Chapter 77 suicide note

It has been two full years since Wan Yin died.But I always feel that she has an eternal existence in my spirit.We've been together ever since we met. It was not until three years ago that her illness became apparent that they separated.Today, two years ago, she was physically and physically separated from me forever—to commemorate her today, and read a few letters she sent me when she was recuperating at the seaside, which caused me endless regret for no reason!My spiritual friend, Wan Yin!Will you allow me to publish your suicide note? Four, ten, nineteen twenty-two. Yi Bingxin: It was only nine o'clock before I left you, and I already met the friend Ms. Hai whom you introduced for me.No wonder you admire her so much, the bursts of waves make people think about it.

My aunt was in good health, and she picked me up at the station herself.Roses are blooming all over her garden.She put me on the third floor, but my sleeping place was under the awning of the terrace; because my illness needs the sea breeze to heal.When I write this letter, I am sitting on the sidewalk.How lovely is the scenery at dusk on the sea!The sunset is also shining.A day's train ride makes me very tired, so I can't write much.When I get up early tomorrow and feel better, I can report to you in detail. My mother will go back in about two days. There is still something to do at home, so she sent me here, so I can't stay for a long time.She promised to visit me every two weeks.

Bing Xin!Are you lonely in the dormitory by yourself?I hope I get well soon, and I can go back soon—bye!Wan Yin Er Bing Xin: Here is really a kind of life that I have never experienced before.I slept alone on the balcony last night, and my mother and aunt sat beside me for a while, covered me up, gave some instructions, and then went down.The sky is full of stars, and the waves are like roaring waves. I feel an indescribable etherealness and melancholy.Xinliang is really compelling! —— When I fell asleep, I don't know myself. The sunshine on the sea this morning has awakened my soul.The golden light shining on the boundless waves against the dawn of Dongshan, all these scenes are displayed in my eyes.

I can't describe it, let alone dare to describe it.I just sat quietly, only feeling solemn, only feeling great! After going downstairs, I had breakfast with my mother and aunt under the grape arbor in the garden. The morning is refreshing and welcoming, and the weather on the beach is different from that in the city after all! ——My aunt is really a lucky person, but unfortunately she has no children and is too lonely.Her house and garden are very exquisite; there are her fields at the foot of the mountain, and there are many tenants.She said that she would take me around the beach in two days to see the farmers harvesting.

She loved me dearly, and loved to have my friends visit me.I don't know if you can come with my mother when she returns in two weeks' time.Wan Yinsan Bingxin: I received the letter, but I haven't replied to you for three days, because I feel uncomfortable again.The doctor also came to see him, and he only prescribed a prescription without saying anything. At this time, my mother had already left. I sent her to the station and came back. I couldn't leave my mother, but there was nothing I could do now. As soon as she left, everything felt empty; deep down, I just didn't know if I was still me.Melancholy, the melancholy of leaving my mother!

It has been cloudy and cooler recently.My aunt forbade me to go out, and we often sat on the porch with her and talked.My uncle passed away a long time ago. Although I have never met him, I can tell from my aunt that he is a very learned man.The photo was hung in the living room, and the brows were full of calmness and kindness.He died in the sea without even a grave—that’s why my aunt refused to move to the city—every time my aunt mentioned it, she would cry.Bing Xin!It is honorable to die for one's country, but what is the grave?Just add a sad information for future generations. You've been very busy lately, haven't you?But being busy is better than being idle, and you can save a lot of unnecessary thoughts——My classmates miss me, please thank them for me.Please also tell them that I am getting better.

On my bookshelf, on the side near the window, there are two yellow-covered books called "Hui Jie", please check them out and send them to me. I only read a page or two and really want to finish them.It seems that the few letters before August 12 did not indicate the date, but I realized that the month and day after the letter are sometimes very relevant. My friend Si Bingxin: I have received "Hui Jie" and I like it very much!At this time, the wind in the night blows the curtains, as if telling you about your loneliness.Now is the time for self-study at night in school, and the seat opposite your desk is empty; she, who usually sits opposite you, is listening to the sea breeze in the middle of the mountain!Why am I not lonely?But with Haishan as my partner, I don't feel lonely anymore.

