Chapter 12 send little readers

Deja vu kids: As I am sick and going on a long journey, in the next three to two months, I will separate myself from the text; because yesterday I saw that the "Morning News" supplement had a special column "Children's World", so I was very happy, so I used my weak Wrist, unfamiliar pen and ink, come to communicate with the lovely child for the first time. In this introductory first letter, please allow me to introduce myself to you.I'm a straggler in your naive ranks-yet one thing, of which I'm often proud: I was once a kid, and sometimes still am a kid.In order to keep this innocence until I transfer to another world, I sincerely hope that you will help me and support me, and I myself will always encourage me to be your most enthusiastic and loyal friend!

Children, I want to go far away.I really like this trip, because maybe I can get more materials from the trip, and I can tell you some slightly novel things in the future newsletter. ——Where I go is on the other side of the earth.I have three younger brothers, the youngest is thirteen years old.He had studied geography and knew that the earth was round.He jokingly said to me: "Sister, you are gone. When we miss you, we can take a very long bamboo pole and pass it from our yard to your yard across the street, forming a hole. From that hole, we can see each other. Let me see if you have gained weight or lost weight after parting." Do the children think this is possible? ——I have another child, who is four years old this year.One day he asked me, "Auntie, is the place you are going farther than the front door?" Children, which side of the earth is farther?

Or is it far from the front door? I'm leaving—leaving parents, brothers, and everyone dear to me.Although it was a short period of time, I already felt very sad.If you are in the windy morning and rainy night, in front of the arms of your parents, in the ranks of sisters and brothers, in the happy and sweet time, you can think of a warm and loyal friend thousands of miles overseas, alone in the annoying and desolate weather If you can't enjoy such rich blessings, your innocent pity when you glance at me, from the spirit of the universe, has given me great and boundless happiness and comfort from afar!

My little friend, as long as I have the time, I will never let this communication be interrupted for a long time.If the interruption is longer, please forgive me.Because if I hadn't picked up the pen at the moment when my childish innocence came back, I would never have dared to write this newsletter with an adult's troubled heart.This level is asking for your compassion. It's time for this letter to end. I can't explain it in my heart. I feel very honored! Bing Xin July 25, 1923 Children: I am very reluctant to tell you a sad thing at the beginning in the second newsletter.However, this incident has caused my soul to suffer from last year. Until now, I am not allowed to confess in front of pure children.

One spring night last year—a very leisurely night, it was already past nine o’clock, my brothers had already gone to bed, and only my father and mother were sitting at the round table, reading, eating fruit, and talking.I was also holding a book myself, leaning against the back of the chair and standing reading. Everything was soft and quiet then. A mouse quietly came out from under the table and slowly ate the crumbs on the ground.This mouse is very small, it has no guessing, it is calm, while eating, while looking up at me - I woke up in surprise, and both mother and father looked down.In the eyes of all directions, it still does not go away happily. Under the shadow of the lamp, it can be seen that it is very small, with light gray soft fur, a nimble little body, and a pair of twinkling bright eyes.

Children, please allow me to repent!For a split second, I bent down in a state of insanity, took the book in my hand, and gently covered it. --God!It didn't go away.Through the pages of the book, I felt its soft little body crouching on the ground without resistance. This is completely out of my expectation!I pressed its hand, and it was trembling slightly - my mother hastened to say: "Why bother! Such a docile and interesting little creature..." Before the words were finished, the puppy Hu'er jumped in from outside the curtain.Father also quickly said: "Let go, Hu'er is going to get it!"

I picked up the book in a delirium again, hateful! It is still contentedly motionless. —— With a joyful growl, the tiger has already pounced on it, and without being allowed to be stopped by me, it has already slipped out through the gap in the curtain with its mouth in its mouth.When I went outside, I could only hear it chirping weakly in Hu'er's mouth a few times, and then there was no more sound. ——In less than a minute, this gentle little creature made me feel an arrow in my heart! I let out a long breath of panic.Mother slowly put down the book in her hand, looked up at me and said, "I think it's really small and very organic. Otherwise, it must have run away."

It's the first time it came out to look for food, but it didn't come back. Its mother is in the nest, so it's not sure what it wants. " Little friend, I have fallen, I have truly fallen!If I were the same age as you, when I heard this, I would have moved over slowly, and suddenly threw myself into my mother's arms and wept bitterly.But at that time... children, forgive me!I just pretended not to mind and smiled. When the hour of rest came, I retired to my bedroom.The forced smile added to my guilt. I lingered for a long time, not knowing what to do—I didn’t change my clothes, I just leaned on the edge of the bed, lying on the pillow. In this state, I was silent for fifteen minutes— —I finally shed tears.

