Chapter 28 send little readers

kid: Long time no see, my dear little friend!I remember that I have not communicated with you for many days, this is not my original intention.Occasionally, due to delays in returning mail, it may be lost.I feel that although I am sick, I must write, but you who are thousands of miles away cannot read it. The doctor advised me to rest as much as possible, so I simply stopped. Since I corresponded with you, my life has been either sick or busy.Now I have to write a long letter to you while the illness is gone, and before I am busy with the future, I will add a lot of things from the past.

Would you like me to start from last year?I know that children never tire of hearing old stories.But I can't go into great detail, I can only give a rough idea as far as my vague memory is concerned, and I just want to connect this broken link.Otherwise, if I fly from Kobe to Wellesley all of a sudden, the children must find it too abrupt! On the morning of the 20th, I went ashore with many people.From a distance, I saw the big anchor made of green grass on the anchor mountain, pressed in the middle of the mountain, and the green was very beautiful. Kobe's street market is not much different from China's.The shops on both sides are relatively small.The toys and children's books displayed in the windows are colorful and extremely eye-catching.Many children looked around.Japanese children's clothes are more attractive than our Huacan.Their round white faces, jet-black eyes, and thick black hair make them very cute.

The few houses at the foot of the mountain are very elegant, with wooden walls and bamboo windows, flowers protruding from the walls, and there are small bridges and flowing water outside the walls. ——We wanted to go up the mountain to see the male and female valleys——there are two waterfalls.While walking up, I met my companions on the boat who were running down the mountain, and said that the time was approaching.We were afraid that the ship would sail away, so we had to go back to the ship. When they landed, everyone went to the post office to buy stamps and send letters.The Kobe post office is overwhelmed by Chinese students.Unceasing divorce!After just three days in the country, do you have so many things to say to your family and friends?

When they came back, someone joked and said: "What good is the vernacular! We don't understand the Japanese language, and some people who speak English don't understand it. After writing, ask them 'Where is the most lively place? ' They were dumbfounded.Ask them 'Where is the most prosperous? But they all suddenly realized, so they pointed us to the lively places to go, you see! "I couldn't help laughing. It was approaching Yokohama at dusk.Covered by white clouds above and below, the setting sun turned out to be the color of vermilion, like a Japanese red paper lantern—this was originally a connection between associations.

The continuous mountain is also very beautiful to look at Yilan.At this time, I used a few tin tubes of Shengkuai mirror film, packed a few small notes, sealed it, threw it into the sea, and let it float. On the paper I wrote: No matter which fisherman picks it up, I wish you luck.With the sincerity of the oriental people, I pray to God to bless you, fisherman on the eastern waters! And "I want to go back by the wind, but I am afraid that Qionglou Yuyu, the heights will be too cold!" and so on. When we arrived in Yokohama, it was just a passing station, because we had been going to Tokyo by train.We first went to the China Youth Association, and then went to a Japanese restaurant to eat Japanese food.The name of the store seems to be "Tianxiang Pavilion", but I can't remember it.I am not used to taking off my shoes and entering the door, everyone can't stop laughing.The maids are all barefoot, and they don't understand what to say, so they can only look at each other and smile.Sitting on the ground, looking up at the walls and windows, they are all made of wood, as smooth as a wipe.The window is gloomy, clean and elegant.We only eat white rice, beef, dry noodles, side dishes, very simple.The meals were all tough, I only ate a little and put it down.

After the meal, it rained heavily, but our tour did not stop because of this, but we couldn't calm down either. The car sped through the rain.Such as Hibiya Park, Yasukuni Shrine, museums, etc., pass by in a hurry.I only feel that I have visited six or seven places, all of which are going up and down, and I can't leave any impression at all.Looking at flowers on a horse, or looking at flowers in fog, you can't see them clearly, let alone driving in the rain.I was a little hot again, and I was even more unbearable in the rain. I didn't have the energy to browse. There are only two places, which I remember very vividly.

One is the Double Bridge Palace, a small long bridge, a white stone railing, and a palace wall behind a river.With my busy mind, I suddenly woke up. I got out of the car to take pictures. I saw the police approaching from a distance. I knew that I wanted to interfere, so I quickly pressed the button and got into the car again. ——It's a pity that it was taken in the rain, and the scenery couldn't be washed out, but I still keep this film.I heard that after the earthquake, the imperial palace also collapsed. I had to catch a glimpse before the disaster. Poor scorched earth! There are also the memorials of the Sino-Japanese victory in the Yushu Hall and the pictures of the war on the wall. Looking around, the blood of the soldiers in my heart boils like a fountain.My child, I am a weak person, and I will never restrain my own emotional fluctuations.I am a person without doctrine, and obviously I am not a nationalist. Although my blood was boiling and my head was dizzy at that time, I sat down involuntarily.But amidst the sighs and resentments of my companions, I still didn't say a word.