I like to learn to write some small characters on weekdays; when I was in school, I had no free time, and I didn't dare to write, because writing would inevitably delay my homework.Now when I'm idle all day, I pick up my pen and feel that I have nothing to write.Sometimes I was inspired by the scenery, and I wrote because of an irresistible impulse. After I finished writing, I felt that it was too "moving".Don't you often advise me not to burn manuscripts, but to keep the history as a thought process?But I can't do this. Thoughts are sent into words, and when they arrive on paper, they are already marked, and if they are kept, they will be even more marked.So I threw it in the furnace when I was done, and I kept some, but it was only two or three days at most.If you see it, you will say it is a pity.But I don't always feel that I did it, I burned it, it was a very free thing!

Under the flowers in the garden, I often sit and stand, and my aunt is also beside me.On the soft chair, facing the sunny sea, the long summer is over and the weather is slightly dim, which makes people extremely tired.The sound of birds and the faint sound of waves is also like a hypnotic song, and sometimes I really fall asleep. You are in the classroom, you must be more sleepy in the afternoon.Do you remember that I was in class last season, I was extremely sleepy, and the book fell on the floor, which woke you up from your slumber?How fun it was then! Don't say anything more, my aunt won't let me write more, let's talk again!

Your friend Wanyin Wu Bingxin on August 20th: It has been raining in autumn for three days here, it is slightly cold, and I am alone under the window, so I am so bored that I have to write a letter. It has been two weeks since I left home, and the mountains and seas are soaked in my homesickness. I miss my mother very much.My mother also misses me!Bing Xin!This is just a temporary farewell, so what if it is a permanent farewell... I can support myself in everything in the world, but my mother's love really makes me weak to the extreme! I have no choice but to put it bluntly, I am afraid that my disease is very dangerous!When I meditate recently, I often envision the future.My main concern is that I—finally, it is best not to make my mother emotional.I read books on weekdays, and when I find something I like, I use a pen to add some comments on my eyebrows.I don’t dare to write now, I’m afraid my mother will be sad when she picks up the book. ——Other things do not make it leave a mark everywhere.

Bing Xin!Thinking of this, everything is empty.I—afterwards, as long as there is mother, aunt, and you, remembering me, it is worthwhile for me to go.But these are also empty words. Reminiscing or not reminiscing, it really doesn't matter to the dead.Spirit and form, in the eyes of dear ones, melting smoke together is the cleanest thing! All I want is a tomb of white stone, with low stone balustrades on all sides, and a cross on the tomb.It would be even better if there is another stone statue looking up to the sky and meditating next to it-showing the eternal amazement of the dead for life.This tomb should be in a quiet place with mountains and rivers, in the shade of trees, with streams flowing slowly.As long as you are alive, if there are any new flowers, put one or two bunches for me.For the rest, there is no need to go there. I—finally, I don’t want to remember anything, and I don’t need anyone to write about me.If so, let that person think about it for himself, if Ru Wanyin is alive, whether he can promise him to write a biography for her, he will stop himself. Bing Xin!Don't get me wrong, this article is not an ominous statement.Since ancient times, everyone has died, only care about sooner or later.In the vast universe, when a person is born and dies, it is just a wave in the sea of ​​souls, and then there is no wave. This is also infinite nature. I am not afraid of death, nor do I praise death.Life and death are just like waking up from a dream and falling into a dream, not a very important or sad thing.Tagore said it best: "The world is not leaky, because death is not a gap." If you can think like this, what sad thoughts are there?Praise the endless world! There is no gap in form and quality, but no gap in spirit. Not only is there no gap in spirit between people, but there is also no gap in spirit between people and all things.To think so, the world is extremely indifferent and at the same time extremely connected. These words are not used to comfort you, they are actually my own philosophy of life.But this philosophy should be declared by people, and it is natural to tell you, but I dare not tell my mother.If this book is mailed, my mother will be extremely sad! Indescribable, mother's love! You and my friend, Ms. Hai, are listening to my words in the quiet light rain! Her spray has guided me to