It has been more than a year now. Sometimes I read until late at night, and then I see a mouse coming out. I always feel sad and almost avoid it. I always thought it was the mouse's mother, with tears in her eyes, who came out every night to look for it and wanted to take it back. Not only this, I think of it when I see Tiger, and I think of it when I sit at night. This impression always hurts in my heart.Once I couldn't bear it anymore, so I told an adult friend; I tried to be scolded by her, so as to relieve some of my pain.Not thinking about it, she smiled and said: "You are really getting more and more childish, and things as big as the tip of a needle are worth talking about!" Her indifferent smile stopped me from saying the following.From then on, I became discouraged and desperate, and I never mentioned this needle-pointed matter to the second adult!

When I was young, I shed tears for a broken cricket, and whimpered for a wounded squirrel; when I was young, I understood that all life is of equal size in the eyes of the Creator; when I was young, I never did unkind things, but now I have fallen... … I have confessed and admitted in front of you today, serious children, please referee! Bing Xin, July 28, 1923, Beijing. Dear children: When I left home yesterday afternoon, I felt like I was in a dream.When the car turned the corner of the street, I looked back - unless I saw all the dear people under the bean leaf-filled shed again, I couldn't wake up from this dream!

The ones who sent me off were all children—when I left home, the people in the same car were also children, and there were also children in the front and back of the car.I deeply feel the glory in the sadness.How blessed is Bingxin to get the innocent and pure love of these children, and to endure this deep and uninvolved separation. The train hadn't left yet, and the little brother didn't realize how sad the ice season was coming. He couldn't stop holding Uncle Bing's sleeve and said, "Brother, let's go back." He stood far away with tears in his eyes.I called him over, held his face in my hands, then put my hands down weakly, and they left. —We didn't have a word at all. Slowly the train left the station, and the city wall and willows flew past my eyes.My heart was as heavy as death, but I felt that there was nothing to lose, so I picked up the history of Chinese literature to read.As soon as I turned to the section "Qing Yun is dead", I suddenly saw a few large characters written in the blank space on the page: "Don't forget little".My heart suddenly became sore, I quickly threw away the book, walked to the opposite chair and sat down - this is Bing Ji's handwriting!Little brother, why do you still trap me after parting? I just couldn't sleep well at night, sat up a few times, and opened the window, only the hazy half-circle moon was shining on the endless dark fields. ——The car is running fast and the wheels are rolling, rushing towards the infinite future.Mingyue and I are moving away from home step by step! Passing Jinan this morning, I got up at five o'clock and had my hair straightened by the window.Looking outside, there are continuous mountains in the distance, not in the morning mist, so light that there is no desire. A line of light blue mountain peaks stretches across the sky.Pounds of smoke from people's cooking in the valley are piled up in the valley like clouds.The sun shines brightly on the boundless neat green fields.After washing and washing, I stood by the window for half an hour. In this majestic and magnificent environment, I could only bow my head silently and praise the almighty and intelligent Creator. After passing Tai'an Mansion, the morning dew is still zero.All the platforms are in the shade, the most ancient and quiet.Only here did I get out of the car and take a short walk, looking at Mount Tai from afar, fascinated leisurely.Silently recited the four sentences "Looking up at the high mountain, stopping at the sight, even if you can't reach it, I yearn for it" and repeated it several times. Since then, on the platform, the sound of leather boots being trampled, the sound of swords and guns clashing, and soldiers in yellow and gray clothes patrolling back and forth in groups can be heard.I suddenly remembered the carjacking incident in Lincheng, and knew that I was approaching Baodugang. I was eager to see those people who came and went like flying with swords behind their backs. At this time, I only longed for the life of a hero in Liangshanbo, the life of Wu Songlin Chong and Lu Zhishen.I don't envy the Golden Pavilion or the Peeling Pavilion, I envy the kind of bold and unrestrained, bold and resolute mind! So I went out and asked the soldier standing at the hitch of the two wagons with a loaded gun.He said that he was approaching Lincheng, and Baodugang was dozens of miles away, so he couldn't see it from the car.He spoke to me very gently, speaking pure Shandong dialect.Like a distant traveler hearing the local accent, I feel the nameless joy. ——Shandong is the hometown of my soul. I only like loyal Shandong people and listen to the shy Shandong dialect. I am approaching the south of the Yangtze River one by one, and the joy of my travel has already begun.This