Chapter 23 send little readers

Kind children: If there is still a gap in your great love, I would like to introduce some lovely girls, and I hope you will take pity on them! M lives in the room next to me, a naive and completely neurotic girl.A little bit of surprise and joy can greatly stimulate and disturb her.She has been bedridden for four and a half years, and she hasn't seen any significant improvement so far. Often just as she feels better, the temperature rises again at night. After reading the thermometer, she can hear her lying on her pillow and whimpering.She has a perfectly happy family, but was isolated due to illness. ——My childlike innocence was completely caused by her.She often sat on the bed and murmured to herself: "My father loves me, my mother loves me, I love..." I listened to what she said, but she said "I love myself".I laughed unconsciously, and she laughed too.Her delicate and miserable appearance has won the love and affection of many female companions.

R is in the next room to M again, she is loved by everyone, and she loves everyone. And very skillful, with needles and pens, you can make many wonderful and fun things.These days, I am learning Chinese characters with me. I taught her the words "heaven", "earth" and "human" on the first day.She said: "You Chinese are too mysterious, why do you read such tall characters when you are just learning, we are just learning like 'cat' and 'dog'."I laughed and felt that what she said was reasonable.She learned very fast, with a clear accent, and her handwriting was very square.In addition, she measures the weather table in the hospital, she plays the piano on Sunday, she takes care of the newspapers that the patients read, and she also holds the key to the library.She has neck-length short hair and likes nature. She has been hospitalized for six months.

E is only eighteen years old, and yesterday was her birthday.She has no parents, only a brother. Nineteen months ago, she was very ill and sent here.It's better now, but still very thin.She likes to call people "Mom" or "Sister".She eagerly longs for others' love and sympathy, but she can bear it without revealing it, and often tries to make herself lively and joyful in loneliness.However, every time after the doctor's injection, the door of the room was opened, and she was seen buried in a high pillow, with tears running down her cheeks—such a beautiful time!Such a life!

D is an Irish girl, and she often asks me about my family situation during conversations with me, especially my father. I just ask and answer carelessly.Later, others told me that her father was a drunken man who abused his children from time to time.Her family life was very miserable.Because she avoided her father, she lived with her grandmother, and when she heard people talking about her love, she often shed tears.Yesterday I got a letter from home, and she happened to be next to her, and she asked enviously, "Is this from your father? What a thick letter!" Fortunately, she didn't know Chinese characters, so I quickly said, "No! , this is from my mother, my father is very busy and doesn’t write to me often.” She blushed and smiled, seemingly relieved.In fact, every time my family letter is a few pieces of paper from each of my parents and younger brothers!I think the greatest misfortune in life is to lose love to my parents.I can't close my eyes and think about it, and I dare not close my eyes and think about it.Poor sick and seriously wounded child!

A lives in a small building behind the courtyard, and I don't see her often.Looking back from that time in the dining room by chance, she accidentally smiled at me. Under the long eyelashes, there was a quiet and chaste look in her eyes, which was definitely not the attitude of a Westerner.After leaving the dining room, I visited her name and where she lived.That night, in her building, I talked for half an hour, and I was shocked by her shyness and gentleness; when talking about the sea view, she even gave me a picture of a lighthouse.She has been in the hospital for two years, and according to others, there has been no improvement.She lies on a small corridor all day long. In front of the corridor is a deep forest with winding paths, and behind the corridor is a small bridge and flowing water.She told me that whenever there was a violent storm, looking at the desolate environment, and thinking of the word "life", I was always disturbed.I comforted her, and she thanked her too, but each had tears!

Are there more than a few suffering people?Due to limited spirit, I can't say more! Woke up at dawn this morning.Xiaoxing shimmers, Wansong is in the mist, I sit up and put on my clothes. Raising my eyes to the end of the corridor, I stared at the short beds connecting each other, on the snow-white pillow, the girl who turned around in her dream.I just feel that strange sorrow is coming from the sky.Why is there love in life, love is for these people!These painful hearts need infinite sympathy and compassion.After all, I am too insignificant by myself. I can only turn to the pure and great children thousands of miles away to pray to the heavens!

kid!In order to communicate with you, I have been severely reprimanded by many friends, accusing me of not dedicating myself to you only with sentimental thoughts.Children should not read more of this kind of text, nor should I write more of this kind of text.For the spiritual happiness and peace of both the children and myself, I can only be ashamed to thank them for their advice.However, life is not only joyous and funny. On the one hand, sickness and parting are just the fruit of happiness with sour juice. In the quiet sorrow, there is infinite solemnity.In a great life, this ingredient is needed.Fan Zhongyan said: "Worry about the world first." The Buddha said: "If I don't go to hell, who will go to hell?" What's more, all these are the elements that make up life. , why hide the cute little friend?I accidentally experienced these things in the past six months, and it is not too inappropriate to talk about it with my children.