I am very sorry that I am telling you this.Although my heart is rich with the blood of soldiers, I always love the Japanese, and I never have any humiliation or hatred.Just for the sake of "justice", I seem to be unable to bear the oppression of human beings by human beings! Of course I love my brother, we were originally in the same spirit.If I have a piece of fine cake that I can't eat, when he asks for it, I will pass it to him with a smile.But if he tries to be brave and fights with me involuntarily, for the sake of "justice" and to guide him on the path of "righteousness", I will fight vigorously and with full of love, and I will break the cake at all costs. !

Please forgive me for speaking these nerve-wracking words to you!Let this word spin around in your hearts.I am afraid when I tell others, but I feel safe when I tell you, because you have the most innocent and holy judgments. On the five o'clock tram, we returned to the Yokohama boat. Fever and rain, I don't feel well today.Most of the people in the boat went ashore, and I sat and guarded the boat by myself.Sitting alone on the deck, thinking of the complicated sound of clogs at the station yesterday, and the song "God bless my mother" they sang on the boat the day before yesterday, my mood was very messy and restless.The sun is hot and hot, and I feel dizzy when I look down at the various small trades on the pier, and the noise of people.

The companions all came back, and the boat set off again in the afternoon.From then on, I gradually lost sight of the land in the east, and when I reached the end of the sea, when I saw the land again, the human customs and customs were different, and I felt sad for it. At this time, Zeng wrote a letter in a hurry and wanted to send it to you. After finishing writing, I took it out of the cabin in a hurry, and the ship has slowly left the shore. "It's been more than ten days since this mistake! I sadly threw this letter into the sea. That night, I dreamed that my mother came, touched my forehead, and said: "It's very hot, just take a few mouthfuls of medicine." She held a medicine cup in her hand and asked me to drink it. I saw the medicine as yellow water, and I breathed After finishing the drink, I dreamed that it smelled like orange juice.When I woke up, I could only hear the roaring sea breeze outside the round window, turned over and fell asleep again.The fever subsided the next day.After the twenty-fourth day, life in Zhouzhong, surrounded by the sea, was very blurry, and I couldn't keep things in my diary, so I only talked briefly.

In the second-class and third-class cabins, there were many refugees from Russia who went to the United States. There were more than a hundred men, women and children.The Russians are natural musicians. Every night, on the top floor, listen to them playing the harp below.In the sound of sea waves, the melody of the piano is even more desolate and mixed, like weeping and complaining.The same people who left home to go to the country, even though we have different words, different words, and different thoughts, in this poignant pleasure, the emotions of love for another have been deeply communicated! The moon was bright that night, and listening to the sound of the piano, I couldn't bear to go down the cabin.Wearing a felt on your shoulders, chatting against the mighty sea breeze. The boat just rides the wind and waves and goes straight to the strange land.The lamentation in the sound of the zither has asked us to carry thousands of leaves away with us so hard, what is the name?For profit?Why? "I ask you why you are so light about parting, how many moons can you spend in a year?" I have nothing to answer when I ask myself! If it weren't for the laughter coming down from the highest level, which broke my emotions, I'm afraid I would be independent until dawn that night! Some of the companions initiated the collection of food and fruit, and donated them to the refugee children.We gathered some Chinese students and other passengers and sent them to the second class. There are many children among them, and the female companions sometimes bring a few small ones up to play, they are extremely cute.But once, because of this, I felt sad and injustice again. There is a child who is less than two years old and the most petite and obedient.He refused to ask me to hug him, but he managed to coax me over slowly with sugar, cakes, and squeaking toys.He got acquainted with me, put down and walked on the ground, he walked slowly from the middle of the soft chair, and then came back and threw himself on my lap.We were laughing, and when we looked up, his father was standing by the door of the wide hall.I think he can't be over fifty years old, but his white hair and wrinkles on his face vividly describe the upheaval and misfortune of his life, and it seems that he is more than sixty years old.He looked at his son, with tears in those compassionate eyes.Children, the tears shed from the most loving are the most sacred things in the world.Crystal clear tearful eyes are the most solemn and dignified