preamble I remember that it was four years ago. In February of Shiwei, my wife and children and I were caught in the fire line of Zhabei, Shanghai. We saw the Chinese disappear because of fleeing or dying.Later, with the help of a few friends, I was able to enter the peaceful British Concession. Although the streets were full of refugees, the residents lived in peace.It is only four or five miles away from Zhabei, it is such a different world, how could we think of Harbin. When this manuscript arrived on my desk, it was already the spring of this year. I returned to Zhabei early, and the surroundings were bustling again, but I saw Harbin five years ago, and even earlier.Of course, this is just a sketch, and the narrative and scene description are better than the description of the characters. However, the northern people's tenacity to life and struggle to death have often penetrated the back of the page; Much brighter and fresher.Even if the mind is sound, even those who deeply hate literature and art and utilitarianism, if it seems that he is very unfortunate, he will inevitably get nothing.

I heard that the Literary Society was willing to print for her, and the manuscript was submitted to the Book and Newspaper Inspection Committee of the Central Propaganda Department. After half a year, it was not allowed.People often become wise after the fact, and in retrospect, this is just a matter of course; I am afraid that they have indeed deviated from the way of "educating politics" when it comes to being strong in life and struggling to die.In May of this year, just because of the article "Talking about the Emperor", this arrogant committee suddenly disappeared, which is a great practical lesson of "leading by example".

The slave society wanted to publish this book with a few pennies earned through sweat and blood, but half a year after our boss "led by example", he asked me to write a few prefaces.However, in the past few days, rumors have sprung up again, that the bustling residents of Zhabei are fleeing again, there is an endless stream of luggage carts and people on the road, and outsiders in yellow and white are smiling and admiring the grand occasion of this state of modesty .Newspapers from newspaper offices that think they live in a safe zone call these escapees "philistines" or "fools."But I thought they might be smart, at least, they had already learned through experience that Huanghuang's bureaucratic articles are not credible.They also have some memory.

Now it is the night of November 14, 1935. I finished reading it under the lamp, and the surrounding is as quiet as death. The usual conversations of neighbors have disappeared, and the sound of food hawking has also disappeared, but Occasionally there are a few barks from afar.Come to think of it, this was not the case in the Anglo-French Concession, nor was it in Harbin; the residents there and I had different moods and lived in different worlds.However, my heart is now like water in an ancient well, without any microwaves, and I wrote the above words numbly.Such is the heart of a slave!But what if it still disturbs the reader's mind?Well, we are by no means slaves.

But instead of listening to my complaints that I am still sitting in peace, it is better to quickly read the following, she will give you the strength to be strong and struggle.