Chapter 30 send little readers

Dear little readers: Every evening, I walk to the top of the mountain alone to watch the sunset, and then I see the highest peak of Chikatia.The whole mountain is lush and green, but the peak is slightly naked, revealing the bones of the mountain.It seems to be too high, and the wind is strong, and it is not easy to grow trees.The mountains in the Presidential Range are meandering, and the mountains of Washington and Madison overlap each other.For some reason, I only love to watch Qi Kou Luoya. We started talking at the dinner table, and Mrs. C told me that Qi Koulaa was an American red chief who committed suicide by climbing the highest peak and falling off the cliff because of his failure.Qi Koo Luoya Mountain was named after him.She said that her memory was not true, and she had better find a book to read.I also hate the "sons and daughters" of the "heroes" of the mountains and the death of Qi Koluoya.Today I took a book called "The White Mountains" off the shelf and read it.Regarding the cause of Qi Koluoya's death, it is different from what Mrs. C said.

I think this story might as well be told to children! The book says: "Qi Cuo Luoya can be called the most beautiful and picturesque mountain in New England." - The New England Department includes the Eastern Maine, N. H, Mass, R. i. , Ver-mont, Coun. As far as the six provinces are concerned, it is the place where the British colony first landed, hence the name. ——"Three thousand five hundred and forty feet high, there is a spring on the mountain, a river between the mountains, and a lake at the bottom of the mountain. Among the Shoushan Mountains in the New Han Dynasty, there is no more artistic and poetic meaning than it.

"Mount Qikolaya got its name from a red chieftain. This chieftain was killed by white people at the foot of the highest peak of the mountain. There are different legends. One says that it was in Lovewell (Lovewell) After the First World War, all the red people retreated to Canada, but Chikolaya was reluctant to go with his tribe because he was reluctant to go with his hometown and the tomb of his ancestors.He was friendly with white people, especially with a man named Campbell.Chikolaya had only one son, and all his life's love and hope were devoted to this son.Occasionally, he had to go to Canada because of a tribal meeting.He couldn't bear to make his son suffer from the long journey, so he entrusted him to Kang Bi and left by himself.His son was well received in Kangbi's house.One day, the child accidentally found a bottle of Poison Fox's medicine. He was so curious that he drank it in one gulp.When Qi Koluoya came back, he only got the news that his son was dead and buried!The misunderstood and heartbroken chieftain, upon his wounded soul, swore a vow of vengeance.On this day Kang Bi came back from the field and saw the corpses of his wife and son lying in and out of the tent.Kang Bi ran out to look for Qi Kouluoya, and found him on the top of the mountain.When he was madly cursing at the white man, Kang Bi shot him to death under the highest peak.

"It is also said that Qi Koluoya is a god among the red people. His son had a good relationship with Kang Bi, but unfortunately died in Kang Bi's house in an accident. The following is the same as the above. "It is also said that Chikolaia is an innocent red chief, and he is especially kind to white people. It is only because the people of Massachusetts at that time hated red people and solicited red chiefs in Boston. A hundred gold was rewarded. So a group of hunters, greedy for huge profits, chased this innocent red chief, and shot him to death under the highest peak! "The heroic Kikolaya, when he was about to die, opened his eyes and raised his teeth, and cursed wildly, saying: 'Trouble has come to you, white people! I want the giant to speak in the clouds, and his words are like fire. , I will punish you heavily. I, Chikolaya, have a son, and you kill him in broad daylight! May the lightning burn your flesh, and may the storm and fire sweep away your inhabitants!

May the devil blow the breath of death upon your sheep and cattle!May your graves become battlegrounds for the red men!May tigers, leopards, wolves devour your bones!I, Chikolaya, now go to the giant spirits, but my curse follows you forever! " The story ends here.The book says: "The subsequent immigrants cannot live in peace. Natural disasters and man-made disasters come one after another; storms, plagues, the death of cattle and sheep, and the invasion of red people are endless. However, in fact, the people near the mountains The residents have never been invaded by the red men, but they have not been able to graze livestock for decades, and the cattle and sheep have died one after another. Everyone blames the curse of Chikolaia. After the experiment of scientists, it is they Drinking water contains lime.

