Chapter 2 rot

The night wind blows from XXX across Zhabei, Shanghai with a bit of residual heat, and the area around the Straw Beach, which has received the dirty water from the city's sewers, emits a stench familiar to the poor people nearby.During the day, this bad smell, as well as all the tones, often make well-dressed men and women unavoidably angry when they take the X bus and pass by the asphalt road in the Gebang Concession.These people all had to frown, cover their nostrils with soft white linen handkerchiefs, and at the same time, they and their companions casually criticized the Municipal Public Security Bureau for their incompetence, thinking that those who collect donations and taxes have not done what they should do, neither can Expelling the poor in this area will not improve the dirty place.On the one hand, I also resent that this kind of people don't talk about cleanliness and lose the face of the Chinese people.If there are two foreigners in the car at the same time, the situation in this area will make the Chinese people in the car feel even more angry and humiliated.Because the color of the rag, the strange smell similar to that of a dyeing workshop or a distillery, it seems that they are deliberately not as imagined by the upper class in China, and they are well preserved until the new day.Everything has gradually improved, and everything is completely different. The buildings in Shanghai, the goods in the city, and the people on the road have all changed into a new and pleasing appearance in a different climate. This is a unique place, which belongs to the city. The area under its jurisdiction is always so stinky and rotten, and it is extremely unseemly to maintain it.The weather is different from day to day, the temperature is higher, there is a shower, and the garbage pile is exposed to the sun after the rain, making a kind of evaporation that is most unsuitable for the nose.It's summer when people don't need tops.Everywhere on the dirty ground and under the eaves of the shabby houses, there are all sallow or oily ocher arms.In the teahouse-like hut, it was hot and full of naked people.The women wear red cloth trousers that make people see that they are not useful, with broad faces, yelling loudly, and sometimes bare-chested, showing drooping breasts, vigorously scrubbing the toilet by the beach, doing things almost discouraged, Also singing songs.Children with scabies all over their heads squatted naked in the garbage dumps to retrieve usable old cloth pieces and waste tin cans, and sometimes they would fight endlessly in the garbage dumps.

Somebody—always some old woman, with a hoarse voice, crying for a child or something, in a boat under the bridge that dung boats pass by, giving voice to passers-by, but that The invisible old woman can also imagine that the shrunken skin and dry tits are exposed in the air. There is also a pingba that has been rectified by others, a small place dug out of coal ash and garbage. It is always lively in the daytime. Dotted around this small pingba, some play gongs and drums, some play the piano and sing operas, and everyone occupies it. With a little status, use your own strengths to attract everyone who comes to this ping.Snake-players, tooth-pullers, fortune-tellers, rat-poison sellers, and other women in red trousers, looking for acquaintances in the middle of nowhere, chasing after what bills they owed at night, playing money everywhere. smiling.The whole body of the child is oiled, with thin arms and thin legs, appearing everywhere in the crowd, swift as a dog, and when he bumps into someone by accident, he will swear all kinds of wild words and curse others to comfort himself.How about the Municipal Public Security Bureau?This relatively spacious space is not occupied by garbage, and some people can find entertainment or life on it, thanks to the district chief!

It was already night at this time, and according to the rules, everyone should go to his place of residence.Those who have no food should find something to stuff their stomachs; those who have no shelter should also find a convenient place to lie down for the night.The scene in that scene was completely different from that in the daytime.When the electric lights on Duibang Road came on for the first time, someone placed a small lamp on the ground in the open space of the venue, and began his night life without disputes with others.Such a small lamp shines five feet below the ground, and the ground is covered with a piece of dirty cloth, with red and black letters written on it, and some crude paintings that lose their style.A middle-aged man with a gentle appearance stood beside the lamp, singing a kind of poem softly.The wind picked up, so I squatted down, and I could see Huang Jiang Jiang's face through the light.He stretched out his hand as if doing a trick, and picked up small stones around the cloth to suppress the signboard, so that the wind would not blow away the dirty cloth.After the work was done, no one came. The evening wind was a little stronger. Looking at the sky, it seemed that it was going to rain in the middle of the night. I was a little lonely. I stood up repeatedly, louder, and sang the song from "Liuzhuang Xiangfa". The formula is to sing the poems of Jiang Taigong who met King Wen at the age of eighty-two, and sing all the things he can sing. The tone is very dull and desolate.

