Chapter 32 send little readers

Dear children: Returning from the beach, to the lake again.Although I traveled to some places in the middle, it was like a passing cloud.The life of the past six months is like water flowing slowly, without sound; it is also like a pony with a bit of a leash, carrying a heavy load, walking towards the future without looking aside.The childlike innocence could no longer be awakened, and I felt a slight sadness when I picked up the pen several times.It's going to be another five months after such a stop and stop again and again! kid!Even so, many people advised me to save the effort of communicating with children and write more important and constructive texts.What can I say, I love children.When I was writing a children's newsletter, I seemed to be able to see the innocent and pure object of that day. I was as smooth as a cloud, without artificiality or restraint, and said what I wanted to say in my heart.Even if all of this is nothingness, let my tired soul feel free from time to time!

I dreamed of making a snowman last night, and this morning I thought I would write to you.I dreamed of the snowman, who suddenly danced around after I had just finished work.I want to follow, and the snowflakes fly in an instant.I stood aside and covered my eyes, and I seemed to hear the clear voice of a child, saying in the cloud: "She's gone—it's over!" When I woke up, I saw the half-circle cold moon, peeping people through the gaps in the clouds, the remaining snow on the leaves, Sprinkled on the window sill, stained my head.I vaguely recalled an old manuscript that I drafted in a hurry. The title was "Praise for What I See", which was meaningless and just filled the space.I'm so busy thinking about class, I don't know when I will write a letter again!May you all be well!Bing Xin, February 1, 1925, Na'an Pigar Tower.Praise for what you see on the lake at night and the setting clouds are brilliant.Sitting with Xiu by the lake, I talked about my religious thoughts in my life, which were completely derived from the beauty of nature.Not only mountains and rivers, but seeing beauties is no exception!Seeing the flesh and blood of the whole United States often makes me admire the creation with awe.

The same eyes, eyebrows, and waist, among thousands of shapes, she was born so soft and beautiful!Lakes and mountains remain the same through the ages, but beautiful women are hard to come by again.Eyes wave cherry lips, instantly return to dust.On the way home, fallen leaves rustled, sighed endlessly, and suddenly did this.Praise creation, I would like to worship for your radiance. The gentleness of the world is contained on the cherry lips, and the wisdom of the world is condensed in the eyes. If it was that night when I was alone in the starlight, and your feathers fluttered and flew to my boat——

If it was that night when I was walking alone in the maple forest, you would be separated by magic Come to my side!Can't marvel, because you are a goddess This is a heavenly man... How can you now, with your fairy beauty, Pinned on the general flesh and blood.As if, Sit with me under the silver lamp!Secretly admire, I am very excited, Sigh, the charmer! I praise Almighty God for you, Sigh, the charmer! You lead me step by step to the heavenly home of faith. I silently admired, secretly admired, and sighed with emotion, Sigh, the charmer! You only have to look down into those eyes of deep wisdom,

Look at the fallen leaves all over the world, the spring will come next year, And new green sprouts on old branches, Sigh, the charmer! youth is over, You know you are not as good as him! Cherry lips and eye waves are finally dreams, in gentleness and wisdom, may you live forever, Amen! On November 1, 1924, Naan Pigar Tower. (This article was originally published in "Morning News" on March 6 and 10, 1925, and was later included in "Send to Young Readers".)