Chapter 16 send little readers

Dear children: On the afternoon of August 17th, from the countless windows of the cruise ship Yorkson, colorful paper tapes flew out, and were thrown far away on the shore, and when I let the person who saw me off hold me, my heart was so soaring and so sad ! Countless infatuated farewellers, on the farthest bank of the river, just holding the finally severed note, let go of this huge thing, carrying the heaviest sorrow of parting, and drifted west! Life on board is so fresh and lively.In addition to three meals, just random game walks.During the first three days at sea, I completely returned to the state of a child, making circles and throwing sandbags, enjoying it endlessly, and never giving up playing after that.Later, when I thought about it, it was very strange. Without him, the sea evokes my childhood memories. In the sound of sea waves, childlike innocence and playmates all jumped into my mind.

I really hate that there are not many children in the boat this time. During the three days that made my childlike innocence come back, there was a good game of guessing or not! I have lived on the seashore since I was young, but I have never seen the sea as flat as a mirror.This time out of Wusongkou, the one-day voyage was filled with sparkling microwaves as far as the eye could see.The cool breeze is blowing, and the boat is like sailing on ice.After arriving in Koryo, the sea water is like the light of a lake.Extremely blue and extremely green, condensed into one piece.The golden light of the setting sun, like a long snake, goes directly from the sky to the place where people stand beside me.From the sky above to the water in front of the boat, from light red to deep emerald green, it changes into dozens of colors, layer by layer, piece by piece. …My little friend, I hate that I can’t draw. Words are the most useless things in the world, and I can’t write this ethereal scene!

On the eighteenth night of August, it was the night when the twin stars crossed the river.After dinner, leaning against the lanai alone, the cool breeze blows my clothes.The Milky Way is full of starlight, shining on the deep black sea.Hearing the laughter of people downstairs in the distance, I suddenly feel that my hometown is getting far away.The stars are twinkling, the sea waves are whistling, standing quietly, only melancholy. At dusk on the 19th, it was approaching Kobe, with green hills on both banks, and fishing boats came and went from time to time. Most of the hills in Japan are round and flat. Everyone jokes that the sidewalk is "Mantou Mountain".The Mantou Mountains are dotted along the way until at night, when the lights are shining brightly from a distance, they have arrived in Kobe.The boat stopped slowly, and many people went ashore.Because it was too late, I went to the highest floor by myself again, and saw such a bright world for the first time, the light of the faint moon in the sky, the light of the stars, and the lights on the shore, silently reflecting each other.From time to time, there is a string of lights flying across the mountain, thinking it is a train going around. ... The boat is silent, there is no sound of the tide tonight, and Jingji's mind suddenly arises: "If my mother is here at this time...".I recall Beijing very clearly.

Excuse me, kid, I can't write any more.Bing Xin Kobe, August 20, 1923. Turning around the endless grassy slopes in the morning sun, passing through the deep forest, I already feel the wind blowing from the lake, and the lake waves are not as sleepy as last night. ——Sitting quietly on the shore of the lake, stretching out the paper, picking up the pen, and raising my head, surrounded by red leaves and the sound of water, I want to start writing to my long-lost friend.Children, guess how I feel? The silvery glints on the water, and the pine trees in the Italian garden on the opposite bank, proved that I was thousands of miles away.My friend, it has been more than a month since I arrived here, and I have never sent a word even in Japan.Say I'm sorry, but I don't want to!

I usually write, and I like when people are quiet.However, there are public places everywhere on the ship, and everyone can come to the side of the deck. The sea view is excellent, but the mind is rare. I can only write a few words at random in the early morning when there is no one on the boat, and they have been piled up until now, and I can’t sort them out, and I don’t want to sort them out hastily, so I delayed until today.I respect children, and I think children can also respect and forgive me! I don't know where to start a lot of words, but the waves hitting the shore of the lake one after another, and the tidal rocks layer by layer, until they come to the edge of the felt covering my knees, seem to ask me to introduce her to my children.Kid, I really don't know how to describe her!

She is now in front of my eyes.I have seen the moonlight and the setting sun on the lake, the thick shade and light rain on the lake, and I have seen them all. My little friend, none of my dear ones are here, so only she, the daughter of the sea, can comfort me. Lake Waban, the homonym is familiar, so I call her "Comfort Ice".Every day at dusk, the boat is as light as a feather, and the water is as soft as an oars.The leaves around the shore, green, red, yellow, and white, reflected in the water in clusters, covering half of the lake's autumn water.Under the setting sun, it is extremely gorgeous and soft.The golden light that was about to fall reached the treetops and scattered on the lake.In the light and mist on the lake, I whispered to it, take my love and comfort, and go to the Far East with it.

kid!It's been half a month on the sea, and half a month on the lake. If you ask me which one I love more, it's hard to say. ——The sea is like my mother, and the lake is my friend.I was close to the sea when I was a child, and now I am close to the lake.The sea is vast and boundless, without a word, her love is mysterious and great, and my love for her is my heart and bow.The lake is full of red leaves and green branches, with many foils. Her love is gentle and charming, and my love for her is light and clear.This may be too abstract, but I have no other words to describe it! Children, two months apart, how much you have written yourself, the fun in the mother's arms, can you tell me about it? ——