After I arrived, I also felt that this day was sad, so I silently recalculated Jiang Shang's life and my horoscope, because this down-and-out person always believes that he has a lot of good luck waiting for him. Such people also appear in this ping during the day.No one knows where he came from, and no one wants to know where he came from.Seeing that turmeric face, together with the few sparse mouse whiskers left to keep a gentle face, the greasy little hat covering the top of the head, and the greasy green mandarin jacket on the body The worn-out long gown that doesn't fit makes people feel a little miserable.Because there were many people in broad daylight, this gentleman waved his hands with long nails, surrounded by a crowd of people, and read "Mai" and "Liu Zhuang" with a Waijiang accent. Bai Mo, and use that moving posture to explain the main points of all physiognomy.Or from the crowd, suddenly grab a pre-arranged child, look at the child back and forth, and determine the child's family size.The hired child stood beside him with his mouth open, nodded, promised a few words yes, and ran away, so the business came immediately.If the viewers find it boring (because most people know that children are hired with money), and they have no money to spend on this half-immortal with sharp eyes and iron mouth, see if there is no one else When someone came to ask about the relatives, everyone gradually dispersed.When there is no business, this gentleman would sit on a bench borrowed from a nearby house, silently recite stories about visits to sages on the Wei River, daydream a little, or take a copy of "Three Hundred Poems of Tang Dynasty" and read them gently. Read it slowly, indulge yourself in the poem, and wait for the sun to set in the west.Sometimes I saw those who competed to attract the crowd, selling beating, singing, and juggling. In another place, it was very lively with gongs and drums. In a trance, give birth to a little feeling.But if he counted the copper coins he got, from the number and the chirping sound, he could immediately feel a little comforted, and the long days passed like this.

At night, all the tricks of competing with the masses are over, and all special customers, such as chartered coachmen and cooks living in the concession, such as plasterers, Taoist priests, and aunts, all have the opportunity to come out to show their white faces, so this gentle The man became a little more optimistic, turned on the lamp, and in the empty lawn, he cleared out the scene again by himself. As usual, this light can attract some people to pass this place and look at it.Everyone has nothing to do, as usual, there are always some people who are willing to spend four or forty coins, to find out the direction of the Huahui, and to test their luck in the near future.Gossip during the day can turn into an extremely considerable income at night. This military adviser, this wise man who guides the lost, will also come to his spirit at that time.Because I am used to all words and understand that words should be categorized, a certain language should be a tonic for a certain person, and be distributed to those customers according to the amount, so the failure during the day will have a chance to recover at night.Around nine o'clock or ten o'clock, the genteel man always occupied a bunk in the dirty residence where boxers and snake players were accommodated, sitting on the head of the bed drinking hot tea freshly made by the host, or just leaning on the bed. Go to the bunk and burn opium to spend the middle of the night.He had a little bit of a coughing habit, because a fortune-teller always coughs to pass the time when he has nothing to say, so he got used to coughing even without tuberculosis.It was only natural that he should drink a pot of hot tea, or smoke some cigarettes to recover from the fatigue of the day.In the middle of the night, hearing stupid snores from all corners makes one feel like living in a pigsty. At this time, there is always some stupid people in a certain place, who shouted with their strength or loud throat during the day. Little money, playing luck on a kind of gambling, this sound disturbed him, if he still has some money left, and at the same time there are too many fat bugs on the straw mat, then even if he counts his luck is still there In the middle of the village, even if I have taken off my long jacket and folded it and put it next to my pillow, I still try to put my body under the lamp, and I will never go to bed peacefully until I lose all my money.

When it rains, things get worse.But when it rains, all kinds of people living on that empty flat have no choice but to stand in front of the eaves and watch the rain, worrying about the rain in the same sense.Gentlemen have an extra pastime, because they can read Chinese characters, so they can read Tang Dynasty poems about rain scenes.Moreover, the master sometimes writes letters, so he is needed to write them on behalf of the master, and the master also needs him to write symbols for the child's fever.Therefore, compared with other people's life, this person's life can still be said to be very rich and convenient.On the one hand, of course, it is also because it is summer, and summer is a day that brings convenience to all downcast people!

