Chapter 35 send little readers

kid: I am most likely to write when I am sick, in silence, and in the rain; when I am sick, I feel melancholy; One summer's "Yunyou" just took a break.At this time, it was raining lightly outside the window, sitting and guarding a small fire.Seeing upset while reading, he simply turned off the electric light standing beside the chair. The firewood in the furnace was crackling, and sparks flew up the skirt. --kid!It's just this boredom, the mood of being quiet in the rain, I, who has reluctantly stopped studying for a long time, come to meet you again on paper. On the 18th morning of June before summer, it was overcast, and I hurriedly transplanted a few pots of flowers and plants in the house under the trees.Please kindly ask the natural wind and rain to protect the flowers that have been reading with me this year.After settling down on cherishing flowers, I took a day and night train to Silver Bay (Silver Bay).

The name of Yinwan is very rhyming!It often reminds me of Nalan Chengde's sentence "Since Yingying is separated from Yinwan, it will be destroyed even without wind and snow". In the hectare of the bay, you can see the green hills on both sides of Lake George (Lake George) from the boat, and the layers are turning green.There are bushes standing on the island, and the greenery will wake up the tired people.Yinwan gradually came to the front!Blackmountain (Blackmountain Dtains) *knocking coal 矽invading Wei purpose spelling worm  pouring green turbulence wansnipe school Huankua brother ヮreturning Mu 甘ding*sent a friend letter after arriving, once had "under the famous name" , In fact, it’s hard to compare, people are like this, what is the place? You compare Yinwan to a paradise, after traveling around, I just feel dull!”

words.I sent her a letter saying that I "have not got rid of my poetic experience, and my fantasy is too high".In fact, I have been in the sea, and the silver bay is like Zhifu, but the greatness is not enough, but it is not as good as Weibing and beautiful, deep and charming, with a unique style, which can move my love and admiration. Let's put aside "prejudice" and describe the beauty of Yinwan.River Pavilion (Brook Pavilion-ion) Built on the far side of the lake, surrounded by water on three sides.When I got up early to read poems there, the sound of water seemed to be in harmony with the rhyme of the poems.The mountain rain is about to come, and the white clouds flying over the lake can be seen clearly in the pavilion.After the heavy rain, the lake is as clean as a mirror, and the mountains are as green as washing.In the gaps in the clouds, the rays of the sun shine brightly, penetrating into the water, and the sky and water shadows are all melted into the rainbow, making it difficult to see clearly.Even poets and painters can't describe the beauty of the scenery!

I like writing books on untethered boats, but unfortunately I don't have the time to do it.On the afternoon of the 26th, surrounded by white waves, I went boating alone to the other side and wrote a few lines.The lake is full of water, and it takes ten miles to and fro.When I came back, the wind was so strong that when the boat was rising and falling, it actually blew a piece of paper that I had written into the lake.When going up and down in the tide, I feel very proud of my ability to respond, but when I return to the paddle, my arms are aching. Ten days later, we arrived at Ithaca again.

Qisejia is so beautiful!Beauty lies deep.It refers to people like hermits, seasons like autumn, and flowers like chrysanthemums.It is the first time in my life that I am close to Quan, and it is very novel!Walking in the forest, there are deep streams everywhere.Listen to the sound of the spring in your sleep!During the 60-day sojourn, the words "every feeling goes with the flowing water, and my whole body is still covered by false names" linger in my mind all the time! Read children's books next to the spring water that zigzags down the rocks.The place of understanding and the place of pleasure cannot be conveyed by human words. ——In addition, I visited the graves of the Americans all summer, and I visited four or five graveyards of Qi Sejia!This kind of place is deep and profound, it is philosophical, and it makes people explore the concept of life and death.I went there at least three times a week to caress the stele and pick off the dead flowers. I felt that the people in the tomb were very comfortable, but what did the people in the tomb think of me?

Lake Cauaga (Lake Cauaga) is one of the places of interest in Qisejia, and the moon is often seen there.The lake is very big, and the bright place is not as good as comforting ice, so I will omit it. On August 28, visit Niagara Falls (Niagara Falls).Beside the Three Sisters Rock, Yin Tao rolled over the ground, rushed down the Horseshoe Rock, and went straight to the whirl pool.The turbulent spring waves are hidden under the slow microwave flow.I took the boat The Maid of Mist to the bottom of the waterfall.Looking up at the two big springs in Canada, the United States, rushing like falling clouds and rubbing catkins!Under the setting sun, the water is dark blue, the rocks are broken, and the water drops hit the head and face.Amidst the sound of spring and thunder, my heart throbbed!The beautiful color is deep and gentle, and it is fortunate to be washed by this vast ice spring.Returning at night under the moon, suddenly lost!

On September 2, I went to Syracuse in the rain to attend the annual meeting of Chinese students in the Eastern United States.The title of this year's meeting is "Nationalism and China", and everyone has been advocating it. After ten days of busy work at the annual meeting, I returned to Boston.Fourteen nights drove with the car, saw the bright lights of Boston South Station, and the fantasy dream of Ninety Days, suddenly awakened... It's late at night, and the master upstairs promotes sleep.It was still raining outside the window.Insects from a foreign land were screaming mournfully.Thousands of miles away, I respectfully say good night to the children!

Bing Xin, September 17, 1925, Murtford. (This article was originally published in "Morning News" on October 24, 1925, and was later included in "Send to Young Readers".)