I am much better than them, I have a happy and happy family, and I did not destroy the source of thought in the first step.I can walk around freely, looking for seclusion and victories, unlike them who linger on the mattress and face the green hills in a corner all day long.Anyway, I was already a guest, at school and in the mountains, it was the same; if someone came to see it, I was naturally happy, but if no one came, I didn't feel particularly disappointed or sad.Their hometown is very close, but they left their parents due to illness. The dear ones often complained and lamented because they couldn't see each other because of the wind, rain and snow, and the difficult mountain roads.

A whole year and a month, surrounded by resentment, hope and pain, such a life! One and two, two and three inferences go on, the weak, sick and suffering in the world are not just a corner of Sha Rang?Children, you may see more than me. Whose responsibility is it to support and comfort you?Don't be tempted to see this!It is empty of the passionate love that God has given us! So, little friends, what we can do, a flower, a picture, a gentle sympathy, a attentive visit, or even a look of pity, we don’t feel that we have spent much effort, but in The monotonous and bitter life, the sick who live like years, has already received a gift from heaven.The visit is over, the flowers are gone, after we have forgotten them for a long time, they are still on the leisurely sick bed, there are infinite thanks, memories and low spirits!

Needless to say, I received gifts from several children during my illness.In your complete and strong love, you can add to the cake and achieve benefits by submitting books and donating gifts. My little friends, I have nothing to say, I just hold my hands together and praise your purity and greatness. Now I ask you to commemorate these people, although they are all overseas, but when you recall these many suffering children, you may be able to understand and sympathize with the sick in front of you with your heart.Children, it is useless to be lingered thousands of miles away, "Nourish your spirit with great ideas"!The sympathy that will help you build a great cause in the future is cultivated from this fragmentary compassion.