time, I purposely reserved a house for myself, in order to be freer and quieter, so that I could write some newsletters.I leaned on the bolster and sat near the window.The curtains on the sunny side were tightly closed.On the opposite side, in order to see the scenery, it was half opened.The cool breeze is blowing, and the room is extremely quiet and gloomy.Apart from the monotonous sound of the wheels, it is no different from my study at home.Although there are no shelves full of books inside the window, the great nature is spinning outside the window. The pen is in my hand, and the sentence is in my heart. As long as I don't ring the bell, no one will come in to disturb me.Gong Ding'an has a saying: "...the West Lake is so clean and resentful, who will share such a blessing?..." I couldn't dream of such a peaceful and joyful mood this morning.This book is not only for masturbation, but also to comfort my younger brothers and children who remember me.Bing Xin On August 4, 1923, in Jinpu Road. kid: After finally arriving at Lincheng Station, I stepped out of the car.I only saw a large group of soldiers flying red flags with the words "...the Second Battalion..." firing firecrackers and blowing trumpets; besides, there were only distant mountains and fields outside the station, not to mention nothing.I am very disappointed, I have never seen a person wearing nocturnal clothes, carrying a dart and a sword, coming and going like flying. Since then, the sun has been covered by floating clouds in the south.From time to time there is a small pond beside the track.There are also games for little ones, bathing in the water.There is also a little girl, wearing a big red flower, sitting at the bottom of a tree by the water and doing work. The scene of bowing her head and threading is really gentle and lovely. From Nansuzhou to Bengbu, on both sides of the track, rainwater forms lakes.There are small boats on the lake from time to time.The boundless microwaves reflected the setting sun, and the scenery was too beautiful to describe. ——Since then, the accent of the people has gradually changed, and I gradually feel timid, and I don't know why. It was night when we crossed Jinling, and within an hour of getting on and off the bus, we saw brilliant lights across the river.I only imagine the Qinhuai Mochou in the city, and all I can see are the yellow waves under the long bridge hitting the ship's side slightly. On the 5th, it passed Suzhou as early as possible.After two nights of insomnia, I was extremely tired, and the scenery outside the window, immersed in my tired heart, made me leisurely and drunk.The river stretches into the ridges of the fields, and there are several waterwheels in the distance, clusters of cottages with thatched pavilions, surrounded by trees and water, forming a village of its own.The water is rippling and the branches are low.When a few peasant women walked by with loads and hoes, they really didn't know if it was a poem or a painting! Sometimes I can see the big river in the distance, with little sails on the river, under the dawn, it is extremely clear and beautiful.I have always liked the scenery of the north, so far I have no choice but to fall in love with the elegance and gentleness of the south of the Yangtze River. When I arrived in Shanghai at 7:30 in the morning, another child came to pick me up, saying "Auntie", which gave me infinite joy. ——It has been four or five days here, and after the rest, I am too busy with mundane affairs.Tonight is as cold as water, and I am the only one under the light.Quiet nights are extremely rare here, and many sisters and brothers, knowing that I am coming, often come to me at night to enjoy the cool and gossip. I picked up my pen three times, but I stopped because of the door knocker. Looking down, my brothers and sisters came to visit me again.I am relieved and saddened to have three times delayed the newsletter I would have loved to write. This is just the experience along the way, I still have a lot of thoughts, I don’t want to write it in my busy schedule, I will talk about it later.It's late at night, let me say good night! Bing Xin, August 9, 1923, Shanghai. kid: Get up at five o'clock in the morning, take advantage of the quiet, when I am bowing in Qingming, come to write a few words. This time when I passed Bengbu, a mother and daughter boarded the car, and the waiter led them directly to my room.They carried several baskets, one of which was full of chicks.It was extremely hot in the car at that time, and the chicks stretched out their heads to pant one after another, but the daughter couldn't help pressing them down again.Her hands and feet are in a hurry, as if she is playing a piano.The daughter was about twenty years old, wearing a set of linen clothes, her face was pockmarked and powdered, her hair and hands were full of hairpins, earrings, rings, bracelets and the like, and she was good at talking. At that time, I didn't know whether it was because of the hot weather, irritable heart, or other reasons, but I just thought that girl was too unlovable. I didn't say hello to her, I just looked out of the window, and when I turned around, I saw them talking, and the girl kept asking for soup