Chapter 21 send little readers

dear mother: When my mother saw this letter, she didn't know what emotion she felt. ——I once remembered that my mother had a daughter who lived by her side for twenty years, who made her laugh and troubled her.Six months ago, she went across the sea.She was ill again, resting in Sharang. This letter was written by her. Now she is alone under the lamp, hearing the melodious and sad music downstairs, and the laughter of many girls nearby, she just doesn't go out.She had just replied to a few letters from domestic friends when she suddenly felt a surge of emotion, which was the first time she had been startled since she arrived in Sharang.

People asked her how her homework was?Has Christmas ever been to Washington, New York?She didn't know what to answer. Time flew by before her eyes, she accomplished nothing, and she was sick and playing with herself. Her heart is knotted, and she doesn't know who to comfort her. ——With her weak wrist, she wrote countless words "It's not a farewell to the world!" on the shredded paper. She didn't realize it until the paper was full, and she didn't know where this sentence came from! Mother!I shouldn't say this, there are only "flowers", "light", and "love" in my life, there are only blessings in my life, there is no curse. ——But you should also feel the melancholy for a while!The sad and peaceful thoughts of those days, I, who live in blessing forever, can no longer support it.Look!The small boat was tossed and tossed in the raging waves, and the bewildered Zhouzi, holding the mast, wailed for the compassionate name of "Tianfei".When my heart boat is shaking in the ups and downs of thoughts, mother!Even if you are thousands of miles away, when you write the word "mother" on the paper, my heart of no master has already settled down.

The night of January 10th. As I write this last night, the nurse came in and urged me to sleep.Although there were infinite sorrows at that time, on the one hand, I was very fortunate to have her stop me. Otherwise, I would write as much as I can, and in the restless thoughts, I don’t know what kind of sentimental words I would have created! Mother!Today, Sharang is very windy and windy, the sky and the earth are white, and the grass and trees bow their heads.At five o'clock in the morning, I already feel that the morning glow is not a bright color, it's miserable green and strange red, it's terribly miserable!

It was only eight hours, and the wind and rain were blowing all over the sky. Everyone walked into their houses from the porch, pushing and closing the doors and windows desperately. In the vast expanse of whiteness, the mountains could not be seen.The torrential rain hit the window screen, hit the glass directly, and splashed in through the window gap.The strong wind flowed down the ridge of the roof, and the accumulated rain in the water hole was blown like a fountain.My boredom was blown away by this astonishing wind and rain.In the midst of the monotony of life, there was supposed to be a catastrophe. ——It suddenly occurred to me that if I were on a Yorkson boat at this time, there must be wonderful scenery in the Pacific Ocean.

Our life is too wordy, we just get up and sleep with the bell every day.Life during the day is not as lively as a dream.The greenness of the pine trees does not change, and the surrounding mountain scenery does not change.I suddenly hated why the pines and cypresses needed holly, otherwise there would be red, white, green and yellow for decoration after all. For the boring life like water, I miss my brothers even more!The girls here only bow their heads to embroider.When it is very still, you can even hear the sound of a needle passing through the cloth.I sometimes embroider and play, but I don’t take it as a daily lesson; I read some books, write some characters, or lean on the back to watch the children in the village, go skating outside the forest in the distance, or push a small sleigh cart.One day, Jingji had a whim, and wanted to buy some cannons to set off, to shake the silent mountain, and make it emit unprecedented echoes. ——Here, even in a dream, you can't see the firecrackers.

I've always wanted something that buzzed to play with.I often fantasize that there is a small pistol in my hand, I load it, raise the gun, pull it, and with a bang, it will pass through the iron window screen!Otherwise, a small air gun is also fine... But it is always a dream lurking in my heart.The world is not mine alone, and I cannot arbitrarily destroy the softness and peace in the corner of Sha Rang. Mother!My childlike innocence has completely returned.The most comfortable thing here is to live a life of individuality quietly.People can't just come and see, the certain time and the long distance of wind and snow all restrict them.So I sometimes don't even have to do two hours a day of meaningless dealings.In a sunny room with doors and windows open, or on a corner of the corridor, like a three-year-old child, he would sing along while busy playing, and sometimes say some silly things to himself.During the rest period, if I couldn't fall asleep occasionally, I would sing a hypnotic song for myself gently. — everything is perfect, except that there is no mother by my side!

All thoughts also develop unrestrainedly according to the path of a very young child: every day when I lie on the bed, when the nurse pushes me out of the room, I look up at her, thinking that she is my nurse, and this bed is my nurse. my cradle.I stare at the sky.There are three brightest stars.When the light clouds hide all the stars, only these three are still shining.One of them is a little farther away from the other two, and I regard him as my older brother, because he is a little older and able to be independent.The two next to each other are my second brother and little brother. They are younger. Although they are running around and playing, they always notice the other one, and they dare not run away. They know their own weakness. Often help each other.