It hasn't rained yet, the sky is covered with clouds, people are lying on their backs and waving cattail fans under the eaves, children are sitting on the bridge railing, and the lights of the market in the distance are reflected in the sky. . Next to the bang, not far from the foreign concession, there is a place that people who cover their noses when they pass by the concession bus can’t imagine a place, a row of low and bad small houses, all of which accommodate these homeless people Friends of the returning rag class wish fish return to water, and all those who wander the world and are forgotten and ridiculed by all progress must return to this place to lodge.The outside of this place is neither beautiful, and the inside is dirty and smelly, but there are always many people who stay here.Such a complex variety makes people look at every face and have a question of "how can these people grow up".How long they can stay here, I seem to be completely uncertain.They are all so lacking in decency and manners at the same time, some are noisy and some are fighting all day long.Everyone does not have a complete dress or a pair of clean socks, and everyone always has a strange posture.Not everyone is strong and healthy, but almost everyone is very bad-tempered.That obscurity, that cunning, that lack of the virtues of human modesty, is really exasperating to mention.

At this time of year, this kind of residence has already accommodated many vagrants who wander around the rivers and lakes during the day. The person in charge of this lodging house is the fiercest among the many women wearing scarlet cotton trousers. She is nearly forty years old, and she still often makes troubles.This woman takes care of the meals of some boarders during the day, and on the other hand, she often finds opportunities to mess around with other things.The night is quiet, I think about everything, if I choose a man, and I am going to do something that needs a man to deal with in order to get peace, and if I don't do it properly, I will grab the child out of the dream and beat him for no reason. or take a long bamboo pole to order a certain boarding man to leave the house.The owner's child is nine years old, no one needs to ask who is the father of this little thing.The scabies on the head of a child is always extremely dirty all the year round, going outside all day to find people to fight, and go out all day to do some nasty things.During the day, he guards the side of the snake player, taking out the snake for fun when people are not paying attention, or goes behind the juggling shed to expose all the tricks.When arguing with others, in the wisdom beyond the age limit, he can find countless of the most inferior wild words to swear at people, and he often guards the opportunity, and does not forget to steal other people's things in convenience.

According to the rules, in this kind of lodging place, each person should pay eleven coppers per day to lie down on a broken mat. You can also spend ten coins to make tea from the teahouse and borrow the pot from the teahouse. Come and send it back the next day.Some residents, who have luggage, always seem to forget that the teapot is not their own, and put it in their luggage before leaving.The teapot was missing and hidden. The host knew it in his heart. He asked again and again, but it was still missing, so he readily reached into the small luggage to check out the teapot, and at the same time scolded some offensive words to drive the guest away.

In such a situation, the guests would only go out after swearing some kind of wild words in their mouths as usual. These people, or accidentally smashed the teapot, and everyone took advantage of this to make a big fuss. In the end, the people in the teahouse came to scold for a while, which was regarded as the price of avoiding compensation, and the quarrel ended. They also have food and drink in their residence, but only those who come here for the first time eat the food provided by the master, and other people do not eat the food from the master.As usual, these people have to fill their stomachs with something, so there is always no shortage of cheap food in the vicinity.Smelly, rough, and all the food that changes color every other day and night for the flies to teach, can be bought with money.Classy people eat cakes, and there is something here that is still called cakes.The upper classes eat meat, and there is meat here too.When the upper classes eat melons in summer, if they want to be happy, they will have some cigarettes and wine. Here is still a plate full of melons, countless cigarettes, and unlimited wine.All in all, all the food, drink and mouth-watering things in the concession are not unavailable in this area because they are cheap.These people eat what they eat, but the food is slightly different.For example, wine, those things mixed with fire wine and water, put them in bottles, pasted the store signboard, and put small stamp duty stamps from the government on the signboard. The color of the wine can be red or green. Could it be this thing? Isn't it already like wine?They got some money, bought this kind of wine, and when they got drunk, they would either make trouble or fight, or vomit vertically and horizontally. Fortunately, everyone always eats rotten things like that, and has been abused by wind and rain for too long. It won't happen suddenly, so the shop owner pays enough stamp duty, and his conscience is very peaceful, and he doesn't ask about all the effects of this wine.