painting!Every time I see a virgin or a child, tears of sorrow or righteous indignation, a woman or an old man, tears of kindness and pity, after two glistening teardrops that are about to fall, they will emit awe-inspiring holy light!Children, I am most in awe of this, seeing this often makes me dare not look up! This time was no exception, I just lowered my head and helped the child walk.The maid in the first-class cabin—the one who takes care of people who are seasick—suddenly spotted by the door.She looked at the Russian with cold eyes, and said, "Who told you to come in the first class, go, go, get off!" This poor old man C Luanao is dead.With a hurried face and a reluctant smile, he took the child from my hand and hugged him with humiliation* Let him come?No loving father would hand over his beloved son to a stranger who had come up to look after his son.I carried this child in my arms, but I couldn't protect his father!Suddenly, I felt very depressed.Just looking at the fat nurse, I must not have a happy expression on my face, but she looked at me with a guilty smile.I looked around and there were many people in the hall, all of them seemed to be indifferent. I went down to the cabin, and at the dinner table, I never said a word! The Chinese students held two entertainment parties, and they both discussed with the ship owner to invite these Russians to come up and have fun with us, but the ship owner refused.Respectable Chinese youth do not want to use money as the limit for enjoying happiness. The motivation is sacred.Although the result was not as expected, the world of Datong came from countless attempts and struggles! The waiters in Yorkson's boat are all from Cantonese, China.Nine-tenths of the first-class passengers on this ship were young Chinese, which gave them great joy.The most respectable thing is that they are very concerned about the public opinion of the Americans on the ship towards the Chinese students.A day or two before the ship arrived in Seattle, they used the collective name to write an article encouraging Chinese students to fight for the country, and posted it on the deck.The writing is not very fluent, but the meaning of the words is very sincere. I only remember one sentence, which is what it is: "Cantonese people who have crossed the ocean", which tells about their own wanderings and the contempt of Westerners.Naturally, the Chinese youth replied their letter sincerely. There is nothing to see at sea, and watching the sunset is actually interesting enough, but it is difficult to describe.I saw a flying fish with two locust-like wings on its back.I saw two big whales, I couldn't see the body of the fish, I could only see them spraying water from a distance. What else is there to say, life on board is just like a winter party or summer party, many companions are together, walking around, but they can't get out of the range of the ship.Except for a few fun fairs and lectures, talking, looking at the sea, and writing letters gradually passed away day by day. Between crossing the Pacific Ocean, there is an extra day in the sky, that is, there are two August 28th.Since then, the days we have spent are different from those in the motherland!The hometown soul in the dream, when we fly back to our homeland, our family members are busy in broad daylight.People who leave!Can't even meet when souls come and go?Arrived in Victoria (Victoria) in the morning after September 1, and saw land again.Feelings abound! The sunrise over the sea that morning was extremely beautiful.The sand gulls flew in groups, and from the edge of the small island, above the green waves, they gently swayed out of the small boat. I didn't sleep well all night, and when the sea breeze blows, I feel a little melancholy.Photographers came on board, forcing us to sit under the scorching sun for a long time, and the national flag and national anthem made a fuss for half a day.On the mainland, there are so many things in the world! The boat slowly entered Seattle (Seattle).There are many blond people on the pier, running back and forth, it is really different from the day of boarding the boat!Everyone got off the boat in a hurry, went to the side of the bridge, looked back, and saw the cruise ship Yorkson silently moored by the shore. I feel sad for no reason!Since then, more than one hundred and sixty young men and women have become wandering Fengping.It's also a little drunken breakup! Seattle is a city surrounded by three mountains and two lakes.Even the beginning and end of the street are undulating, but the scenery is very quiet.Fifty years ago, this city was still a wilderness, but now it is beautifully maintained, which shows that the vitality of the people is abundant. After a hasty tour of the lakes and mountains, and several welcome parties, the night train on No. 3 headed for Chicago. This string of cars is specially prepared for Chinese students. There is no outsider in the car, and only local accents can be heard everywhere.After September 3rd, the most interesting thing was that the train passed through