Chapter 50 ice god

On the white ground, I was flying a kite, and there was no wind at all—it got up and flew tighter and tighter, but there was still no wind.Looking up, there is an exquisite and shining iceberg standing in front of it; a goddess stands majestically on the top of the peak, with indistinct brows and clothes, holding a kite in one hand and pointing to the sky with the other—the sky is The stars are scattered like a net of pearls——turning around and suddenly startled, the moon in the west mountain falls on the cool steps, shining on the trees and shooting on the grass. Could this be the round light on top of her, turning into thousands of rays of brilliance?

is true?Is it a dream?I only remember deeply: it is an iceberg, it is a goddess, and it points to the sky—postscript on August 20, 1921.In the winter night of 1919, I read Tagore's "Stray Birds" (Stray Birds) with my younger brother Bing Zhong around the stove. Bing Zhong said to me: "Didn't you always say that sometimes your thoughts are too fragmented?" , isn’t it easy to write paragraphs? In fact, it can be collected like this.” Since then, I sometimes write it down in a small notebook. In the summer of 1920, my second younger brother, Uncle Bing, found this little book again from the pile of books.He read it again, and wrote the word "stars" on the first page.

In the autumn of 1921, my little brother Bingji said, "Sister! Can these little stories of yours be printed on paper?" I wrote the last paragraph and published it. It was a fragmentary thought two years ago, after the identification of three children. This is the preface of "Stars".Bing Xin September 1, 1921. A lot of stars are twinkling - in the deep blue space, how can we hear them talking to each other?In silence, in the twilight, they deeply praised each other. Second childhood!It is the truth in the dream, it is the smile with tears in the memory. Thirty thousand hectares trembled—the moon came up.Source of life, place of death!Four little brothers!

Three bright and joyful stars of my soul.Tender, inexpressible, child of the soul!Five darks, the depths of the mind, the depths of the universe, resting places in the radiant light. Six mirrors - it feels unnatural on the contrary, it is better to turn it over. The only ones who are awake are lonely and angry people!Listening to the sound of fortune-telling gongs breaks the fate of the world. Eight remnants of flowers are dotted on the branches; the birds fly away, is life also a glimpse like this?Jiumeng'er is the one who can't hide it the most. She clearly told you the secrets and hidden worries in your soul.10 Green buds, say to youth: "Develop yourself!" Pale flowers, "Contribute yourself!" Crimson fruits, "Sacrifice yourself!" One by one infinite mystery, after a smile, words Before, it was an infinite mystery.

One or two human beings!Love each other, we are all travelers on a long journey towards the same destination. The city wall with one corner and one corner is boundless as far as the eye can see—that is, the sky—the world. Fourteen We are all natural babies, one or five little children!You can go into my garden and see the thorns of the roses that pierce your hand. 16 young people!For later memories, 17 my friends! Why do I say "silently"?There are some things in the world, 18 writers!Deliberately sow your seeds, one nine my heart, like a lonely boat, passed through the sea of ​​ups and downs.20 The flower branch of happiness is looking for someone who wants to give it to perfection.

The strings outside Eryi's window are plucked, why are they only lingering deeply in the reverberation?It is the sound of infinite trees, and the infinite moonlight. Er Er Sheng Li - Farewell to death - is a haggard falling flower. The lamp of Ersan's soul was extinguished in the bustle. 24. Sunflower For those who have never seen Bailian, Bailian came out of the water, and Sunflower bowed her head: her slim and proud character separated herself. Twenty-five dead!Rise up and praise it; it is the end of silence, twenty-six high mountains, and the deep sea--it is cold hearts, it is warm tears; poor little people!Twenty-seven poets are also the deepest disappointment in reality.

Haibo from the hometown of Erba!How your splashing waves used to knock on my rock drop by drop, my friend, I am sorry for you; the comfort I can give is only a cold smile.30 Is time passing like this?The Trinity writer is the most relentless of all but ethereal thoughts—that is, his harvest. The thorns of three or two roses are her own comfort. Mother Sansan!Putting aside your sorrow, let me sink into your arms, only you are the rest of my soul. Three or four created the new land, but it was the fine sand beneath it. Thirty to fifty thousand angels, my child!His small body contained a great soul.