This gentleman has also lived in such a place for some time. Not far from the boarding house, across Xie Street, there is a police station of the Public Security Bureau.The Municipal Public Security Bureau has never forgotten that there are still these living people in this place. From the district chief to the patrol, everyone remembers that there are people here. Every living person should pay a certain amount of donations to the government according to their daily business , housing donation, business donation, street stall donation, car donation, what better name is there.They were all very patient, not forgetting not to send someone to collect this sacred national lesson once because of the small amount.It seems that such touching titles as health donation and public security donation can still exist in these places.Since the place is completely occupied by low-class people, and everything is extremely careless, if it is not for the police officers who often come to inspect the situation along the beach and the situation of each house, I don't know what it will be like, so the sanitation donation should be collected.As for the population in this district is messy, troubles will happen at every turn. If there are not a few public security policemen, if something happens, they will be taken to the detention center for interrogation. On the head of the troublemaker, be vigilant until the next time, and I don't know how many troubles will happen every month! The police officers at the police station, except for the busy days of collecting donations, are relatively free in other seasons, so whenever something happens, they always take people to the police station, detain them for a long time, and release them after interrogation.Patrolmen on guard often go to the teahouse to enjoy a pot of hot tea from the shopkeeper, and talk with acquaintances about all the news in the newspapers, killing this unbearable long day.During the day, they sometimes went to the arena near the arena, stood by the fortune teller, and then went to the diorama box to look, going back and forth.At night, they went around to this field and used batons to beat all kinds of wild dogs who were about to shit in the field.As usual, when these homeless wild dogs saw this distinguished official, they tucked their tails between their legs and galloped into the side streets and alleys. Because there was no one there, the gentleman stood alone on the flat ground by the lamp for a long time. A night shift patrolman came out from the side street. It was itching on the back of the hand, so around ten o'clock, the patrolman's proposal took effect, and the fortune teller cleaned up the situation and went back to the residence to drink tea and go to bed. After the night was quiet, many men who were sleeping naked in the open air packed up their houses because of a sudden rain in the middle of the night, and there was no one in the place.The place where all living beings gather during the day appears to be extremely spacious at this time.The electric lights on the other side of the river are pale, row upon row, and each is clearly visible. Seeing things across the river, they just don't speak.At this time, a dumpling bait seller came to the empty ground, and he still stayed in the middle of the ground, tapping the clapper in his hand lightly, as if he was afraid of waking up others, and fell silent after knocking for a while. The dung boats started to row from the Binhe River, ready to wait for the poop in the loading and unloading area. Come to eat dumplings.The rain had already stopped falling, the moon was out of the sky, the clouds could be seen running away in many places, and the wind was blowing from other places without any residual heat from the day. It seems that because of the sound of knocking bowls and bowls, the patrolman came out from one end of the alley, and at the same time, a big dog came out from another alley.These two things all walked towards the dumpling bait stand at the same time.After a while, the patrolman with a round face squatted aside very humbly, looking at the patrolling master I ate dumplings.Then there was a gust of wind, and the dumpling bait seller had already left with his shoulders on his shoulders. All the people on the dung boat went to the familiar women's boat, only a few beginners had nowhere to go and lay down on the beach. Take a nap on the curb steps and wait for dawn.There was only one patrolman left in the field, sniffing the smelly wind blowing from the tannery, he was required to walk around the area along the shore according to his duties, to see if anyone threw a dead child from his home, or Nasty things like that.He has a little sense of responsibility in his job, so although it is extremely suitable to sleep in the same bed with a woman at this time, he is embarrassed to look for a place to dream. Everything is so quiet, everything seems to have died, the small house in the daytime looks even smaller now.A black shadow of a cat slipped away from the eaves of the bungalow, made a small sound, and disappeared into the darkness immediately, so this place seemed to be the only patrolman who was a living person, independent to see and hear under the sky everything. He walked and walked, and when he came near the end of the bridge, next to a lamppost, he saw a human figure, which startled the official.In fact, this is still something to be expected, such a weather, such a good weather that makes people fall down and dream everywhere, it is not surprising for a person to be alone!But at this moment, the official was gurgling the onions of the dumplings in his stomach, and thought of something uncomfortable. The figure under the lamppost made him a little angry as usual.So he bolstered his courage and loudly asked who was staying here.The people under the lamp