the Rocky Mountains and traveled for a day.There are towering chaotic mountains on all sides, and the train is like a long snake, winding slowly in the middle of the mountain.At this time, a gondola car was hung behind the car for us to sit and watch.Looking at the majestic and green cliffs around it makes people feel small.I always feel that looking at mountains is more stagnant than looking at water, and I feel very depressed. There is nothing to remember on the way, and there is no impression left by the fast passing of one stop after another. It's just that when we cross the Mississippi (Mississippi) River Bridge, under the slight moon, I feel very exquisite and grand. Arrived in Chicago early on the 7th, and went out by car from the station.It was cloudy and rainy that day, and I could only feel the smell of gasoline all over the street.There are more blacks in the bustling streets.After passing through several parks and flower houses, it is a more elegant place with greenery welcoming people.I always feel that Chicago is not as good as Seattle.And the open spaces in Chicago have more grass than Beijing! Overnight at the YWCA dormitory.The light rain in the night, the fallen leaves hit the window, soothe me, send home a piece, I said: "A few fallen leaves, tell me about the autumn wind in Chicago! I went to the movie theater tonight, and when the lights suddenly came on, everyone stood up. I also want to go home, and suddenly feel that my body is thousands of miles away, and my home is still in the Pacific Ocean flowing eastward. Besides!" On the morning of the 8th, I hurriedly boarded the car again and headed for Boston.That's when I felt out of place.Except for our three Chinese female students in this car, they are all Americans. Still passing by station by station in a hurry, but at this time there are many plains outside the window, and sometimes you can see the flowing spring on the side of the mountain, passing between the mountains, stones and wild trees, with its murmur. At noon on the 9th, when we arrived at Springfield, even the two female companions shook hands and got out of the car.Children, the end of the journey from the west coast of the Pacific Ocean to the west coast of the Atlantic Ocean.I was the only one left among the female companions.After September 9, I arrived at Boston, the so-called American cultural center, on the afternoon of the 9th.After traveling for more than half a month, I took a break. Before the start of Wellesley College (Wellesley College), I also traveled for three days, to Greenfield (Greenfield), Spring Field, etc., and visited several male and female colleges, such as Holyoke College, Smith College for Women ( SmithCol-lege), Ember and Sid College (AmberstCollege), etc., saw nothing during the holiday, only saw a few great school buildings. On the way, I praised the dense forests and smooth roads in the United States. There are many lakes in Massachusetts, and I especially like driving by the lakes. In the shadow of the trees, the lake is covered with light, which is extremely bright.Another day I arrived at the Atlantic coast, saw children and seagulls playing on the beach, and came back to have a childhood dream all night.Indeed, when boarding a boat in Shanghai, there is no beach, when Kobe and Yokohama are moored, there is no beach, and when Seattle ends, there is no beach.This time at sea, it was always a stranger to me.Rather, it is not as good as the moment beside the Atlantic coast, the layers of swaying sea waves, give me the deepest memories and sadness! After September 17, Wellesley lived a school life in a foreign land.Although only two months have passed, the new environment in Weibing Lake and the homesickness I often feel in the quiet make my life of more than two months very romantic. It just so happens that I live in Beebe Hall, and there is a predestined relationship between Guanbi Hall and the sea!This building was donated by Captain John Beebe.Therefore, in the hall, as well as in the reception room and corridors, there are pictures of the sea hanging.When I first arrived, I didn't have a letter from home for a long time, and when I went up and down the stairs, I often stood by the table where letters were usually piled up, looking at the sea waves in the painting without wind and waves, and chatting to comfort myself. The school is like a garden, and each student is a flower.The dress of American girls is indeed more beautiful than that of Chinese girls.The colors of the clothes are unusually bright, which is very novel to me.Their personalities are also lively and friendly, but their friendship is more superficial, which is naturally "Western"! Homework matters are very boring to you.The rest has been said before. Little friend, it's almost the anniversary again, how quickly the time flies?I know that when I pursue and write these things, it will cause me melancholy, but for the sake of children, I am very willing.And I will be leaving here soon. Before I get constrained by homework again, I want to live a wandering life elsewhere in