These three stars are always the first to come out of the twilight, that I be the first to see; and the last to fade away in the morning light, and say "Farewell" to me after all the stars; so my love is born If you are in love, you can remember them during the day.At first I intentionally searched for their names in the book of stars, but today, I don’t want to look for them anymore, I have already named them. Their overall name is "Brother Stars", and the names of their individual stars are mine. The names of the three younger brothers. Three bright and joyful stars in my soul.Tender, inexpressible, child of the soul! ——"Stars" IV

Now that I recall it again, I don't know if it is the younger brother or the star! ——Thinking about it from now on, the quiet and beautiful moon is naturally my mother.I woke up in the middle of the night, opened my eyes and saw her, high in the sky, as if looking down at me, and I was relieved, and I fell asleep peacefully in the light of her love.The bright and brave sun in the morning is naturally the father.He came up from the treetop on the other side of the mountain gracefully, and he said to me in a gentle and serious way: "It's another day!" I sat up happily, put on my clothes and walked into the house from the porch .

Besides the sky full of stars, that's all my dear ones.In this way, I loved the stars and many sisters and friends at the same time. ——Only children's thoughts are wise, I would like to always think so; I would like to always believe so! There was still a storm outside the window, and I happened to recall a poem: The title is "The Little Mystic" written by Louis Untermeyer, which I recorded and translated below; Is there any words of insanity like wisdom? The Young Mystic Wesattogethercloseandwarm, My little tired boy and I— Watching across the evening sky The coming of the storm. Norumblings rose, nothunderscrashed,

