about the fate of my own children, I feel a little terrified!As long as the life market in the money world exists, it is the danger of our children!It's an insult to our children!You who have children, think about it, whose fault is this?Whose responsibility is this? April 9th, Ningbo Originally published in "Our July"