the mountains and seas, so as to comfort my half-year confinement.Taking advantage of this quiet mountain, just relying on memories, I have cleared the debts owed to you.The narration may not be true and unknown. I hope you understand my mind and spirit when I was just recovering, and I have no power to underestimate it. In addition, I sent ten chapters of "Miscellaneous Notes in the Mountains" to my younger brother, and I think they will forward them to you soon.Goodbye, children from my hometown!When I write to you again, I think I am no longer in Qingshan. May you be safe!Bing Xin, June 20, 1924, Sha Rang. kid: It has been ten days since we left Qingshan, and after these days of life in lakes and seas, I cannot help but tell you the feeling of parting from Qingshan. The festive season in the United States was exhausted by me in the hospital!On the National Day of July 4th, I still want to come in the mountains.Of course there is nothing in the mountains, only the children in the children's home, at dusk, with red, blue and white flowers, wearing colorful paper hats, and holding the national flag, the whole team went out to the mountain to parade, singing the national anthem, We applauded them as they walked past our building. Everyone said goodbye upstairs to me that night, just laughing sadly. ——When I fell asleep, I suddenly felt that the upper and lower quilt sheets were covered with prickly things like stones. When I took it out, I found countless newborn pine nuts. Fortunately, the needles were still soft and did not hurt me. I couldn't help but laugh.We are used to teasing, so on the last night before our departure, they naturally wanted to make things as narrow as possible. Everyone laughed and ran away.I'm tired, and I don't chase after them!He just smiled and plundered all the pine nuts to the ground.The quilt pillow has the aroma of pine branches!No wonder they urged me to go to bed early, it turns out there is still this comedy!I lay down, but didn't sleep, watching the clumps of fireworks erupting in the village of Sharang, the red light candle sky.I can hear firecrackers today, and I am happy about it. Woke up early the next day, the weather was slightly cloudy.I got up very early and walked around the mountains quietly.Every tree, every clump of flowers, every place, where I have buried Tesawa, is given a glimpse of the most sincere love.On the side of the mountain pavilion, the small bridge and the flowing water, and in the forest with towering pines, I once shed tears of nostalgia here, and I used to sit here in the morning and read aloud, and there were Lady Slippers (LadySlipper) and dew picking , has written articles and letters here.To me, Sha Rang feels like an air of idleness and innocence. When I left at dusk, I made many tears.Although I myself have never been very miserable, I am also sad.The female companions stood by the door, shaking hands one by one, among the flying white scarves, I heard them ringing the bell to send me off, and I could see their tearful eyes, why is life full of parting? When the car reached the top of the mountain, I climbed the window and looked back. The white buildings in the green bushes, my snow palace, gradually disappeared from the setting sun.The cause of the disease has been cut off from now on, and I suddenly felt gratitude and some sadness of "tomorrow's catastrophe"! I once said to my friends that Sha Rang is like a piece of water, and my nostalgia for her will not stop there.But she is simple and unadorned, and she and I have formed a karmic relationship of protecting and recuperating, as if to say, like my nurse.My affection for her is not as deep as that of my mother, nor as tender as that of a friend, but I also have another kind of natural feeling. Sha Rang also thoroughly gave me several unprecedented experiences as follows: The first is "weak".During the absolute rest, if there is a slight abnormality in sleeping and eating, or if there is a slight psychological stimulation, you will feel full of energy, and your temperature and pulse will change.I have never been very convinced that "a healthy spirit resides in a healthy body", especially because I often do what I want and overwork my body.Now that I understand the close relationship between body and mind, and the fact that sickness disturbs the safety of my heart, I obey the doctor's instructions sincerely and submissively.As a result, I felt that the energy of my mind was rising and falling like water rising slowly.Are there any children who focus on spiritual development and pleasure?I hope you listen to me and don't make the same mistakes! The second is "cold".It's so fun to be cold!What's more interesting is that I don't feel it at all. I only know my "coldness" when I look at the shivering and shivering of my visiting friends and their surprise at our outdoor life in the snow.When it was cold, I only felt numb for a while, and my eyes seemed to be freezing, and I didn't seem to feel anything when I clasped my hands.However, I hope that the children can hear our laughter in the wind