life. Bing Xin, are all the chrysanthemums blooming on campus?Who do you share the reward with?I hope you have some instant texts and send them to me. Just like Bing Xin on the night of September 3rd: I don't believe one of my books, and it makes you so sad.my friend!I really don't think about it.That's why I say that thoughts are ethereal, and once they are written, they are imprinted.If there is a possibility of traces, it is better to have words than to have no words. I only apologize to you, and I will not mention this dead word from now on, just think about the promising future! The sky is bright, the leaves are gradually turning red, and the weather is calm and breezy. Sitting on the sidelines with a relaxed mind, I feel that I have really enjoyed the happiness of the world. I don't sit still and meditate now, nor do I read Zhang Hui's books, because those are all too mentally exhausting.There are a lot of books in my uncle's study room. When I was drying out the books two days ago, I picked out the ones I like to read, which can be used for entertainment.Now I just read some small poems piecemeal, copy some words and sentences that I like, and practice some words at the same time.When I get up early every day to write, my aunt often leans by the side and watches.She asked me: "Your character is so special, what style did you learn?" I laughed and said, "It's Wanyin style." It's too late to learn, and the paper is full of bugs, which is really ugly.But if you are impatient to learn it seriously, fortunately, words are used to express ideas, and it is enough to know how to write them. Another pastime is teaching children.My aunt set up a half-day school for farmers and children behind the garden, which was only at the elementary school level, with fifty or sixty male and female students.The teacher, Ms. Yang, is very knowledgeable, very kind and calm.Her teaching method is excellent, and her speech and instruction gestures during lectures are very lively and gentle.Sometimes I went to listen after meals, and these children even forgot that there was anyone present, because Ms. Yang's every word and action had attracted the children's full attention, and they had no time to look elsewhere.And I feel that those students' feelings for her are more than respect and love.For her orders, I dare not brush and cannot bear to brush.She often goes to the students' homes during holidays, encourages their self-study, and condolences their sufferings.Parents who received her education indirectly did not know how many.She is indeed the angel of the village!Many farmers from neighboring villages also came to the school. I admire her very much. I have never seen such a complete teacher, even in universities, and it is rare.It is said that she liked the life in the country so much that she was reluctant to take a job in the city.She plays the piano very well, and I have begun to learn from her. Although there are not many subjects in this elementary school, she is responsible for the whole school's homework alone, so she is naturally very busy.I also replace half an hour or an hour every day. ——How cute are the children?When I stood on the stage and looked at fifty or sixty black, fat and cute little faces upturned, I thought about what kind of materials I should use to contribute to these pure and flawless little "hearts"!Teaching children is harder than teaching college students because they think teachers are omnipotent.A word that the teacher inadvertently can leave a deep impression on their minds.Once a seed is planted, it will continue to bear fruit year after year. Whether the countless fruits are good or bad has a great relationship with society.So I was very careful, but the result was that I was extremely unnatural.The children in the countryside are very obedient and willing, but also very smart, and they can best see the teacher's emotions. I love them, but I am wary of them. The doctor still came every Monday, and he didn't say anything. ——I have recently reduced my appetite, and I only like to eat some fruits.I often tell my aunt that I can learn from those hermits and live a life of eating peaches. Sometimes when I eat fruit, I don’t have to eat. There's been a lot of gossip, can you divert your mood?Bing Xin!I'm all right here, don't worry!Greet my classmates for me, thank them for remembering me.Wan Yin, my friend Bing Xin on September 15th: The author of "Hui Jie" is really a superman!I didn't expect that I had read books for ten years like a flying horse, and only at this time did I get this masterpiece. I have never seen the original text of this book; it is the first time I have heard the author's name.However, from his works, I can completely imagine what he is like.I read it from the beginning, and after contemplating it, I didn't feel stunned or terrified! The first half of the protagonists in