Three or six sunlight penetrated into the rock gap, "Use my strength to stretch out your head, and liberate your prisoner yourself!" The tree trunk pierced through, and the solid rock was split in two. Thirty-seven artists!You and the world, on the railing of the three-eighth well, the steep wind blows your hair; the horizon——on the ground, a few more lights are added, are they stars or lamps?When Sanjiu first woke up from her dream, she caught a glimpse of her in the light. Chaoyang!It is pitiful to say goodbye to you, how can we see you again now!40 my friend!Don't trust me, I'm just a weak person driven by the trend of thought!It's late at night on April 1st, and a wandering traveler, the god of thinking, is about to come unexpectedly.

Four or two clouds are in the sky, and thoughts are imprisoned by facts, which is the root of all pain. Forty-three truths are in the silence of infants, not in the debates of wise men. Four or four is natural!Please allow me to ask only one question, "Haven't I misunderstood you?" The flowers of four or five remarks bear less fruit than deeds. Four or six candles on the pine branches, keep shining!Repeat the tune, play it again!Waiting, far away brother, coming to the door from the night. Siqi's childhood friend: Haibo, brilliant sunset, solemn trumpet; Are we alienated now?Four or eight weak grass!Be proud, the fragmented verses are just a few waves in the sea of ​​learning; but they are bright and twinkling, embedded like stars in the sky of the soul.50 Unstable emotions, it can burst out unexpected thoughts, to create magical words.

The criticisms and judgments of ordinary people on May Day speculate on the moon outside the clouds. Flowers and stones beside the May 2nd track!In just this second, you and I are also saying goodbye in an infinite life; when we come again, among thousands of similar people, where can we find you more?Five three my heart!Watch out, May Fourth my friends!Arise, and wash your soul of the night. Five five flowers for success. However, her buds were soaked in tears of struggle and rain of blood of sacrifice. The rain in five or six nights weaves the poet's emotions. With a calm mind in May and Seven, a deeper world can be built.