and snow!The frozen eyes are still reading, and the hands without feeling are still writing.In addition to sledding in the snow, marching against the wind, the pine trees bend over the ground, and our faces are also covered with a snow mask; buried in the snow from the knee down.Looking around in the vast expanse, I want to proudly say, "Okay! Driving in the icy wind and snow for three months, I have practiced a little more bravery than you who warm the stove and warm the house, "the snow is three feet deep and you don't know the cold"! " The moon is bright in the middle of the night, the cold light soaks into the bones, and the cheeks are like ice cubes.The scenery under the moon seems to be frozen and cannot be moved.The cold moon and frozen clouds in the sky are so cold and bright!The quilt is as heavy as iron. Except for the warmth of my own bones and flesh, everything around the sky and the world is cold.How I would like to be in this kind of situation. I think only fish in water can compare.Sleeping until dawn, the quilt sheet near the breathing area is frozen into thin ice.Lifting the quilt and sitting up, the snow fell one after another, and the thin ice broke and cracked.It's so interesting, I understand the phrase "red tears turn into ice". The third is "leisure".Sometimes it is boring to be idle, but the most rare thing is never to predict what will happen tomorrow.Our life is like printed words, the same day by day goes by leisurely.The suffering before the illness is "predetermined", often the schedule half a month later has already been arranged.In life, how can there be so many predestinations, which are confusing?Westerners always live their lives according to their presuppositions. They are in a hurry all day long, and between leisurely feasting and laughing, there is often a situation of "not belonging".Unfortunately, I have also been caught in this vortex!During Sha Rang's half year, I gently deleted the word "scheduled" from my dictionary, and felt an indescribable joy. "Leisure" also gives me the freedom to write. I can pick up the pen when I want to, and I can stop the pen when I want to.This kind of flowing writing attitude is something I have never experienced in my life, and this is the most memorable part of Sha Rang! The fourth is "love" and "compassion".I want to narrate this passage with the most solemn attitude.Compassion and love, in the midst of sickness and sorrow, are so important and consoling! I have always thought that sympathy is deserved and love must be won, so there is a kind of contempt and neglect.However, this deserved and must-have is only limited to the flesh and blood of the family.Because the love of flesh and blood in the family is unconditional. In other words, it is conditioned by blood.As for friends and classmates, sympathy is rare, love is not inevitable, fortunately, it is the greatness of the giver's own personality! This stay away from a long illness, my friend's condolences, and the courteous visit in the wind and snow, it is obvious that it is not perfunctory or forced. As for the ordinary old ladies, holding bouquets in their hands, talking to me about their illnesses and being thousands of miles away from home, I was speechless, and she was already in tears.This is why human beings are human beings, and why the world is the world!What's wrong with my illness?When I was sick, I saw what others did to me, and after I was sick, I knew what to do to others.What a pity that I have been ill for the way of "doing to others" in exchange for one illness! How true is the phrase "sympathy for each other"?The scenes of mutual sympathy and mutual love among the female companions in the courtyard are infinitely admirable!An increase in a girl's body temperature, or other changes in her condition, can make all the girls in the hospital moan.Silently shaking hands beside the sick bed, the consolation is exhausted, but there are tears of sympathy and compassion in the pitiful eyes!Come from all over the world, what relatives do you have?It's just a ray of love and self-love in sickness, and the sadness of knowing others and knowing each other, which has intimately linked some girls from different countries and races. Who said that love and sympathy are to be despised in life? Love is on the right, sympathy is on the left, walking on both sides of the road of life, sowing seeds at any time, blooming at any time, embellishing this long-distance path with fragrant flowers, so that pedestrians walking through the branches and leaves will not feel pain when stepping on thorns Tears can fall, but it's not sad. When he was first ill, he once joked to his friends: "If my death can act as a tragedy, then my immortality, I hope it can act as a comedy!" Sowing the seeds of love and sympathy on the lives of all sentient beings, whether this is a comedy, I will think about it! In short, the farther you go on the road of life, the more you get.I thought that to appreciate life, you should feel like rolling a needle felt, taste it all over with your flesh and blood, and let it