Chapter 51 Liu Jihua ①

Thinking back to when I graduated from Beiman Middle School, it was already more than ten years ago! It is the most memorable day in my life, one of the happiest dramas in my life, and the most solemn and beautiful future when my heart is looking forward to. It has been more than ten years ago! Now Ji Hua, who I see as my own younger sister, has graduated from my beloved Beiman Middle School.With thick eyes, Ji Hua, who is around Yiyi, is now me who was more than ten years ago. Of course, the state of mind is the same as mine at that time, and the past, present and future of her school life are more perfect and happy than ours. —Remember, the society will pay you twice as much!

Ji Hua is a smart, lively and gentle child.Looking at her past and her future, I can only be filled with joy. I expect her to live up to my beloved Bayman High School! "Flowers bloom like ten years ago, but people don't like ten years ago."I am afraid to hear these two words now, I hope that Ji Hua ten years from now will not be like me! Bing Xin 4, 29, 1930. ①Liu Jihua, the daughter of Bing Xin's cousin Liu Fangyuan.This article is written for the peer records of Puiman Middle School graduates in 1930. I can no longer bear such tenderness, it's dusk outside the window,

Xishan faintly dragged out traces of smoke!In the twilight, I stretch out my arms to hold the caress in my dream, Suddenly realized... I am already a motherless child, I can no longer bear such tenderness! My whole body disappeared into the boundless sadness; my soul was like a lost bird, flying with the strong wind in the dark night.My heart is broken, no human voice comes to my ears, There is a sea of ​​silence in front of you! The ocean is silent for eternity: Silver light gushes out from the wave surface!The shadow of the chrysanthemum is on the ground, The moon is shining on the east wall.Open the window and door blankly, the full moon is rising from the edge of the field,

A perfect universe is shrouded!The mother is in heaven, with the tender caress of the heavenly mother, Caress her sickly soul!My tears are dry, my intestines are broken, I am already a motherless child in this world, I can no longer bear such tenderness! The night of December 5, 1930. (This article was once included in Bing Xin's Poetry Collection.)