Chapter 16 a letter

a letter I have lived in Beijing for more than two years, and everything has passed as usual.As far as luck is concerned, this is also luck.Because it is commonplace, just as "rare" as "confused", especially in "this year".But for some reason, from time to time, I always think about the south where I have lived a volatile life for five or six years.It is true that life is not a good day to be erratic; but when it comes to the taste of life, it is easier to feel it deeply than usual.Now I see the same stark sky and gray ground all day long; big willows and tall locust trees are just big willows and tall locust trees.So he was numb, with nothing in mind; all he had was himself, his own home.Thinking of my insignificance, I trembled a little; happiness is not easy to enjoy after all.

Things seem to be different these days.Like a boat in the boundless sea, like a hunter in the endless forest.Walking and talking require a lot of effort; it is still not satisfactory.My heart is a mess, it can also be said to be a fire.It seemed to be struggling to understand something, but nothing seemed to be understood. "Where does a "Seventeen Histories" start?" It can be borrowed as a footnote for me recently.Yesterday someone suddenly mentioned the poem "My South".This is what I first arrived in Beijing two years ago, after drinking two cups of "Lotus White" in a village shop, I wrote it with a pen.Thinking of that scene now, it seems a little vague; as for what is said in the poem, it is even more distant, but the thing is such a coincidence: I had lunch today, and I accidentally picked up an old magazine for entertainment, but flipped through it. A letter to S three years ago.The letter said Taizhou, in Shanghai, Hangzhou, Taizhou in the south of Ningbo.This is truly "My South".I was suffering from not being able to think of one, but this showed me a way, although it was only "one" way.

I don't forget the landscape of Taizhou, the wisteria flowers in Taizhou, the spring in Taizhou, and I can't forget S either.He used to enjoy drinking and swearing; but he was a man of innocence.He's really nice to his friends. L went to Ningbo from Hunan to look for him. He was penniless; he drank with him for half a year before breaking up.He got married last year.He who has been worrying about getting married for several whole years, this is Ye Luo's return to his roots; but he is also like me, and he is almost on the line of "middle age".We met once after we got married, a quick one.I think, like everyone else, he is finally married after getting married.But I always just remember his drunken, very charming and cursing attitude;

This may have been regretted by him. The changes in the South this year are beyond human imagination.I knew his whereabouts at first; I don't know anything for the past six months.How on earth did he live this stormy life?What I meditate on is here.I have talked about the sea, and he is just a small wave on the sea; I have talked about the forest, and he is just a bird in the forest.Excuse me, excuse me, where can I find you? This letter was once printed on the "Green Silk" of Taizhou Normal School.I'm reprinting it here now; it's a good masturbation right before my eyes.

September 27 Diary Brother S: … I will never forget Taizhou!When I arrived at the Sixth Normal School on the first day, I took a sedan chair from Qutou.The sedan chairs are all taken by out-of-the-way roads; it makes me wonder why such a majestic prefecture is so calm!It was spring at that time, and because of the overcast weather and the quietness of the road, I felt as if I had entered the land of autumn.About to reach the Maichong Bridge, I saw the clear and green Beigu Mountain, dotted with a few simple foreign houses below, and my heart suddenly became bright, as if a slight wind was blowing my face.When I arrived at the school, I climbed the building and looked, and I saw white clouds covering the mountains in the distance.There was no sound or shadow on all sides; not a single bird in the sky.Only the pine wind of Su Su on the mountain behind is slightly audible.At that time, I really got rid of the smoke and fire in the world, and I was so ecstatic!Later, though, I found out that the building was really bad: the pillars were like chicken bones, and the floor was like chicken skin!But the generosity of nature made me forget the narrowness of that house.So I climbed to the top of Beigu Mountain several times to appreciate the high wind and see the low-grade, small, green fields.This is my happiest.

The letter talks about wisteria flowers, I really love that wisteria flower!In such a simple house—probably not so simple now—there are such majestic and prosperous wisteria flowers in the courtyard, which really surprised me!Her magnificence and prosperity cover up the simplicity, making people feel that simplicity is indispensable after comparison, making people imagine the "beautiful old days"!I also wandered under the flowers several times: At that time, all the students had gone to class, and I was the only one left.Warm sunny days, bright flowers and buzzing bees, brewing a garden full of spring.I am like floating in the boundless sea of ​​spring, I don't know what to do!That flower is really beautiful: the old and vigorous branches, such thick and thick branches, seem to move up; who knew her slender fingers would be so tender and gorgeous?The flowers are so beautiful: strands of hanging filaments hang them on the cracked arms, graceful in the wind, really like a laughing little girl, really like a young woman with makeup, like cheeks and arms, like The rouge is like pink... When they are in get out of class, I have looked at it from the top of the building several times: the beauty is even more seductive: Yun, Xia, fairy!After I left Taizhou, I have never seen such a beautiful wisteria flower. I really miss her, and I really envy you!

In addition, look at the pontoon bridge (now gone) from the Wangjiang Tower of Nanshan Hall, and watch the people walking on the long bridge; on the East Lake Water Pavilion, look at the willow color and water light on the Jiuzhe Bridge, and watch the fishing people; Looking at the fields and the sky along the road in Fuhou Mountain; looking at the pear blossoms outside the south gate——and then returning to Beigu Mountain, and seeing the snow on the mountain in front of the hospital in winter; I like them all.It’s ridiculous to say that I still remember a painting table in the house surnamed Yang in the old Cangtou where I used to live; I spent half a year of my life reading and talking to people in front of the window above me.Now I think it has been put aside and no one is using it?well!

The average person in Taizhou is as simple as nature; I only see three hooligans in Shanghai costumes in a year!Among the students, I quite remember it.Some time ago, Mr. P wrote to me. Although I didn't have time to reply, I am very grateful!Please take this opportunity to tell me something. I have written a lot; I don't know if these random words can be appended at the end of "Green Silk", so that it can meet my old friends? Brother Ziqing. September 27, 1927. (Originally published in the second issue of "Tsinghua Weekly Tsinghua Literature and Art Supplement" on October 14, 1927)