This is the preface to the letters along the way.From then on, I will still post the written letters in order, the sun, the moon and the place are all because of their old age; how I, a "weak traveler", traveled from Shanghai on the east coast of the Pacific Ocean to Boston on the east coast of the Atlantic Ocean, these letters It is very clear, please read it there! I don't know when these hundreds of words will reach you, the world is really too big!Bing Xin October 14, 1923, Wellesley, on the shore of Weibing Lake. Dear brothers: It rains every day in Boston, and it seems that there is never a sunny day.The red and yellow leaves piled up on the path, about an inch thick, wet and soft when stepped on.It is rare to go to the lakeside, but it is still once a day.On the long and quiet road, I walked by myself, listening to the sound of raindrops hitting the umbrella.Sometimes I laugh to myself and don't know what is the purpose of walking alone, braving the rain and facing the wind!When we got there, the rocky rocks and the roots of the trees were all wet, and there was no place to sit, so we could only stand for a while, looking at the mist.The water of the lake is extremely white and light, and the trees around the lake are all hidden. The size of the lake cannot be seen, but it feels mysterious.

It was already late when I came back, put down the green curtain, turned on the light, read Chinese poems, and the side engraving of the newly sent morning newspaper, saw the kindness, and even forgot that I was in a foreign country.I heard a knock on the door and said "Come in", but when I turned around, there was a girl with blond hair and blue eyes, standing under the bright light with a bright smile on her cheeks, which often made me feel suddenly, laughing and panting! Just don't know what's going on in Beijing, what's going on in China?Why didn't you care so much when you were in China? —A few mornings ago, reading a poem by Wordsworth entitled "I Travel Among Strangers" on a rock by the lake:

I Traveled Among Unknown Men I traveled among unknownmen, In land beyond the sea, Nor, England! did I know till then What love I bore to thee. To the effect: to travel among strangers; England!I just know what kind of love I give you. Reading this made me suddenly feel as if I had gained something, but also felt as if I had lost something.Yes, I don't know each other!Returning from the lakeside, there are clusters of lights from the windows in the distance, as brilliant as stars, but they never give me the slightest comfort! I thought of the sound of selling grapes and jujubes on the street in Beijing at this time!I was really unbearable, when I woke up at dusk when I was at home, listening to this in the autumn wind, I was often disturbed.Once it seemed to be a Sunday afternoon, you all went boating outside Andingmen, and I sat on the porch by myself, the autumn wind blowing through my clothes.The sound of jujube selling came from outside the wall, and I felt very bleak and boring.Just wondering why I was so lonely, suddenly your laughter and noise came from outside the wall, and my melancholy dissipated immediately.Since then, I admit that you are my joy and comfort, and I also understand that as long as people have spring in their hearts, the autumn wind will not cause people to worry.But at that time, I never told you to know.Today, I suddenly remembered that although there was no sound of selling grapes and sweet dates here, it was raining and windy outside the window. ——For the sake of life, I have to leave, but I can't bear to leave, why do you comfort me? ... Twice a day, with the key, I went downstairs to the letter cabinet with mixed feelings of sorrow and joy. Through the glass, I couldn't see a piece of white paper.I took a closer look, and there really wasn't one.

Moved upstairs listlessly, more than once!Knowing that there are thousands of miles to go, you can't have faith every day, but you refused to leave these two times, why do you comfort me? The night is getting longer, and it is a good time to study. I would like to encourage you to study at a certain time after dinner with you across the earth.I'm afraid that when I'm under the lamp, you are in the classroom-you must always be with your mother when you go home!This kind of time is more expensive than gold, don't throw it lightly, you must know how the overseas sisters envy you! ——Usually at home, writing and reading at night, as long as there is no limit, anyway, when it is time to rest, my father or mother will come to urge me, put down my pen and laugh, and feel very happy. Now when it's late at night and people are tired, I can only tidy up by myself in boredom, and dream of returning home.younger brother!Thinking of me, you should try your best to enjoy the happy life in front of you! Chrysanthemums are on the market, and my father is busy again.How much are you planting this year?I have only daffodils on my desk, not yet in bloom, always in bud, always in hope, always arousing my joy. It's almost time for dinner.American girls really love to dress up, especially at night.The first time the bell rang, they were busy dressing and putting on powder, and put on evening makeup.Every night at the dinner table, everyone is gorgeous. "Smile beautifully, look forward to beautiful eyes, look at that beauty, and people from the West." I once joked and translated these four lines of poems to them.Concentrate on me from three to five, listening to each other, all laughing. I don't have much to say, only the word "treasure", I hope we will stick to each other! Bing Xin closed the Bi Tower on the night of October 24, 1923. If you are willing, you might as well share this letter with our children.The letters on the way are being sorted out, and I may not be able to write and send them within a day or two.It is also a comfort to say nothing!Another book. By". )