I never intended to publish the complete works.Because I think: First, if a writer has a special style that makes readers willing to read all of his works after reading some of his works, he can publish the complete works at the request of readers.At this point, I have never dared to have such confidence.Two, or a writer, when he reaches middle age or old age, his works are very impressive in both quantity and quality.He himself is willing to sort it out and end it with a paragraph, so that the complete works can also be published.As for me, I am not yet middle-aged; the quality of my works is not impressive; and there is no need to publish complete works.

In the spring of the year before last, a kid came to me with a smile and said, "You have a new creation, why don't you give me a copy?" I asked which one it was.He said it was "The First Episode of Ms. Bing Xin".I was stunned and felt very strange!Later, I heard that the second and third episodes will come out one after another.Borrowing a few copies from friends, the content is all my own creation.However, the messiness of the anthology, the reversed preface, the change of the title, and the ugly cover made me very unhappy to read it.It is printed by Shanghai New Literature Society, or by Beiping Synthetic Publishing House.I know that there are no such bookstores in Peking and Shanghai, so this must be a printed book in Peking!

Not long after, several bookstores that published my works, such as Beixin, Kaiming, etc., came to discuss with me and asked me to sue and ban it. Although I feel that our laws have always had no protection for copyright and publishing rights, and complaints may not be effective, I also wrote a letter of entrustment, asking them to handle it with full authority.It has been more than two years, and every time I go to the bookstalls of various bookstores, I can still see various collections of Ms. Bing Xin in red and green, printed by various bookstores, I find it very strange. Last spring, I went to Dong'an Market again.At a bookstall, a young guy handed over a copy of "The Complete Works of Ms. Bing Xin Sequel" with a smile, and said, "It would be interesting to buy this copy. It was written by a woman." I Laughing, I said, "I've seen it all." He said, "This one is new, please look through it!" How many tears have I shed", "Comfort", "Crazy Father", "A Letter to My Brother", etc., which suddenly caught my attention.Standing by the stall, I glanced at it in a hurry, and I couldn't help but get angry!I don't know who wrote these articles.The words are not mine, and the thoughts are not mine, let me plunder the beauty!I have never dared to plunder beauty in my life, and I am even more unwilling to be borrowed my name casually.

The owner of Beixin Bookstore said: The banned papers go up, but those who are banned are banned by themselves, and those who publish are published by themselves!The only way to correct it is to sort out the works by myself and produce a true complete work.I think this is also a way.True or false, it's a trivial matter, and if one or two volumes and three sequels and four sequels are published later, maybe a bigger joke will come out!So I made up my mind to compile a complete collection that I never dared to publish. Thank you Mr. Xiong Bingsan for lending us the Xiangshan Shuangqing Villa when the peach blossoms are in full bloom and the spring is in full bloom.So that I can calmly pay off the preface I owed last autumn.

The majestic and abrupt pine trunks, supporting a piece of green, clustered in front of the fence.The soft and charming peach blossoms are hidden in the gaps with a smile, like a naive little granddaughter acting like a baby in the arms of her grandfather.The left and right mountain peaks, sandwiching the distant plain, embrace a day of spring in the morning sunshine.On the stone table, I flipped through the creations of the past ten years; the past events of ten or twenty years ago came to my eyes. I think it's a good idea to tell people who read my "Complete Works" about the background of my many creations that I have never told.

I was a lonely child who lived on the seaside of Zhifu Dongshan. When I was three or four years old and just sensible, all I saw for the whole year and month: only the green mountains, the boundless sea, the blue-clothed sailors, and the gray-white warships.What I hear is only: mountain wind, sea waves, loud slogans, trumpets in the early morning and late at night.The monotony of life made the development of my thoughts different from that of a normal little girl.I travel around Haiyu Mountain all day long, making friends with sailors.Although I have followed my mother to read word cards since I was four years old, I have no interest in writing.I still remember one time, my mother locked me in the house and told me to read, but I struggled to get out.My father was outside, rapping heavily on the table in the main room with a whip to scare me.But the horsewhip that never hit me on the head never frightened back my tendency to run!

When it was windy and rainy, and I couldn't go out, I would pester my mother or nurse and ask them to tell stories.After listening to "Aunt Tiger", "Snake Man", "Cowherd and Weaver Girl", "Liang Shanbo Zhu Yingtai", etc., I couldn't settle down again.At that time, I could already read two or three hundred characters, my eldest brother had already been born, and my teacher was no longer my mother, but my uncle—Mr. Yang Zijing.Knowing that I love to listen to stories, my uncle promised to tell me stories after dinner after I finished my homework every day.The first book is about "Three Kingdoms".The story of the Three Kingdoms is much more enjoyable than "The Cowherd and the Weaver Girl".