the book is the scholar Luo Ping, and the second half is the group of educated apes born by Luo Ping.The author describes Luo Ping's temperament and attitude in this way: "...it seems that there is no one in society who cannot be friends, but if you look at the reality, it seems that there is no one who can be friends with. Gai Luoping has a natural personality The power of choice,... Seeing the creatures in the world, like flowing water and clouds, let them come and go... Readers should know that their wisdom is enough to cover the crowd... "... When the old rains meet again, each should be happy; Ice, the blood of those who saw it was frozen... "...Since Luo Ping is the chairman, he is not happy with the guests at the beginning, neither angry nor sad..." A wise and arrogant scholar has been drawn!He also mentioned his remarks: "... For anyone who can benefit my wisdom, even if I sacrifice my life's happiness, I am willing to do so... I will do my best to resist this muddy trend and seek future happiness for you. I can't predict how it will end..."...To this day, I still live alone in a room, lonely like a monk, and I don't hear from anyone all the time.Even if I come into contact with people occasionally, I only return letters... "...they have their own literature, and I can't judge its value..." The following words are used to describe the ape man's birth mother: "...you must know that I entered the world in a lonely body...but I seem to predict the trend of the destiny..."...like a boat being led by a wave, it is gradually involved in the wave Heart, thinking that there is no way back, but thinking about holding the rudder and moving forward, trying to catch up with the waves... "...especially with my knowledge increasing day by day, the invisible spur is enough to drive me to the standard..." His remarks are: "...I have deeply understood the weakness of human beings!..."...more knowledge means less nature, the deeper the science, the weaker the temperament..."... If the beast takes the nature as the The law, which does not exceed the scope of life, is much better than human beings!... "... Therefore, the peace enjoyed by the human body is not equal to the pain felt by the spirit..."... The world is only a baby, and there is no crime at the beginning. In the dream With a smile, this is the happiest time of life..."...There is no one in the world who can know the truth, especially the theory of being vigilant..."...What a lovely nature! You should find his old house and be with me forever dependent! ..." The psychology of his writings has been clearly stated in the book: "...it is only a mysterious talk, covering up his complaints..."...Luo Ping's heart in the world is really stimulated by the society, and he died. To the point of dying for learning..."...If a person has a book, then the spirit has something to sustenance...You should give full play to the truth and hold public opinion. You are not comparable to others, and you should have no taboos..."...Only self-confidence and expressing one's own opinion, the world There is no one who hinders me.And since ideals are used as words, we must not follow others and be ambiguous..."...It means that when writing a book with a pen, there must be infinite sadness, so he speaks out his own words and speaks out..."...The society is bad, The catastrophe will last forever, in the vast land, who will pity all living beings? ..." This book completely contributed to the author's philosophy of life, he underestimated how many heroes and talents he had with his pen.Although he has no detailed criticism of the characters in society, he can describe them all in a few sentences.Speaking of Mary, she is an affectionate and kind virgin, which is awe-inspiring, and the pure faith is also unattainable.The generous and righteous conversation described the girl's nervous excitement. The rest, such as the boring poetic words of the poet Galle, as well as priests, countesses, actresses, etc., all have their own attitudes; I really did not expect to stumble upon such a profound work.Of course, I cannot agree with all the arguments in it, but I have too little experience in the world, and it will take ten or twenty years before I can really criticize it.In any case, I cannot say that he writes novels for novels' sake, but that he borrows novel genres to express his own thoughts.I can't help but admire that among his 50,000 words, almost every word has theory and every word has philosophy. After I finished watching, I was at a loss, stunned, and terrified.I don't want anyone else to look at it with a critical research attitude.But as soon as I read a quarter of it myself, I dare not take it as a novel for ordinary entertainment. The book "Hui Jie" can really fascinate young people! I definitely don't want others to read it again, but you must read it; because after you read it, you