"Qi Koluoya's tomb is said to be at the foot of the southeast mountain, but it has not been found." Every evening, I go to the top of the mountain alone to watch the sunset, and watch the sunset fall from the highest peak of Qikuoya, it is as red as fire!When even the eighteenth-century old house was hidden in the jungle, there were only mountains and ridges on the land, and there was no trace of civilization!At this time, I often wandered hundreds of years ago, thinking that this mountain is the world of popular people with their foreheads and feathers running like flying.I felt slightly sad.

The red man has a strong body, dark red and magnificent appearance, similar to the Chinese race, but they do not speak intelligence, are restrained and driven out of the white man, and then they are reduced to a place of eternal doom! ... I went to Conway that day and bought a little red clay figurine in the village store. It has a golden crown, green feathers in the head, five-color silk ribbons around the head, and a belt around the waist.I put him on the table and named him Qi Keluoya to commemorate my admiration for Qi Keluoya and this trip to Bailing.At the end of the year, I plan to invite him to China to congratulate my mother on my behalf for the New Year.

——Here it is.Bing Xin August 6, 1924, Bailing. Brother Ice Season: It was very early in the morning, the sun had not yet risen, and there was still no dew in the morning. After breakfast, I had to leave here again.I looked at Bailing with dejected eyes, but I couldn't help but say goodbye to you this morning and write a few words to you. Just because I saw the star Vega on the side of the Milky Way last night, I suddenly remembered that today is July and Qixi in my hometown. Countless sweetest stories, the most sad and light poems, and the pleasures of the occasion, all follow this festival. pregnancy.I'm a far away traveler, and I've ignored all of these things...don't worry about him.

What I want to write is that we are all too short of entertainment.Listless entertainment can never make life moist and career progress.Entertainment is at least as valuable as work, or entertainment is part of work! Entertainment is not "pastime". Behind the word "pastime" stands "boring".Only when you are bored can you have entertainment; when you are sick, you can have entertainment!For national affairs, for life, when you are discouraged, you have entertainment! Just look at the so-called entertainment of ordinary people today, how confused and listless is it?I will never take such entertainment as entertainment!Real entertainment occurs in response to the requirements of real work. In other words, those who cheer up to do real work are eager to desire or prepare for real entertainment!

Of course, Chinese people want Chinese entertainment, we have more than 4000 years of stories, legends and history.The time, place and basis for our entertainment are at least twice as many as others.Let's start with the New Year. After the New Year, there is the Lantern Festival.How brilliant are these thousands of lanterns as decorations in front of the porch under the tree?Dragon lantern dance is the craziest and most lively game for children.March 3rd is the festival of the ancients, which is also a perfect time for us to have a picnic. The water is flowing, which not only imitates the aftertaste of the ancients, but also is interesting.Tomb-sweeping in the Qingming Festival, although paper money is not burned, can also train children to respect their ancestors in a respectful and silent way; In ten years, we have lush mountains and forests everywhere in China.May 5th is a special festival for children, with colorful sachets and colorful silk, everyone dresses up children.There are only a few days in a year, and I feel that the children in the streets and alleys are more like it!This day is the Dragon Boat Festival again, it is also an excellent day to go out for boating, or a race between two schools.July 7th is Girl's Day, and the name alone has infinite tenderness!The cool night is quiet and the autumn stars are shining brightly.There are a few small melons and fruits displayed in the court, all over the female companions, talking and laughing softly, looking up at the twin stars and slowly crossing the bridge.The children hold the boiled broad beans in their hands, and everyone gives each other gifts, and the little hands hold each other, which is called "bonding".How wonderful are these two words?I always think that the meaning of "Fate" is very subtle, "Fate"