Fifty-eight Don't envy children, boredom has already faintly come. Fifty-nine Who believes in the sobbing of a small "heart", but it is a drop in the sea of ​​souls.60 In the shadow of the light clouds and the moon, the wind blows the treetops-you have to create your personality at that time. Sixty-one wind!Don't blow out the candle in my hand, the most silent moment in June 2, before writing. Let Liu San guide me, I am a swallow across the sea, looking for a nest separated from the water. June Fourth smart people! What to beware of: words when you are sad, words when you are happy. Sixty-Five creators! Who can track your brushwork?Hundreds of thousands of pictures, the dusk in the sixty-six deep forests, seems to have been experienced when. Six seven fisherman! Do you know that the world envies you?A lifetime of living is above ten thousand hectares of soft waves. 68 poets!Just be silent; what you can't write, the spring morning of June and September, the melting wind, fluttering sleeves, and quiet mood.Seventy birds in the sky! Why argue with your cage companion? You have your own world. These things on July 1st—this memory that will never fade away; under the leaves of the vines in the moonlight garden, on the mother's lap. Seventy-two Xishan! do not!I can't bear to leave you, Qisan's boring words also turned into boring flames. The July Fourth baby was a great poet, uttering the most complete lines in incomplete words. Qiwu father!Come out and sit in the moonlight, the dream of the moonlight night in July and June! far? near?But we just don't speak like this, listen-listen to the sound that hits the heartstrings!There is a lot of light and fog in front of me, sinking—sinking. Seventy-seven little rocks, be stronger, be ready for the waves rushing back and forth!Seventy-eight true sympathy is not in the period of happiness. The waves in the morning of July and September, the tide in the evening, are the general sound again.80 mother!My hair, this is the ten thousand strands of silk you gave me. It's late at night on August 1st!Please let me, who is tired, put down my pen, and have a quiet contact with you for a while. Eighty-two is a difficult question to answer. What can embellish your life?Basan little brother! Are you annoying me?Under the shadow of the lamp, I come to deceive you, with blush smiling cheeks and focused eyes. August 4th is lonely!How many soul boats float in your soft light. Eighty-five father!I would like my heart to be so cold!August and June are getting closer, is life so real?In the sea of ​​eighty-seven knowledge, lights of doubt are shining everywhere.Thank you for showing me the hard way of life!Eighty-eight crowns? is a permanent bondage. Bajiu Hua'er said to the people watching the flowers in a low voice: my friend!Let me be quiet and open, your love is my trouble. "Ninety sat for a long time, and gave the boundless emotion to the sky. September 1 fate! Can smartness not resist you?Life-death Ninety-two morning dew is still like beads!Go too - when did you ever get into a troubled heart?Counting Xiaoxing in a haze, blaming the donkey for being too slow, and the mountain road being too long——Meng'er bullied me, why was my mother sick?Returning also—the bridle is slow, the sun is just right, and the wild flowers are like smiles; looking at the dim dawn, the mountain gate is hidden. Nine three my heart!It was you who drove me, I know about 94th, you are killing my youth one by one!Ninety-five people broke off the flowers from the branches, but when they came to bear fruit, they sighed at the empty branches. Jiuliu shadows fall into the water, sentences fall into the heart, and there is generally no trace. Is ninety-seven real?The human heart is just a violin box, young people in 1998! Believe in yourself!Only you are real, ninety-nine we are babies born on a boat, where did we come from first, and where are we going.In the middle of the night at 100—the sleep of the universe is thick!I am awake alone, but a character in a dream?101 brother! It seems that I shouldn't force you, the naive you, 102 little flowers, to thank Chun Guang for her love—but the deep kindness made her finally silent. Mother! Are you that spring?103 hours!Am I too sorry for you now? But what I cast aside is temporary, what I seek is eternal.104 People outside the window said that sweet-scented osmanthus blooms once a year, three days before the Mid-Autumn Festival.One hundred and five lights! Thank you for suddenly disappearing: in the non-thinking strokes, I have given me time to think.106 The old man said to the children: "Cry and sigh, the world is so tasteless!" The child laughed and said, "Forgive me, sir! I don't imagine what I haven't experienced. " Children say to old people: "Laugh and dance, the world is so interesting!" The old man sighed, "Forgive me, boy! I can't bear to recall what I've been through. "107 my friend! Take it seriously and throw it into the sea that is difficult to make waves. 108 The heart is cold, but the tears are warm; the heart - freezes the world, tears - softens the world. 10 Nine thoughts, your center, your crystallization, will be my compass. 110 Young people! Compared with the old, you are gentle. Is one by one too monotonous?Qin'er, your strings can't play the sound of flute at all. One or two ancients!You have already deceived me, don't lead me to deceive future generations. 