were shrinking into a ball, sitting on the side of the pillar with their eyes wide open, and saw a gecko on the street lamp, clinging to the light bulb to catch insects, lost in thought.This is a homeless child, one of many children who are beaten up by the patrolman for one thing during the day and cannot find a place to stay at night. People took it, and the stomach was so empty that it was useless. The child lay down under a shed, watched the rain, and wanted to walk around, looking for something to put in his stomach.When I got here, I saw the reptile looking as sensitive as a little snake, so I forgot about my business and sat down to admire it for a long time.At this moment, he was thinking about how to climb up to catch that little thing and play with it for a while, when he suddenly heard the screech from the policeman, the child thought that the policeman had seen the incident of climbing the electric pole, so he stood up instinctively and ran quickly up. This bastard, who doesn't know where his parents are, is like a little thing that grew up with a little air. What happened at this time is not new to him!As he ran, he turned his head to look behind him to see if he was going to be chased for a while.He was extremely bored at the moment, so although it was scary, it was also interesting. After chasing for a few steps, the patrolman should have stopped in accordance with his status as a patrolman.But things are a little different tonight. The policeman has nothing to do. He even drank a glass of wine in the middle of the night. This kind of loss must be made up for, so he waved his baton and rushed in the direction where the child was fleeing.The child knew that the situation was not good, and that the baton was about to be carried on his head, so he hurriedly stretched his steps to escape, thinking that by running for a while, he could gain his own safety from a dirty alley that the patrolmen would not bother to walk.But at the end of this turf, there are many puddles. If children are not careful, people will fall into these puddles.The patrolman heard the voice ahead, and rushed to the front, watching the children struggling in the dirty water was amused.He asked him, "What are you running for?" This meant that he seemed to be saying that since he hadn't stolen anyone's things, why did he want to run away when he saw the patrolman.In order to prove that the escape should not be done, it was a foolish act, and he warned him that if he escaped, he would have a reason to fall into the water, and the official did not try to rescue the child who fell into the dirty water.He watched how he climbed up the pit, how he used his little hands and feet.Because there was such an insignificant little animal in front of him, and he was panicked in this pit, the policeman's anger was completely gone at this time. Because he asked the reason why the child ran away, but the child did not give a straightforward answer, the decent man poked the child's head with the baton that carried the meaning of the holy law, so that the child stood up and sat down again in the dirty water. .The child didn't know what to ask of the boss, and he didn't have any money. He gave it to the official, and he couldn't tell it apart. Nao", shaking that thin arm, and dodged to the baton.After a while, the patrolman felt that it was really boring to fight with such a small thing in this place, so he sang the tune of "Old Fisherman" and walked away. The child sat in the pit for a long time, covered in dirty water. Seeing that the patrolman had already left and the sound of the leather shoes was far away, he grabbed something and climbed out to the pit, sat on the ground and cried for a while.In the end, I feel that it is useless to cry. At this time, no one will pass by somewhere, give me a coin, and I am a little hungry. All the actions have made me tired, and I will see the electric light in the distant sky. The light, out for a while.He thought of the excitement of the people under these lamps, and suddenly smiled again after a while.He was very surprised by those lights and those people. He knew that there must be many people playing around under these lights.There must be many people eating and drinking. There must also be many people wearing new clothes, walking arm in arm on the side of the road, calmly and slowly, or staying by some big windows, admiring all kinds of things in the windows. The windows are illuminated by red and green lights, which are more beautiful and pleasing to the eye than during the day.All sweets, wrapped in gold and silver paper, some utensils, felt hats, umbrellas for the ladies, big leather boots with three-pointed heads, small wallets and square bottles, there is no way to remember clearly!The roasted chicken and goose look as if they were alive, and strings of sausages are hung by the window. These and those are worth a million or more.How much it was worth, where it had been brought from, and where it must be moved, he had no idea at all.He has been to this kind of place, and he has admired everything in the window as much as others, so he was beaten and chased by the red-headed assan, and he remembers everything clearly.Whether there are still so many people in those places at this time of year, whether there are still red-headed Assam, he doesn't quite understand.However, there are still lights, indeed there are still lights, and those lights are reflected in the sky, like burning a part of the sky. He had seen these, thought of them, and remembered them, and soon there was a black face of a red-headed lady swaying in front of his eyes, showing a very interesting and vivid expression.According to the rules, he wanted to run, and the big black Indian staggered and waved the wooden stick in his hand, chasing after him. "Come on, once you come here, you can kill