One word is very difficult to translate, there is God's will, there is human kindness, there is life and death, and there is forever.Su Zizhan gave his younger brother Ziyou a poem, which reads, "Being brothers with the king for generations to come, and we will have an unfinished cause in the next life." Little brother, today I present it to you from thousands of miles away with these two words! On the Mid-Autumn Festival on August 15th, under the silver light of the full moon, how clear is the story of the toad and the jade rabbit?On September 9, the Double Ninth Festival, the day when the ancients climbed high, we happened to have hiking trips to visit famous places.Needless to say, National Day must be celebrated for a while, because I think that except for political organs and shops hanging flags, there seems to be no family commemorating this festival! I won't go into details anymore.Look through ancient books, such as "Emperor Beijing Scenery and Things", and you can find many interesting and commemorative entertainment days.I think Chinese festivals are more elegant than others. Every festival is accompanied by gentle and noble stories, amazing and brilliant poems, and even food utensils for gatherings, such as dragon boats and rice dumplings on May 5th. , Broad beans on July 7th, mooncakes on August 15th, and the inexhaustible variety of festivals... We don't have to create at all.Recruiting children, ready-made stories, food, toys, songs to be sung by children, there are also countless ancient poems, prose, and ancient words as blueprints.The ancients provided us with so many beautiful materials, so that we have the most noble entertainment, if we still don't know how to enjoy it, I am really sorry! It is an excellent thing to break superstitions.The most regrettable thing is that after the superstition was broken, these beautiful festivals have also been neglected by everyone.Of course, I am not advocating superstition, idol worship and children playing fairy tales, they are two completely different things! Cannot write more.The morning sun has risen, and the cook is busy preparing breakfast.Before sunset tonight, I can be on a small island, you can guess how I like it!In my opinion, my favorite is: "The reeds are green, the white dew is frost, the so-called Iraqi people are on the side of the water... Looking back from it, they are in the middle of the water." I like the word "in the middle of the water" the most. The wandering and lingering! ——I started traveling by myself, and besides the diary, pen and paper, I didn’t bring half a book with me. Quoting various poems may be wrong, please look for it. The budget is to live at sea until the full moon. I have prepared all my emotions for the scene of "the bright moon rises on the sea", and let it be turbulent. If I can write it down at that time, I will write some letters to you.Your sister, August 7, 1924, Bailing. my parents: The sound of the waves outside the window shook slightly, it was my first night in Five Islands.I had already fallen asleep, and Ms. B came in and sat by my bed, saying many farewell words.She added: "It's a pity I can't bring your mother's smile!" She went out late at night.I tossed and turned and couldn't sleep.A year apart by the ocean, the passage between our two places, after the waves of life have calmed down, I think about it suddenly, and there are infinite emotions! On the last night of Xinhan's birthday, the Melon and Fruit Festival was held on Bailing.It's also really interesting to talk about.I happened to talk about it with everyone during the day, but I forgot about it at dusk.After taking a nap, Mrs. C suddenly asked me to change into new clothes. Professor K also came out in a suit remade from Chinese embroidered clothes.The rest of the people either wore Chinese jade pendants or Chinese silk clothes.In the twilight of the four mountains, Tuantuan sat under a big elm tree in front of the house, brought out tea and fruit, and told me that tonight would be the Chinese Melon and Fruit Festival.I can't help but smile happily.I know they come to have fun on their own, and they come to see me off.I haven’t celebrated this festival at home for ten years, but I am alone tens of thousands of miles away from home. On the top of the majestic Bailing, I have a soft and gentle Girl’s Day with a few professors and elders. It’s really unexpected ! That night was the sixth day of the lunar calendar, the twin stars were not close to each other, and there was a mist between the silver and the Han.I became the center of this little meeting!Everyone poured dandelion wine for me. Professor K raised his glass and stood up, saying: "I drink for the daughters of all China!" . After delivering the tea fruit on the second round, Mrs. C suddenly stood up and toasted again, saying: "I drink this wine, I wish you health!" Then everyone left their seats again. Professor K and Ms. F also wished me good luck for the future, mixed with humor.For a moment the cups clashed clangingly, everyone