hit the nail on the head!When the joys and sorrows of separation and reunion are not exhausted, the mystery and greatness of life cannot be felt.What I've been through is insignificant!And I am happy that once this pass is over, the future will be long. What I can tell the children may not stop there in the future. There are three thousand volumes of books in the room, and five or six pianos, which can be played or plucked, but I have never touched it so far.After being away from the water for a long time, I naturally tried my best to live by the lake and the seaside during the ten days.When I returned from the water, I only bowed my head to learn how to embroider, and put away all the mischievous spirit in Sha Rang.As I said before, only the deserted mountains can accommodate the reappearance of childlike innocence! There is still much to remember about the Atlantic Ocean tour.I have written too much, save it for next time.I wish you peace!Bing Xin, July 14, 1924, Murtford. kid: Driving by the waterside, watching the golden light splashed by the setting sun on the water, the evening wind blows, and the spring clothes are too thin.How suitable this kind of life is for the sick! Here, the water can be seen from a short distance away.Going in twists and turns, the road is as slippery as a wipe.Outside the heavy shade of the trees, the light of the water is hidden from time to time.My favorite is Tanchi, (Spotpind), it’s a shame to call her Chi, she’s bigger than a small lake! — There were three or four small birds in the middle of the water, with small trees growing here and there.The pool is surrounded by jungle, very green.After dinner every day, I would go out for a walk. In the slow-moving car, I could see all the beauties and grasses in the lake! ——It's really "Domino by the Water".Look at the groups of people joining hands in twos and threes, the boys are all wearing their roll sleeves, the girls are wearing brightly colored summer clothes, with short hair fluttering, soft laughter, coming from the water and the evening wind, very romantic and chic.At this point, I suddenly recalled Zeng Xi’s words to Confucius. After “the late spring person” and before “bath in the wind and dance in the rain”, he added the sentence “spring clothes are done”, and then he had an infinitely flying attitude. It is really a wise saying! In addition, places such as Mystic Lake, Spypond, and Hornpond are all beautiful places.Probably the beauty of the lake lies in its "brightness".The breeze on the water wrinkles thousands of waves, and there are lush grasses, green forests, flat roads, and winding white rails by the lakeside. At dusk, it is a natural place to enjoy the cool.The sunset on the lake is a wonderful picture. Going back in the middle of the night, two strings of light stars on the long bridge are slowly moving back and forth, each with a cool feeling.If the moon is in the middle of the sky, needless to say, the scene will be especially pleasant! A few days ago, I visited the Atlantic coast (Revere Beach), and the beach was crowded with people like ants. Or sit or stand, or play in the tide, everyone is wearing swimming clothes.The amusement parks two or three miles along the coast are full of music and people.The children are all on iron horses and iron cars, there are also air spinning cars, and there are small airships, all colorful.As soon as the mechanism moved, they all galloped one after another, holding high and volleying.I see those children are very happy and proud! Here has become a "sea of ​​people", tourists like ants, covering up the waves.I find it tasteless.We changed trains until we left for Nahant. Gradually quiet down.Still in the woods, I have already met the cold sea breeze.Turn around again and again, the sea and rocks are in front of you!This is the true face of the sea.The vast blue bottomless torrents and the strong sea breeze blowing in fluffy, with a fishy and salty smell.When I smell the salty sea, I often recall the scene of picking up pebbles and shells in my childhood, and marvel at the greatness of the sea.When I hugged my shoulders to meet the sea wind that blows people's mind, I realized that the reason why the sea is a sea is all because of this irresistible and awe-inspiring coldness! Among the jagged sea rocks, under the shade of the trees in the crevices, I looked at Egg Rock and saw the white lighthouse above it.At this time, it was extremely quiet, with only a few exquisite summer houses quietly standing on the broken rock.The tragic sea breeze, passing through the jungle, seems to be playing the song of "Heavenly Wind and Sea Waves".Zhi Yi sits quietly, thinking that where the sea and waves end, there is Europe where all the dragons meet, and my peaceful hometown is farther away than this unattainable sea and sky! There is no such bright lake in my hometown, there is no vast ocean in my hometown, there are no lush green forests in my hometown, and there are no fragrant grasses in my hometown.Beijing is just dusty streets, muddy alleys, gray city walls, sweaty rickshaw pullers