for a while!" He remembered picking up stones and throwing melon rinds at the black-faced devil. Happy. "I'll kill you bitch! Kill you dog!Hit your nose! "Yes, the melon rind should be hit on the nose to be interesting. He sat on a trash can, re-arranging such past events in his own way, and then he really touched them casually. A soft thing beside him felt very different, sniffing at his hand and giving off a foul smell, he finally understood his current position, scolded his mother softly, then stood up and cried again. The moon slanted in the sky, and I saw only a star sticking to the blue sky, and some clouds in other places, walking slowly and leisurely. At this time, a car passed by the bridge, and the driver honked like a dog barking. He sees the sky, he hears a horn sound like a dog barking, but it's not very interesting. He was a little tired and couldn't sit out on the dewy lawn for the night.I had to find a sheltered place to sleep, while rubbing his eyes, I walked towards a small alley.When a dog rushed past him in the dark, it made him angry, so he wanted to chase the dog and beat him up. After chasing for a few steps, he thought about it again.He was hungry, he was tired, there was nothing he could do but curl up like a hedgehog and sleep in a drier place until dawn, there was nothing better to do.A pair of trousers on his body were still covered with many wet and greasy things, and he took off the trousers at this time, thinking about some things in the day. Finally, he wiped the little body into a dark place at the corner of the street, as if swallowed by the darkness, it disappeared. The sky was not yet pale, and the cold dew was falling. One of the dung boatmen sleeping on the rock beside the beach woke up from the cold, got up, and called out to his comrades.Such a person is so stingy with speech that he is so stingy about everything, the opening under the nose is almost useless except for eating coarse food.He called out to his partner, but when he didn't get an answer, he stopped talking.He squatted on his dung boat and unloaded all his accumulations. There was a thumping sound, and the sound was extremely dull as the hot excrement fell into the water. A small boat came from the southern end, and from the dark place under the bridge hole, a man seemed to use an invisible hand to move the boat slowly, and approached the dung boat. A woman couldn't see her face clearly, as if she had just woken up, climbed outside from the hatch of the boat, and immediately heard the screams of a child in the boat, the woman seemed to ignore it, and stood still. at the bow. The other boatman on the dung boat also woke up. Seeing the new boat, he didn't quite understand why. The boat approached the dung boat, and the boat bumped against each other, making a dull sound, and the water in the river vibrated slightly. "do what?" The woman's voice was like a sick cat's, low and dull, and said: "What do you ask? A woman will make you happy." "whats the matter?" "You come, you come," one of the boatmen understood what was going on. "I can't get any money." "You're lying, it's only two dime." "I can't find two copper coins." The woman still insisted on shouting, "You come!" The man seemed to be angry, so he said loudly: "Waste my strength, I won't do this." The woman seemed disappointed, she whistled softly, she was still waiting for something, she wanted to make another decision, and stood still at the bow. The first boatman squatted down to the bow of the boat and finished defecating, at first he was silent, then he wanted to go to the stern to see what kind of woman the woman was.The two approached, and the boat was next to the boat. Suddenly, for some reason, the woman began to curse. "No?" Asked like this, but there was no answer. Indistinctly, it was the boatman's laughter. After a while, the boat slowly slipped back into the dark and gloomy bridge hole without making any sound.The good boatman, who had been scolded for some wild words, was not angry, just stood on the boat and laughed dryly.A pair of horns can go on the boat to do a kind of sweating, but it doesn't cost any money. He squeezed the woman's chest in a kind of convenience. This thing made him very satisfied, so he laughed up. After a while, the boat was wiped out by the culvert of the bridge, and it was no longer visible. The cry of a child after being beaten was louder.The voice floated sharply from the darkness, and disappeared into the darkness at the same time. Hearing this voice and knowing the reason in that direction, the boatman just laughed dryly. Another boatman squatted by the bank, feeling a little annoyed because he had no money, so he said, "She's angry. She scolded you and beat her little bastard!" "You are afraid that she will get angry and make amends. As soon as you go, she will make you happy, isn't that what I said?" "She scolded you!" "..." That one didn't make a sound, so the one squatting by the shore insisted on saying "she scolded you" three times, laughing at his partner, and he laughed too. At this time, somewhere, something fell into the water, like a toad thrown from the side of the bank into the bank by itself. With a bang sound, the stagnant water in the bank began to shake slowly, as if it was falling into the water. Shivering slightly in the cool air, small ripples gnawed at the side of the dung boat, making a small sound, and then became very quiet. Somewhere, a rooster crowed, as if it was in a big urn, but it was still unclear where it was. The two dungmen knew that they were about to be busy with their work, and each squatted on a stone pier, intending to go to their own place. life.There are shooting stars falling from the sky, throwing long and bright lines, which are very beautiful and pleasing to the eye. Completed on July 20, 1929, it was revised again in August.