cheered, I laughed, but I had no choice but to be full—the conversation turned towards the end of the night, and the conversation gradually turned to poetry.After the banquet was over, I suddenly recalled the story of threading a needle and begging for cleverness, otherwise I would tease them in the dark for a while, adding some laughter! It has been more than nine days since I arrived in Wudao, and my thoughts suddenly became serious.I was so wrong!I haven't been near the sea for ten years, and traced back to the joy of my childhood. I think that now I spend time with the sea day and night, and my thoughts are at least lively.I don't want her to only jump and shake with me from time to time! ... During the nine days, it's not unusual to go out to sea in a small boat, and I have gone out to sea in a big boat three times.On the 13th, they went boating to the sea for dinner, carrying a total of 16 people.Riding the wind to hoist three large sails, I sat near the rail at first, listening to the singing of the sailors as they hoisted the sails, and vividly recalled the scenery on the sea.I was concentrating on myself, and when I turned around, Dr. B smiled and beckoned me to the stern of the boat and asked me to steer the rudder. He said, "Try to see if you have the blood of navigators in your body!" Everyone on deck looked at me with a smile.I actually took the wheel, and sat down, staring ahead, looking down at the compass at my feet. This boat is smaller, and only one person is needed for the steward and driver.Holding the gear teeth, I felt that the distance between the mast and the vertical and horizontal distances was only moved by the rotation of my left and right hands.At this time, I was so engrossed that I didn't hear the sea breeze.Gradually sail to the mouth of the Sheepcult River (Sheepcult River).The two sides of the strait are more pressing, and the waves are turbulent.I held my breath, and I happened to turn my head to see the ladies and gentlemen beside me, their faces were leisurely, talking and laughing, and I suddenly realized that my own responsibility was so great that it was not worth my father's smile!Compared with my father sailing a battleship carrying hundreds of soldiers into Guangzhou Bay among thousands of ships like ants, it is naturally different from Japanese. But on the ruthless current, my heart was filled with infinite fear for the first time when I tried it.Ashamed to say, I feel that the movement of one of my two wrists is related to the safety of sixteen men, women, children and children! Dr. B stayed close to my seat, but he didn't give much instructions, only relying on me to rotate freely.After the boat stopped, everyone came over with a smile and raised their hands to salute, calling me the owner of the ship and the navigator's daughter. This is just a joke, not worth talking about.And because of this, I suddenly recalled my father's twenty years at sea that I had never imagined.I deeply admit that there is nothing more responsible than the helmsman in the boat.A boat is a world, and when the hands rotate, the life and death of people will be controlled in an instant, and the laughter and wailing of all living beings will be manipulated.Hundreds of passengers were on the boat, chatting and laughing leisurely, talking about riding the wind and waves, thinking that everyone is living the most leisurely time.I don’t know that in the cabin on the deck, there is only one captain who stares into the distance, and with his hard-working mind, he keeps protecting this journey of hundreds of people leisurely and laughing! I've been thinking about it since then!Life on the island made me feel dizzy.There are two broken streams behind Wu Island, connected by small bridges.The gorge is several feet deep, and the sound of the sea waves is like a huge thunder.Through the pine forest, standing on the rock and looking east, there is no space between Spain and me. I have sat on the four shores of the island in the early morning and in the moonlit night, and it is very desolate. ——Wake up every night, when the tide is full, the sea waves reach the window.In the light fog, the fog clock in the lighthouse continued to ring.Sometimes you can even hear the driving silver bell, which can be heard clearly on the water.The cry of the snow gull is more mournful than that of the lone goose. Occasionally, when I wake up, I will not be able to sleep again... I can't write enough, I have decided to leave here.I know very well that work is ahead, and it is not the time for me to be full of anger! Tomorrow, August 17th, the cruise ship City of Bangor will sail from Bath to Boston.I might as well cross the corner of the Atlantic on the day I crossed the Pacific last year.I am such a weakling, I am still willing to go through the sea!Your Daughter at Sea Eight, Sixteen Nights, 1924, Wudao. (The above three articles were originally published in "Morning News Children's World" on September 10, 13, and 29, 1924, and were later included in "Send to Young Readers".)