running around, my hometown, my Beijing, is nothing! My little friend, I am not a person who is too happy to leave. Even though this place is a paradise on earth, I am still a "guest".In my letter to my mother, I said: ... Beijing seems to have nothing! ——Although Beijing has nothing, it already has my love.With my love, there is everything!In the gray city wall, all my most precious people live.Flying dust, when will I be allowed to smell the fragrance of my hometown again... Ibsen once said: "People on the sea, their emotions are often ups and downs like sea waves." And my thoughts, sitting quietly on the rock at that moment, were twice as ups and downs as those of sea waves.The evening star on the sea has come out, and the sea breeze seems to be urging me to go back.I was very disappointed on the way home.Just bought a basket of freshly picked clams from the sea.When I was asking the price with the barefoot child beside the car, he smiled at me with his red face upturned.He doesn't know that I am silently blessing him, wishing him a lifetime of enjoying the life of collecting shells in the sea! When it comes to water, I recall comfort ice again.That day I sent a Japanese friend back to South Natick via Wellesley.The car drove through the school site, and I first saw the St. Busen Sanatorium, standing on the mountain with its doors and windows closed.Thinking of the three-week stay, although I can still smile, I feel really sad.Going further, I saw the silver light shining on the Weibing Lake, and I only glanced at her.The Guanbi Tower, Tower Courtyard, etc. also flew past.The old dream from years ago was rediscovered, and there was an illness in the middle. The children should be able to deduce my sad state of mind! I was in a hurry again, and I had to go to New Hampshire in a day or two.It seems to be in the mountain wind and pines again, and the outline will be known only then. In the evening wind, let’s write this first, and it’s better to practice quietness in summer. I hope you will write more!Bing Xin July 22, 1924, Murtford.Communication 21 Brother Bing Zhong: It's been five or six days since we arrived at Freedom, and the height is between several ridges in The White (Chocorua). This time we really went deep into the mountains! This place is a thousand feet above the sea, at forty-four degrees north latitude. , in the same direction as Jilin. In the morning and evening, the cool breeze hits people, but the branches shake, but no one is seen. When Professor K invited me to come here, she wrote in a letter: "I hope you know the real New England farm life." Sure enough, the farm flavor of the 18th century can be seen everywhere in this old house.A simple brick fireplace, an oil lamp standing on the ground, rough pottery, wild flowers on the table, and at dusk, I carry a pot to get milk and pick berries to accompany the meal.These scenes are no different from what we saw in Zhifu in our childhood.The difference is that under the lights at night, everyone is holding newspapers and talking about the presidential election competition between the Republican Party and the Democratic Party.I think the greatest happiness of the Chinese people is to be independent from the government.Not only in the countryside, but also in Beijing last year, there was no president for 40 days, and all the people enjoyed their jobs.You want to laugh when you speak, and you want to cry when you think about it! The owners of the house are two sisters, good friends of Professor K, who only live on the mountain in summer.I heard that there is only one moonshine brewer next door behind the mountain, which shows how remote this place is.There are strange rocks in front and behind the house.The dark ridges with clusters of trees stretch as far as the eye can see. A deep valley is hidden in the shadows of the forest.I don't dare to go too far away, it seems that this mountain may hide tigers and leopards.千山草动，猎猎风生的时候，真恐自暗黑的林中，跳出些猛兽。虽然屋主人告诉我说，山中只有一只箭猪，和一只小鹿，而我终是心怯。 于此可见白岭与青山之别了。白岭妩媚处雄伟处都较胜青山，而山中还处处有湖，如银湖（ＳｉｌｖｅｒＬａｋｅ），戚叩落亚湖（ＬａｋｅＣｈｏｃｏｒｕａ），洁湖（ＰｕｒｉｔｙＬａｋｅ）等，湖山相衬，十分幽丽。那天到戚叩落亚湖畔野餐，小桥之外，是十里如镜的湖波，波外是突起矗立的戚叩落亚山。湖畔徘徊，山风吹面，情景竟是皈依而不是赏玩！ 除了屋主人和Ｋ教授外，轻易看不见别一个人，我真是寂寞。只有阿历（Ａｌｅｘ）是我唯一的游伴了！他才五岁，是纽芬兰的孩子。他母亲在这里佣工。当我初到之夜，他睡时忽然对他母亲说：“看那个姑娘多可怜呵，没有她母亲相伴，自己睡在大树下的小屋里！”第二天早起，屋主人笑着对我述说的时候，我默默相感，微笑中几乎落下泪来。我离开母亲将一年了，这般彻底的怜悯体恤的言词，是第一次从人家口里说出来的呵！ 我常常笑对他说：“阿历，我要我的母亲。”他凝然的听着，想着，过了一会说：“我没有看见过你的母亲，也不知道她在哪里——也许她迷了路走在树林中。”我便说：“如此我找她去。”自此后每每逢我出到林中散步，他便遥遥的唤着问： “你找你的母亲去么？” 这老屋中仍是有琴有书，原不至太闷，而我终感着寂寞，感着缺少一种生活，这生活是去国以后就丢失了的。你要知道么？就是我们每日一两小时傻顽痴笑的生活！ 飘浮着铁片做的战舰在水缸里，和小狗捉迷藏，听小弟弟说着从学校听来的童稚的笑话，围炉说些“乱谈”，敲着竹片和铜茶盘，唱“数了一个一，道了一个一”的山歌，居然大家沉酣的过一两点钟。这种生活，似乎是痴顽，其实是绝对的需要。这种完全释放身心自由的一两小时，我信对于正经的工作有极大的辅益，使我解愠忘忧，使我活泼，使我快乐。去国后在学校中，病院里，与同伴谈笑，也有极不拘之时，只是终不能痴傻到绝不用点思想的地步。——何况我如今多居于教授，长者之间，往往是终日矜持呢！ 真是说不尽怎样的想念你们！幻想山野是你们奔走的好所在，有了伴侣，我也便不怯野游。我何等的追羡往事！“当时语笑浑闲事，过后思量尽可怜。”这两语真说到入骨。但愿经过两三载的别离之后，大家重见，都不失了童心，傻顽痴笑，还有再现之时，我便万分满足了。 山中空气极好，朝阳晚霞都美到极处。身心均舒适，只昨夜有人问我：“听说泰戈尔到中国北京，学生们对他很无礼，他躲到西山去了。”她说着一笑。我淡淡的说，“不见得罢。” 往下我不再说什么——泰戈尔只是一个诗人，迎送两方，都太把他看重了。 ... 于此收住了。此信转小朋友一阅。冰心一九二四年七月二十日，自由，新汉寿。（以上四篇最初发表于《晨报·儿童世界》１９２４年８～９月，后收入《寄小读者》。）