can criticize my criticism of this book again. The book is attached, I have written a lot, let's talk about it!Wanyin, September 22, Ba Bingxin: Even though he is a very good friend, he should not interfere with people's freedom to read books. You are too busy, just smile!You said that you also like "Hui Jie", but you advised me not to show too much sympathy; why is my psychology different from yours?The result of Luo Ping was too tragic, and he sacrificed his life to learn. "Young people should not have this kind of thinking", I even admit it. Day after day of travel makes me extremely tired.At dusk, a small car took my aunt and I—sometimes with Ms. Yang—to visit places of interest.We just stared out in the car, mountains, water, small villages and wheat ridges all passed in front of us one after another. ——What my aunt is thinking, I can't know; but I only listen to the "natural" words, and I have no time to think.Sometimes when I came across a place where I could rest, I stopped and went down to take a walk in the setting sun for a while.Sometimes when encountering a place where the car cannot go, I get out of the car and walk, slowly going into the mountains to find temples, walking through forests and ridges, letting the horses graze freely.Soaked in "nature" for days, Hunmeng is comfortable. My aunt said that after seeing the mountain scenery, it was time to go boating.Bing Xin!Can you travel with me?I imagined that on the boundless blue clear waves, the two of you and I watched the sunset from the side of the boat and talked about gossip, what a joy it is!This Saturday morning, my mother will come, and I can go back on Sunday morning.During the holidays, if you come with her, there will be no inconvenience.how?Can you give your sick friend a day of happiness? Eager to hear back!Very tired, don't talk much.Wanyin Jiu Bingxin on the night of October 7th: When I woke up this morning, I heard that you had gone, which made me sad! Did you sleep well downstairs last night?It’s too cold on the terrace, and you can’t stop talking in depth. If you are tired of sitting in the wind for a long time, you will be very disappointed!After you left, your words were added to the sound of the waves, comfort, comfort from friends! The stars last night were wonderful!Sitting together in the dark makes my mind far away, and I want to assimilate with space.Bing Xin!Do you remember that on the vast black sea, only one or two white thread-like ripples can be seen rolling to the shore? At this time, I can only recall the scene of the conversation, which is also the first comforting thing in the two months since the farewell.I think the words in the world can make people the happiest, apart from the mother's love words, it is the deep talk of a good friend.Sometimes the more you talk, the more dilute, and sometimes the more you talk, the more disputed, but in any case, it is extremely interesting between the surplus and the endless. Even yesterday evening, watching the sunset on the same boat, why not bring back memories?The small boat was rippling slightly, and felt that the green waves were really soft and charming.When the breeze blows, the sea water chases after me. Even when the boat stops, I feel a little dizzy, but I can't stand up.Don't laugh at me, I'm not a "tide boy"! The sunset glow is really good, like a colorful quilt, covering the sea of ​​gold.Daoshan gradually faded, as if he was about to fall asleep.Huang Zhongze's words... "Sunset glow casts shadows on the pond, how can clothes be made of the color of a man?" I suddenly thought of it at that time, but I forgot to tell you. I will read books systematically from today, so as not to be too boring.I hope that when you write again, you will raise some questions for discussion and use them as my standard for reading. Your good friend Wan Yin on October 11th, ten Bing Xin: I am relieved to read your letter, and I have a feeling of lingering——I want to say it again, the memory of watching the sunset in the boat is too deep, I am only afraid of you unfavorable! I admit you raised the question of "literature", but it's too big a subject; I'm really not fit to discuss it, let alone dare to discuss it.Bing Xin!You must firmly remember that when I criticize things, I only use my own ruler as the standard.Naturally, this measuring stick is extremely rough and extremely illegal; so I never dare to express my opinion.But between Liangpeng correspondence, there is no major relationship, or you can talk about it casually. What I am most dissatisfied with is that some recent translations—especially novels and poems—are so blunt that you must read them carefully and attentively in order to understand their meaning.Naturally, I am smart below the average level, so I am not worthy of understanding; however, I am afraid that this straightforward translation is too far away