Writing this letter on the corridor in the wind and snow, not only my hands are cold, but my mind is also frozen. I read a book written by a Chinese friend in Boston for no reason, and I was deeply moved. She reminded me!What day is it today, it is the New Year's Eve of the motherland, among the red lights and green wine, I don't know how much laughter there is.Here, there are only empty mountains in the silence of wind and snow... No more writing, my warm and loyal friends, hereby wish you a completely rejoicing New Year!Bing Xin February 4, 1924, Sha Rang.Communication Sixteen Second Brother Uncle Bing I have been infinitely comforted by the receipt of your two long and earnest letters.yes! "The sunshine passing through the gaps of the pine trees is the messenger of your brother's greetings; the cool wind at night is the consolation of the brothers and sisters!" Good brother!I love and appreciate your poetic words of comfort! Unexpectedly, I received a selection of famous words from you in the past. I like it so much that I can't say it.My father said that I am afraid I already have it. I have an anthology of ancient and modern poetry, which is placed on the bookshelf in Guanbilou.It's a shame that as soon as I wrote a letter asking for Chinese books, they would obstruct and evade in every possible way.It seems that all Chinese books are full of difficult philosophies, and it seems to consume infinite brainpower just by reading them. I couldn't bear to disobey their kindness very much, so I finally read some short poems I brought from the hospital over and over again.I received the selection of words last night, and looked at each page carefully, thinking, it’s rare that I have a caring little brother. This term seems to be chosen slightly on the delicate side, and typos are also found from time to time.But generally speaking, it's good. You ask me before and after I went to China, which part of the environment is more poetic?I undoubtedly want to say, "Naturally after going to the country!" In the city of Beijing, the first condition is not to be able to face lakes and mountains day and night.Another thing is that the mood of the guest seems to be easier to understand the poems. Leaving the banks of the Huangpu River, in a boat in the Pacific Ocean, with the blue sky and blue sea, and traveling alone, I often recalled the two sentences "the sea goes straight down thousands of miles, and no one would say that this is suffering". Because I accidentally saw all the people in the same boat, when Yilan looked down at the splashing waves at the bow, there seemed to be a slight sadness in his brows. When I arrived in Wellesley, Weibing Lake was my only good friend.Either by the water or on the water, there is no less than a day. The day before my mother's birthday, I went to the lake again. I felt nostalgic by the water, and suddenly remembered Zuo Fu's "waves wash the sand": "The water is soft and the sound of oars is soft, the grass is green and Fangzhou, and the green peaches and trees hide the red building; it is the soul of the spring mountain, which is recruited into a lonely boat. The dream of the country has never ceased, causing so much sorrow? After Zhongzhou, Fuzhou: Throwing and Bajiang River To the sea, don't look back!" Feeling that the scene was all right, he picked up a piece of lake stone and carved it with a knife: "The dream of the country never ends, what makes you worry about it?" Two sentences were thrown into the heart of the lake from a distance, and I walked around without looking back. Come.From that day on, I believe that this small stone will always be in the middle of the lake until the end of the world.As long as the water of the lake does not dry up and the stones of the lake do not rot, the heart of my hometown that is entrusted to it will be indelible forever! American houses, except for the cities, are often surrounded by mountains and rivers, small and exquisite, with mixed flowers and plants beside the fence outside the window, which really fits the meaning of the word "it's a house with a deep green door".It's just that there is no wall, there is more than enough space, but not enough depth.Passers-by on the road can see green sleeves and red makeup through the window, and can hear the sound of piano and laughter.In the words, "The setting sun shines on the deep courtyard", "How deep is the courtyard", "If you don't roll up the bead curtain, people are in the deep place", "The swing inside the wall is outside the wall", "The silver man is a red wall, separated by a distance. "Wait, it's useless here! The forests are deep and the trees are dense in the fields, and the roads are also built according to the heights of the mountains, winding and winding, which is full of natural interest.I think it will be more beautiful when wild flowers are everywhere in spring.It's just a parade over the mountains and mountains, and the city walls, monks and temples can no longer be seen. "The winding path leads to a secluded place, and the Zen house is deep in vegetation", "The fairy in the flower palace is far away, the moon is hidden in the high city, and the bell leak is thin", "A lonely city with Wanren Mountain", "Drinking will be boring and sleeping on the city head", "Long smoke and sunset Sentences such as "the lonely city is closed", "the curtains are rolling, the stars are sparse, the gardens are quiet, and the bells and drums of the strict city are hidden" are all useless here! In short, here is the meaning of "New World", and traces of the early development of Hongling can be seen everywhere.The country is ancient and majestic. Although there are only decadent and peeling city walls and palaces, they all make people think of "looking up and wanting to climb and bow down". The lovely and respectable motherland of 5,000 years! Reminiscing about going south to Xia, passing Suzhou in the morning, the train runs parallel to the city wall for several miles.The city is filled with damp smoke, small boats are tied in the moat, and the towers protrude from the top of the city, which is actually a picture.At that time, I had already thought of leaving the country, and this scene would never be seen again! When it comes to life in the mountains, apart from reading books and traveling in the mountains, talking and laughing with female companions, there is no other daily routine.The poems of my family Ling Yungong, such as "Sleeping