113 Father!How much I love you, I don't know; But boredom—sorrow—All melt away in it. One hundred and five pens are in the hand, and the sentence is in the heart, but there is no place to rest - but it makes the bell ring in the distance!116 Haibo couldn't stop asking the rock, but its silence had already been pondered for millions of times. One hundred and seven small huts, where the independence of the universe should be felt!One hundred and eight hometown! How can you look far away, when will you go back?White-haired grandfather, thank you one by one, my Qin'er!The moonlight and the people are quiet, praising nature for me.120 Mother!These fragments, these words, have been hidden in your heart before I was not there. One, two, one dewdrops, and the company of cold flowers - but not allowing the brilliant morning sun to give her the slightest warmth. One two two my friend!What is truth, thank you for showing me; but my question is not for anyone to answer. The roses in the sky, the pine branches in the sky, green into the dream soul; the words in the sky cannot be written in the dream soul. One, two, four "shortcomings"! "Totally" needs you, brings it out. One-two-five bees are writers who can melt; they suck out different fragrances from flowers to brew their own original sweetness. One, two, six is ​​rippling, is it a small boat? Is the green one Daoshan? Is it blue, is it the sea? my friend!I came back again, because I was repeatedly bullied by Meng'er. 127 meteors, maybe a second of staring?However, this glimpse of light has been left in people's hearts for a long time. 128 The surging sea waves, the dark shadows of the mountains—it's already late at night, so don't go out. Look!In a starlight, the soldier's father stood alone on the flag stand. 129 If there is no wind and rain in the world, where will it go? It just annoys people.130 Hope that hopeless fact is the suicide of youth!One three one ocean, which star has no light? Which flower has no fragrance?When was the clear sound of your waves not in my thoughts?One three two my heart!You told me yesterday, and today you told me that the world is disappointed; what will be the words of tomorrow? Teach me how to trust you!One three three my friend! Isn't it too sad? The spring of "death" is the last drop under the tip of the pen. How can one, three and four be forgotten?On a summer night, under the bright moon, leaning against a lonely fence.Pink lotus, dark green lotus cap, onyx white clothes!One three five my friend! Have you ever climbed a mountain? Have you ever been to the sea?There, only "nature" is speechless?Is your heart happy or sad?136 After the wind and rain—the color of the flowers has passed, and the fruits hang silently on the branches.The value of the flower depends on the fruit!One-three-seven wise men, throw away the fanciful flowers in your hands!She is just illusory, on the night of the summer of 138, with the breath of orchids on her lapel, lingering in the depths of the dream soul. One thirty nine my friend!You would rather look at a blurry mirror than a clear deep pool, she belongs to nature!140 Little fate, fate is interesting, but how pitiful young people are!One four one thought, as soon as I picked up the pen, the interest flew away. 1421 Night—Do you know that you live on the top of the mountain?The candle shadow shakes, why is Ying'er so cold?Like this, the mountains and rivers are like ink, but there is no sleep - 143's heart surges backwards, and time moves forward; the boredom of youth is in this vortex of communication. On the side of the first, fourth and fourth steps, the breeze blows your hair, it is cold and it has never been cold!This ancient courtyard - this dusk - this trace of poetry - surrounds the setting sun and me. One four five heartstrings Oh!Play it—let the goddess of memory dance to your tune. 146 words, listen to the spring of sympathy, and communicate deeply. In the future of 147, will there be a standing monument? How dare you stay silent like this——think. One hundred and forty-eight pens; if you can afford it, it is infinite nature!How intriguing is the moonless Mid-Autumn Festival night!Across the layers of clouds, hidden light.150 Sitting alone - the chime is cleared intermittently in the other courtyard.Such an evening, such a light rain, just doing it is a little melancholy!151 Daughter of Wisdom! "Boredom" has come to spoil your eternal project. One five two my friend!Don't let words trouble you; words are made by people, people are not made by words!153 is pity, it is sorrow—this kindness looking up to the sky melts my frozen heart. 154 I am always afraid of hearing the sound of wings from outside the sky——Little bird!Wings grow, white flowers are better than green leaves, strong wine is not as good as weak tea. Jiangtou at 156 dawn is the weather in the south of the Yangtze River, and the rain is coming-I only know that there is a blue sea, but there is also a green river. This is the hometown of my parents!157 Because of the presence of the world, the light of the moon cannot be increased. 158 snowflakes fly, I want to write a poem in your heart. 159 Mother!The wind and rain in the sky are coming, the wind and rain in my heart are coming, I just hide in your arms.160 wise man!Words are empty, you have to guide your friends only in your natural behavior!161 The water of the sea, the lonely heart cannot be softened. One or sixty-two green pine branches, red lanterns, and that gentle singing voice—little brother!Thank you for giving me, the light in the silence. There are 163 pieces of cloud shadows, but it is difficult to write them down from the book of memory. One six four my friend!Farewell, stay with you! ("Stars" was originally published in the "Morning News" on January 1, 1922, in the new literature and art column, on January 6 it was transferred to the poetry column, and was published continuously until January 26, and was later compiled as a literary study published by the Shanghai Commercial Press One of the series, first published in January 1923.)