and water coquettishly and foolishly; , with an amiable face, and the attitude of talking to her is like loving and sympathizing, but also like reprimanding.I was watching and suddenly felt sad, so I walked out while they were in the room—kids!I thought of my mother, leaning against the window in the corridor, she shed a few sour tears in Linfeng. Please allow me to talk, I believe that you are the only ones in the world who don't laugh at me!Ever since I had news of a long trip last year, I counted the days behind my mother's back.Day by day, I gradually lost weight.Adults often comfort me by saying: "It doesn't matter, it's a good thing!" Why didn't I know it was a good thing?Ask me to say it, I am afraid it is more beautiful than what they said. However, I am ultimately a weak person, the weakest of the weak.I always secretly hate myself!Before leaving, I went to my aunt's house, and my aunt asked me with a smile while sitting down and drinking tea, "Are you willing to leave your mother?" I also smiled calmly and said: "That's nothing, the days are short, and there are people there to take care of you." ——When my aunt went out, my little cousin suddenly walked up to me, put her hands on my knees, raised her face and said: "Sister, is that right? Are you really willing to part with your mother?" I couldn't help it suddenly at that time, looking at her wise and sincere face, tears came straight out.As if I was about to fall off a deep cliff, I begged her for help.I held her little hand tightly and said in a low voice: "I'll tell you the truth, sister, I hate my mother, and all my dear ones!" kid!The grown-ups are really admirable, their tears do not fall easily; they are brave and generous. When I was very sad, my parents could calmly persuade me.Although I don't know what's going on behind the scenes, I was finally considerate and persevering at that time. I am so grateful that I have no land! Although I am weak, I still have my own arrogance, and I am still unwilling to reveal my weakness in front of irrelevant adults.Before the trip, I always talked with a smile when I talked with all my teachers and friends.I don't want to be ridiculed by them with my sincerity.However, I would like to beg a few tears of holy sympathy in front of God and children! There is a slanting wind and drizzle outside the window. At this time, I can't hold it anymore.Sympathetic children, let's talk again!Bing Xin, August 12, 1923, Shanghai. kid: By the time you read this letter, I have left my lovely begonia leaf-shaped motherland and am in a boat in the Pacific Ocean.Today I am tired of words of sad love, and I will not say anything to disturb your simple emotions. My friend, I have a suggestion: the "Children's World" column is for children, and it should have been written by children for children. We are trying our best to occupy this land.If there is something joyful, you might as well say it, so that the children in the world can laugh together; if there is something sad, you might as well say it, so that the children in the world can cry together.Just be frank and open, and there is no need to shrink back from adults. ——Children, this is the secret of our savings, let us speak in a low voice and laugh!The thoughts of grown-ups are extremely high and profound, beyond our comprehension.I don't know why, their right and wrong are often reversed with ours.Often what we consider to be piercing, but they ignore it gracefully; what we consider to be insignificant and irrelevant, but they regard it as an earth-shattering feat.For example, in the firing of artillery and war, tens of thousands of people were killed and injured, lying on the ground bloody and mutilated.We don't need to see it, as long as we hear people say it, we will have heart palpitations, sleepless nights, or talk nonsense; but they not only don't care, but also like to manipulate these things.Another example is that we think that in China, the boss, no matter who is the president, as long as he is honest, governs everyone in peace and does not interfere with our games, we are satisfied; but the adults are busy talking about this matter, He lifts him, he pushes him, it can't be messed up, it's better than when we play "Little King" Still difficult.All in all, we don't dare to take care of their affairs, and we don't know how to take care of them; they don't care about our affairs.So we can talk and laugh freely without being afraid of their jokes. ——My words are over, please children applaud! As for me, apart from a reply from Japan in a week, I'm afraid there won't be any news in the next two months due to the delay in letters from Daoyuan.The autumn wind is getting cooler, it is the most suitable for writing, I hope you will work hard! There are still many interesting things to report to you in Shanghai, but unfortunately I am too busy, so I will probably stay on the boat, facing the sea, and write slowly.Please wait. kid!Tomorrow afternoon, really separate!May the light of God's selfless love surround us and comfort us forever. Farewell, farewell, the last sentence, I hope everyone will work hard to be a good child! Bing Xin, August 16, 1923, Shanghai. Readers", Beixin Book Company, first edition in May 1926. )