and thanking others, disappearing into the cloud peaks, rocks and gullies for eyes and ears, love and sound insulation", and "When I traveled to Beijing in the past, I did not waste hills and valleys. Loneliness... Lying sick and abundant in leisure time, writing in pen and ink time, looking at the past and the present with embrace, sleeping and eating and playing jokes... All things are difficult and joyful, Dasheng is fortunate to be trustworthy" and other sentences have described my life to the fullest, let alone myself! I also suddenly recalled Du Fu's "I am homesick, step on the moon and stand at night, and remember my brother looking at the clouds and white day to sleep" and Su Dongpo's "Being idle due to illness is not evil, and peace of mind is medicine and there is no prescription". One word cannot be changed!The green hills are full of pines, the ground is covered with snow, and the scenery under the moonlight is so quiet that it cannot be described. After dinner, I often stand in front of the building, and I can't help feeling nostalgic in the cold light.Also, 3:00 to 5:00 in the afternoon is the rest time. How can I sleep during the day?Naturally, I just lie down and watch the clouds rise in the sky, especially at this time, I often read the family letters and recall my younger brothers. ——Bing Zhong was afraid that I would not be able to write more newsletters during my illness, but I didn't know that I was more relaxed and my mood was clearer during my illness, so I wrote more than usual.And since I got sick, I haven't used a little bait. It's really "relief is better than medicine". Read more ancient sentences, so that you can write less.On the one hand, he is pleased with the compatibility with the ancients, and on the other hand, he sighs that "I hate not to dance for thousands of years, and I will say it before the ancients say it". ——I have said too much, it was all your anthology, which caused me to lose my book bag for a long time, whose fault is it?smile! There are times when Qingshan is really beautiful.On February 7th, after five days of wind and snow, thousands of trees were covered with a layer of ice crust.Get up early and the very bright morning sun shines from the east, illuminating these icy trees and jade branches, with a cold light.Going down the stairs, walking in a zigzag way through the snowy forest, looking back by chance, walking through the ice jade bushes.In the corner of the small building, I can faintly see my curtain.Although ordinary high places are extremely cold, this Qionglou Yuyu is actually in the world, not in the sky. On the morning of the 9th, I went out on a sleigh with my girlfriend.The two horses galloped up and down the green hills.All the way in the depths of the forest, the ice branches brushed against the clothes, snapping crisply.The snow is pressing on the ground, not an inch of soil is visible, it is a world without any dust.The most beautiful thing is that the ice beads are strung on the branches of wild cherry, red and white, shining brightly towards the sun. It feels like a treasure in the world, there is no such brilliance! On the way, the female companion points to a green hill in the distance, which rises and falls at the end of the sky.I suddenly thought that I was really far away from home, and even the green hills were not the Central Plains anymore.At this moment, I suddenly feel leisurely. --younger brother!I always want to use "truth" as the only condition for writing, but in calculation, not only the writing before going to China is not "true", but also the writing after going to China is not as "true" as possible. I firmly believe that whether it is human feelings or physical scenery, at the "end", it is absolutely impossible to express or write.No matter how many times I write and want to say something, I just can't find words worthy of describing these emotional scenes in the language, and the result is just to stop writing, just speechless.When I was very unwilling to lose these scenes, I could only trace a few words at random to leave some impressions. You might as well just draw a few ink lines on the paper like the ancients used to tie knots to keep track of things.As long as he sees these ink stains in the future, he can reproduce the past in a vague and misty artistic conception, which is more than enough. Before going abroad, words were more than emotions.After going to the country, emotions are more than words.Although the environment is often beautiful and beautiful to write about, I often can't write about it.Xin You'an's "Luo Fu Mei" said: "Young people don't know the feeling of sorrow, and love to go to the upper floors; in love with the upper floors, they forcefully express their sorrows in order to write new words. Now that they know all the sorrows, they want to say it and give up; if they want to say it, they say, 'It's a cool autumn'." It really makes me feel so sad.Although he only said the word "sorrow", it has covered everything else! ——I really don’t know the pain that words and emotions cannot express each other. Is it only me who is the recipient, or is everyone like this? A Beijing proverb says: "Clouds cover the moon on the 15th of August, and snow lights up the lights on the 15th of the first lunar month." In the Mid-Autumn Festival last year, there was no moon here.On the fourteenth night of the lunar calendar, the moon is shining brightly.I was thinking that the eastern proverbs cannot be applied to the western celestial phenomena. Who knows that the Lantern Festival night is really raining and snowing.Eighteen nights later, every night I dream of waking up to see the moon.I only feel that on the empty pillow, the dream and the moon continue.It’s best to stay close to two nights. When you wake up, it’s almost dawn, the sky is blue, there is a golden moon, and a big star hangs in the crescent not far away.In the cloudless sky, there is only one star and one moon, and the scene is really wonderful. How is Yuan Ye? ——I heard that Zui Mingye, at the banquet at home, my mother missed me, but you brothers would comfort each other with jokes, it really is that the grass has become a stick!Apart from laughing, I would like to thank you. The paper is exhausted, no more talk. ——I thought this letter might as well be passed on to the children for reading. Bing Xin March 1, 1924, Sharang, Qingshan. It was later included in "Send to Young Readers". )