from "popularization".I dare say that among the public—those who have read Western languages ​​are better—not necessarily one or two people out of ten can understand it; if they don’t understand it, they naturally don’t like to read it.The result is that literature is from literature, and the people are from the people, and they can never join hands. ——I have tried to translate a few times myself, and after re-reading the translation, I also feel unbearably jerky.Because if the translation is too literal, it will be too awkward; if it is translated too literally, it will not be able to convey the charm of the original text.Naturally, my level is too shallow, but because of the differences in writing, there must be some difficulties.In an era when new literature is still very naive, we should wait for it to gradually weed out and evolve without any serious criticism or high hopes.Bing Xin, let's try to be considerate people! As for the aspect of creation, I think it should be the absolute freedom of personal writing.No matter what ism or faction, prejudices should not be kept in one's mind.And there is no need to anticipate readers' criticisms and opinions on this work.When the writing is finished, the matter is finished, so that it can have some "true" meaning.If you are too scrupulous, you will feel very uncomfortable and timid, and the result will be that critics and readers will come up with ideas and send authors to write. How is it different from writing articles in the imperial examination?Moreover, works come first, doctrines come second; creators come first, critics come after, the author must not obliterate himself! ——Of course, I am not saying that the opinions and advice of critics and readers are absolutely not tolerated.To straighten up one's appearance, one should look in the mirror; but if one looks in the mirror all day long, one's spirit is too outwardly inclined, which makes people uncomfortable in their behavior, speech and laughter, and gradually loses their true nature.If the author must know that this work will be repercussed when it is published, why not burn it to the ashes after writing it straight and let it perish in the ashes forever? In terms of style, I advocate "the transformation of vernacular Chinese" and "Chinese and Western culture". There is a lot of mystery in the word "hua".I think that if today's writers can blend ancient Chinese and Western languages ​​invisibly, and apply them to new literature, they will surely shine a bright light on the Chinese literary world today.However, some people can't melt and apply it, and only advocate some rough theories to each other, which in vain arouses many unnecessary reactionary forces, and wastes the time of useful creation.A true writer, he does not enter into debates, only pays attention to his own creations! Too much talk, please seriously criticize it!It's late at night, goodbye.Wanyin Bingxin on the night of October 22nd: I have been ill for several days, I didn’t get up, I sent two letters, but I haven’t replied, I’m very sorry!I'm well now, I just caught a little cold and started coughing again, I don't have any serious illness, please don't worry. My aunt had a banquet yesterday, and I had a busy day too.In the wide hall, amidst the melodious melody of the piano, facing the colorful flowers, it is also refreshing.I like to listen to the polite and gentle conversations of the ladies and gentlemen in the social field; I also like to show a noble and lively attitude towards the dignified faces and quiet smiles of some ladies.I am such a person who doesn't like sociability, but because I reluctantly fulfilled my half-master's responsibilities, I got unexpected happiness. After nine o'clock in the night, my aunt was afraid that I was too tired, so she told me to go to rest first. I felt very energetic when I came out, and I didn’t want to sleep, so I pulled a chair and sat on the porch, looking at the sea beyond. ——What a brilliant moonlight, the sea surface and the shore facing the moon are all dyed by the faint light like a layer of silver mist.The mountain shadows and forest shadows are dark, the breeze blows the treetops, and the sparse leaves shimmer and sway under the light. The figures under the moon are clear and clear, and the light silk clothes are so light that there is nothing left. ——In the hall, the piano and the ukulele are playing "I miss my hometown" in a desolate tone!The lingering sound is mixed with the sound of soft laughter, which reminds me of home and mother, you and school, and many friends.Many impressions appeared in front of my eyes for a while, and finally the sound of the piano was no longer heard. It was already twelve o'clock when the guests left; the hall was silent for a while, only the shadows of the fragrance of clothes and flowers remained-this empty scene reminded me of the world, why isn't