Chapter 44 Preface to the Fourth Edition of "Send a Little Reader"

If the creation of literature is due to irresistible inspiration, then among my works, only this one is the most free and the least thoughtful. The object of this book is my beloved and kind mother.She was the first and last person I fell in love with.When I pick up the pen, there is always her frowning or smiling face in front of my eyes.Her love has brought me from life to death—to bear the pain of others; from death to life—to forget my own pain.The experience in life has gradually increased, and I have gradually picked up the thorns in the flowers of life.In the temptation of all the beauty and fragrance of the body and soul, I have suffered emotional upheavals; and the concept of "for whom to live" has become increasingly clear...

Thank God, on the day when I first entered the world with a single soul, I have been given permanent conversion and sustenance of my soul-I have nothing to say, life is life!My mother gave me soul and body, and I use my soul and body to explore life. The results of previous experiments and explorations led me to write these letters to children.There are childish joys and innocent tears in this book! Over the years, my writing has become more and more heavy, but I feel that the emotions expressed are always inexhaustible, and the second and the second are about to be drawn. I remember the early spring of 1924, when I was on the sickbed in Qingshan, Sharang, leaning against the balcony of the building. Gazing: It is the time when the mountain rain is about to come, and the wet wind is blowing everywhere, and the wind is full of the fragrance of new grass.Black clouds flew together, covering the mountains in front of the building, and a bright green light floated up.The sky is like ink, and in the ink-like gaps in the clouds, there are thousands of rays of sunlight shining through, casting shadows all over the earth!At that time, I was terrified and surprised, and I was anticipating the fragrant and rich spring after the storm!

My little friend, the spring ice in the Langrun Garden has melted, but my arms are still knotted!After such long-lasting feelings, I also seem to feel the faint spring of returning from the writing.I walked slowly on the small hill at the top of the wall, the soil was as wet as ointment, looking west at the pagoda on Yuquan Mountain, the Buddhist Incense Pavilion on Longevity Hill, the Hall of Dispelling Clouds, etc., all hidden in the thick fog, but the thick fog could not cover the sky. The branches of the bushes are bright yellow, spring is here! Little friend, Bing Xin promises you that in this spring, she will tell you some childish joys and innocent tears, although she is also afraid that after the thorns of life are gradually full, the laughter will not be enough, and the tears will not fall...

Children, remember, spring is here! On March 20, 1927, Langrun Garden. The new bookstore was published in August 1927. )