Thewest-Windscarcelysangloud; But from mahuge and solid cloud The summer lightning flashed, And then hewhispered "Father, Watch; I think God Asgoing to light Hismoon”—— "AndWhen,myboy"—"Oh very soon: Isaw Him strikes a match! " The general idea is: Sitting next to each other very warmly, staring at the evening sky, The storm is coming.The west wind does not blow carelessly; only in the dense clouds that have accumulated, There is a flash of light. Then he whispered to me, "Father, look; I think God's going to light his moon—" "Son, when will..." "Ah, soon. I saw him stroke the lamp! " The wind and rain continued.The snow on the mountain was completely melted by the rain and the wind.I have to write some other words in the afternoon, so I stopped here.Mother, I want to pass this letter on to the children as well. Whenever I think of them, I feel indebted to them.The broken drafts of the communication on the way are all locked in the empty room of Guanbi Building.They are trying every means to prevent me from writing, and I dare not ask them for it.I have never made a wish lightly, and I broke an exception for no reason, leaving me with a heartbroken day and night; but for the sake of the child, I have never regretted this wish for a while.I only hate that I am sorry for them who are busy first and then sick. ——Infinite homesickness, close together with this letter, mother, I really don’t want to write, my daughter who is recuperating on the overseas mountains, I wish you all the best!Bing Xin January 11, 1924, Sharang, Qingshan. my little friend: Woke up at dusk, wandered around to the west corridor to see a sick girl. While standing in front of her bed and talking, she looked up and saw a star shining brightly on the pine tree, she said: "This is the first star you see tonight, please tell it your wish!" ——At the same time, she hummed a ditty in a low voice, which was: StarlightStarbrightFirststarIseeto-nightWishImayWishImightHavethewishIwishtomight Children: This is a very soft nursery rhyme. I don't want to translate it.Because the nursery rhymes are all good at rhyme, once they are translated into Chinese characters, they don't sound good when they are read out. The general idea is the two sentences she said to me. ——If you can read it yourself, or if your sisters, brothers, aunts and mothers can teach you how to read it, that would be even better. ——When she said this, I didn't think about it for a while. I clasped my hands and said to the sky: "I hope that my mother who is thousands of miles away will not worry about me who is safe and happy!" Counting today or tomorrow, it will be the day my mother receives my letter reporting that I have gone to the mountains due to illness. On December 19 last year, I sent a letter to a friend in China, saying: "The Sharang Nursing Home is as cold as a snow cave. I have to be in the wind all day long. You people around the stove, how do you know that I am fighting for my life in the ice and snow! "Thinking about it now, I feel that those words are too meaningless, too resentful, I have never heard of such a gentle way of earning life!" Birth, old age, sickness, and death are important and unavoidable things in life.No matter how noble and great a person is, he can't do anything about his personal affairs.At this time, I can only regard myself as a third party, standing aside and listening to the arrangement of nature.My little friend, when I stared intently at Good Fortune to arrange my destiny, I couldn't help admiring him for his thoughtfulness and mystery. Usually, I hurried past Weibing Lake several times a day, watching the sunset while thinking about my homework.Leisurely rowing a boat, looking up at the twinkling lake waves, looking down at the ticking watch that kills time, it is really painful in my heart, but there is no reason to let go of business all day to enjoy nature.The Creator clearly saw my secrets, frowned, and gently bestowed on me a disease, which was specially cured by abandoning everything and swimming in the sea of ​​nature. What about now?I live the life of a flower, growing in broad daylight, in the breeze and drizzle; I live the life of a bird, swimming on the top of the mountain and in the water, and living in the nest bed surrounded by the air above and below; I live the life of a bird. The life of water flows freely; the life of clouds flows freely.Dozens and hundreds of pages of wonderful poems and poetic talks are gone when they are picked up and read as homework.Now I no longer do the foolish things that spoil the scenery, and now I slowly pick up the short poems of four lines and six lines, recite them repeatedly, and meditate silently. I love to hear the crushed snow and light rain, I love to watch the bright moon and stars, all the worldly worries in the past have occupied my spiritual palace.Occasionally I raised my eyes, occasionally I listened, and I hurriedly retracted my heart again, never letting it go unrestrained.Now, my heart, I don't know how to describe it, it is like a moth emerging from its cocoon, like an eagle soaring into the sky... Crushed snow and light rain are on the eaves, and the bright moon and stars are beside the lanyard. If you don’t see it, you have to see it, and if you don’t hear it, you have to listen. What’s more, I am sick, and I should take them as my second life.Before I was ill, I would like to take them as my second life, but why can't I? The beauty of this story is more than that, - "How many miles should I walk on the mountain in a day", when this sentence comes from the mouth of the funny doctor, I don't know how to cheer and praise him!kid!The roaming career begins now! Behind the mountain is a flat path in the forest, winding and winding in the shadow of the sun, I don't know how far it is.I only went to one end, where there was a big rock.When I climbed on the top and looked out, I saw pine trees all over the mountain.Whenever I want to meditate, I go this way.Walking alone with my head bowed, I heard dry leaves and dead branches chattering on top of the tree.The thin ice on the grass makes a rustling sound when I step on it. At this time of year, in the shadows of the forest, I feel sad and sad. In front of the mountain is a layer upon layer of mountains, wide and open, boundless and infinitely full of sunshine.At the end of the layer field is a big ice lake, surrounded by hills and high trees, which is the place for children to skate.I like to fly across the lake most.Whenever I want to be active, I take this path.I am bathed in the warm sunshine, sitting on the ground under the root of the tree, looking up at the endless dazzling silver sea of ​​flowers.I think how big the world is and how small human beings are.When the icy lake slipped away under my feet on the way home, the breeze passed through my ears, and I was happy to detach myself, as if I had gained something. In the summer of three years ago in Xishan, Beijing, I wrote a small text, I don’t remember it very well, it is about: Can talk to nature.It's planned rock nod Flowers laugh. Creator!In the future of our Xingchi On the road station and then placed far away Deep valleys for a few mornings! It turned out that the deep valleys that the Creator had arranged for me for several mornings were in Sharang, tens of thousands of miles away from Beijing. How could I be "unintentional", and how could the Creator be "intentional"? ——I still recall that there is "Konggu Foot Sound" and Du Fu's poem "A Peerless Beauty Lives Secluded in the Konggu". Have the children read it?I recited it over and over again, and only remembered that "there is a beautiful woman in the past, who lives in a secluded valley; from Yunliang's family, scattered among the grass and trees... Plucking flowers without inserting hair, picking cypresses and moving them full - the weather is cold and the green sleeves are thin, and the sun is leaning on the pruning bamboo. "These eight sentences come. They went again at dusk. At that time, I remembered, "I don't see the ancients before, and I don't see those who come later. I think about the long distance of heaven and earth, and I feel sad and weep." On the way home, I also chanted "Yun Wuxin came out of Xiu, and the bird was tired and flew back. Will enter, caress the lonely pine and linger." Children, I hope you read the books of the ancients with your heart. They often say what you want to say in a certain environment! Spring has smiled in the clouds and is coming.Then I have more tender news to report to you.I walked away day by day, and gradually found several broken bridges and flowing water.Just imagine, with nothing stuck in your chest, day by day, north, south, east, and west, trying to lift the curtain of nature, and stepping into the fairy palace... Such a disease, such a life, children, please thank me.There are only blessings and no curses in my life! It's time to rest, let's lie down and watch the stars.My little friends, I wish you all the best with infinite joy.Bing Xin, on the night of January 15, 1924, Sha Rang. On the wide hall, green curtains hang down on all sides.A few girls were sitting on a bench in front of a corner window, whispering and talking.A soft violin is played in a chatterbox.I am writing this letter at the square table in the middle.A girl sat across from me and made a portrait of me, and she asked me to look up at her from time to time.I listened to the violin and other people's laughter, and my heart was flowing slowly, while I stopped writing from time to time to concentrate.When I finished writing, I re-read it, and felt that it was too disorderly, and the preface was wrong and the postscript was wrong.However, it is indeed a trace of the joyful spring of the heart, no need to sort it out, and it will be paid by late post. Income "Send to Little Readers". )