it like this?Generations of wine and people are gone, leaving only the fragrance of clothes and flowers. If you miss it when you sleep, you can't fall into a dream—just dimly, watching the moon set. The blue-gray sky covers the world with a cold and lonely veil.Xiaofeng gradually rises, the sea tide gradually rings, just about to fall asleep, the eyes are bright again, and the sun comes out from the sea again! Today I only have a slight headache, and I must sleep at nine or ten o'clock every night.Lack of sleep can leave me sluggish for days, and it can even make me neurotic.However, I was very impressed last night, so I had to write and send it to you while the situation was still there.There are many original situations and spiritual interests in the world, but because they cannot be written or written in time, they are all lost in the void, what a pity! ——Extremely sleepy, writing very disorganized, please forgive me.Wanyin Bingxin on the morning of November 8th: Today's weather is really special. The leaves have not fallen off yet, and the strong wind for several nights has blown all the leaves off.Pushing the window and looking at it makes people feel refreshed! In your letter, you disagree with my views on literature. I think everyone should have their own opinions. That's all.It is useless to try to theory! Ms. Yang is another poet—we took a group of students to look at chrysanthemums in the garden after class that day.When I was talking and laughing with the children, she sat on the pavilion by herself, bowing her head and writing.After the children had left, I also went up to the pavilion, and saw at a glance that what she wrote were very short lines, like poems.I asked her for it, and she had to hand it over to me. It was a few short and immediate poems.As soon as I read it once, she took it away and rubbed it.What a job she is doing!It's a pity that I don't have a genius for photographic memory. I only remember the meaning, not the words.She said that she sometimes wrote some poems for her own entertainment, but she didn't keep them. ——I think that with her temperament and knowledge, the poems she writes must be very good. If she doesn't publish them, it will hide the beauty of many universes.I believe that there are many excellent poems in the world, but because they cannot be published or are unwilling to publish, they are all hidden in the darkness. It is a pity that the world has no eyesight! You ask me "what is new poetry", I really don't know.I do it sometimes, but I'm not confident in the end.If you want to divide the small text paragraph by paragraph, and call it poetry, I have to leave it to you.I think the history of new poetry is too shallow, and it is not easy to have a simple and clear definition. In the future, more people will do it, and gradually a definition will naturally come into being.My own point is that if there is an inexhaustible meaning, and the tone is more tactful, it can be called poetry, and the length is irrelevant.But in my personal opinion, it seems that the short ones are better than the long ones, and it is easier to concentrate and say a few words. Autumn is very full, especially the seaside.Is the wintersweet blooming on campus? I often imagine the scene of you enjoying yourself in time. I don't know if you have ever thought of me during the time of enjoying together? I heard that Zhihui was going back to the province, and I was very bored, so I asked her to come and see me.Wanyin November 19th Thirteen Bing Xin: Yesterday Zhihui has visited me, and I like it very much after meeting. ——Her father has recovered, and she can go back to school in three days. ——We talked by the fireside for half a day, knowing many things in school, which made me feel relieved, and brought back stronger memories. I just don't know when I can be with you again! It was snowing heavily this morning, but it wasn't cold outside at all.After dinner, Zhihui came to ask me to go for a snow walk on the beach. I liked it for a while, so I put on my coat and went out with her. ——The mountains are all white, and there is a continuous white light.The cottage is also like a snow palace.From time to time, someone walked across the bridge with a broken umbrella.The sandy beach covered with thick snow feels softer under the feet.Pieces of snow fell silently into the sea, and the waves did not rise. In the gap between the snowflakes, we just walked side by side in silence, feeling an indescribable joy in our hearts! On the way home, we started talking again.Zhihui is a very smart girl, she reads ten lines at a glance, and has excellent understanding. We have to admit that she has a genius for writing.She is also willing to do extracurricular work, smart and hardworking, her future is really limitless! ——There is only one thing, I often worry about her, that is, her talent is too great, her intelligence is exposed, she lacks a little depth, and I am afraid that she will gradually become arrogance or neglect.Confucius said it well: "If a gentleman is not serious, he will not be powerful, and if he learns, he will not be solid." "Not powerful" And "unsteady", both of them can give away her peerless talent.I seldom talk to her on weekdays, and I don't care much about these business matters.You and her are pretty good, and she is most willing to listen to you, so why not give me some advice unintentionally? When I came back from the beach, my mother was already sitting in the messy study room, waiting for me.I like it very much, she blamed me for not going out in the snow, I just smiled and didn't agree. I have read a lot of old poems, many of which I like, and recorded them casually, and I can send them to you later—I admit that old poems have their own beauty, which must not be erased. If you read a lot, you will lack energy. "Learning and then not knowing enough", the more you read, the more uncertain you will be.I have written a lot, let's talk!Wanyin, my friend of Bingxin on December 9th, 14th: Received letters, in the few numbers, I can already see how busy Bing Xin is, how she is thinking about her best friend who lives in the sea, which makes me feel helpless! Walking in the snow and catching cold, coughing again, and feeling uncomfortable these days, the doctor forbids me to bother.The annual holiday is approaching, you must be very busy with exams, and I don't want to make you busy with letters I use for entertainment.Nothing more to say, my friend!Goodbye! Say hello to the students for me!Wanyin December 17th, 15th Bing Xin: After a whole winter on the sickbed, I haven't picked up a pen for two and a half months.Looking out of the window this morning, the branches are slightly green, and the tree is like this, which makes me feel sad! This is after dinner, when the lights are like daytime, the fire is very warm, the windows are slightly open, and the breeze is coming in. There is only me in a light red shirt in the mirror. My aunt bought a ten-foot piece of light red silk from the market and gave it to me to make clothes. She said that my usual clothes were too plain and unsuitable for young people.When did I not like those delicate colors?But I only like to see other people wear it, but I don't like to wear it myself. After my aunt bought it, I wanted to make it—I like doing work very much, because when weaving needles and threads, you can use your thoughts—I made this light red silk into a pajamas, with white silk on the edge. The lace is very light and soft for wearing at night.After dinner, as soon as the stove was warmed up, expecting that no one would come, I changed to sitting by the fire with my aunts and chatting and laughing.Because the wide clothes make people more comfortable and lively.When my aunt saw it, she didn't say anything, she just said, "This color is very suitable for you, why make it into pajamas?" But my mother said that I was trampling silk.I just laughed and said, "It's for me to wear anyway, day and night, isn't it the same?" The two pots of light yellow roses in the window are already in full bloom.Under the strong light, facing the wind trembling slightly, it turned out to be the flower in the poem in the painting!I broke a branch and wanted to send it to you, but no one can be a messenger. When I was sick, I was unable to reply to the letters from my classmates. Please thank and apologize to them for me. ——When is spring break?When Zhihui returns, can you come with her?I would love to see you.Wanyin 16 Bing Xin on the night of February 24: The three-day gathering is my last review.I believe that when I gradually drift away from the mist, looking back at the faint sea and sky, there will always be my mother, aunt and you! Since your letter forbidding me to mention the word "death" again, I have tried my best to prohibit myself.But I have faintly heard the doctor say that I'm afraid I won't be able to survive this summer.Bing Xin, I think you must know more about your distressed words at the time of parting this time; as well as your mother's lingering stay recently, your expressions are full of affection, imperceptibly implying me! my friend!If I don't write this letter, I feel like a traveler on a long journey who doesn't say goodbye to her friend. Bing Xin!In any case, my form is digested in the dust of this world; my spirit is also blended in the soul of space; life and death cannot escape this infinite life, there is no distance between you and me forever.My concept of "death" has been explained in detail and clearly before, and I think you will definitely remember it. 我是一个寡交的人，最好的朋友就是冰心了。Bing Xin!还有些事未了，就是请你常常的将我从前对你所说的我的人生哲学告诉我的母亲和姑母，慰安她们，减少她们的悲苦——可怜我因着恐怕招起母亲和姑母的悲伤，我对于她们的谈话，每每是欲吐仍茹，不能彻底。 写信是在医生禁令之内的，但我今夜却违犯了。my friend!别了，前途珍重罢！ 你的好友宛因四月一日夜说、散文集《超人》。 )