I couldn't bear to sleep at night.Every night, the nanny coaxed her, took off her shoes and clothes, and went to bed crying.But the homework during the day has been done more diligently.My uncle is a person with a job, and when he is busy with official duties, the lectures are often interrupted.Sometimes it was interrupted for five or six days. I was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot.Every night, wandering around my uncle's desk. However, my uncle did not accept my hint!In the end, I had to pick up "Three Kingdoms" and read it by myself. I was only seven years old at that time.

I swallowed the jujube wholeheartedly, with a half-knowledge, just read on.Many glyphs, due to the relationship between repeated appearances, were actually guessed by me.The more I read, the more I understood, and the more interested I was, I finished reading "Three Kingdoms" in one breath, and picked it up again, and. At that time, my father's friends all knew that I would watch "Three Kingdoms".I think it is a fun and interesting thing for a seven-year-old child to be able to tell "Taishi Dong makes trouble at Fengyi Pavilion".Every time my father took me to the warship, they always hugged me and sat in the middle of the round table and told me to talk about "Three Kingdoms".The reward for lecturing is the only pastime novels for them on their voyage to the boundless sea and sky.

Most of what I got was the Lin Yishuo published by the Commercial Press.Such as "The Biography of the Filial Piety Daughter Naier", "Funny Foreign History", "The Story of the Rest of the Meat" and so on.Coming back from the boat, I was jumping in front of me happily; the sailor in white behind me, holding a large bag of novels, smiled and followed me. At this time, I secretly wrote novels myself.The first one is "The Legend of the Heroes of Luocao Mountain" in the vernacular, which is something in the middle of "Three Kingdoms".After writing for the third time, I stopped.Because "golden drums sound together, swords and guns are raised simultaneously", if repeated dozens of times, the writing becomes boring.I changed the genre again, and wrote "Strange Tales from Mengcao Studio" in classical Chinese. "A certain person, who does many things and does not know the truth", repeated it more than a dozen times, and then felt boring, so he stopped writing.

After that, I read as much as possible.From the catalog of "Shuobu Series" at the back of "The Story of a Dutiful Daughter Naier", I picked out novels worth a dime or two, and every morning when the groom who delivered the letter came down the mountain, he would entrust him to Mingshan Bookstore, the only new bookstore in Zhifu City ( ?) to buy. ——At that time, I was learning to make sentences and write short essays.When I did a good job, my husband would mark it as "rewarding a corner of Xiaoyang". In order to buy a novel, I worked hard to write a composition-at this time I was fascinated by the book, and I couldn't put it down.I don't go to the beach, I don't comb my hair, I don't wash my face; after reading the book, I laugh and cry.My mother watched from the side, feeling worried; she tried her best to persuade me to go out to play, but I didn't listen.Once my mother was in a hurry, snatched the scroll one from my hand, and tore it into two pieces.I staggered over, picked up the first half of "Liao Zhai" and read it again, which made my mother laugh back. Uncle was a member of the Old League.Often friends from the south, or Japan, sent banned books, such as "Tianshu" and so on, in meat floss or tea cans.I also imitated them and peeked at night when no one was around.Gradually, we also became concerned about state affairs. At that time, the newspapers we read were Shanghai's "Shenzhou Daily" and "Minhu Bao".So old novels, new novels, and newspapers go hand in hand. By the age of eleven, I had read all the "Shuo Bu Series", as well as, "Tian Yu Hua", "Shuo Yue", and so on.One of my least favorite is.The most tasteless thing is. When I was ten years old, my uncle, Mr. Wang Guangfeng, came from the south.His uncle gave him the position of teacher.The first time he took my hand, talked a few words, and then praised me as "a romantic spit" to my father. ——Since I love reading, I pay attention to all the fonts.The couplets in other people's halls; the plaques and steles of Tianhou Palace and Dragon King Temple; the signboards wrapped in fruit bait; the short sentences of aphorisms behind the cigarette pictures; I remember them all by heart.These can help my eloquence. ——But after a few days of class and a few more talks, my cousin discovered my knowledge of "three teachings and nine streams";So in addition to "Chinese Textbook", I added "Zuo Zhuan" and "Tang Poetry" to my textbook. (There are also all kinds of old and new prose, the old one is "Ban Zhao's Admonition", and the new one is "Freedom Book in the Ice Drinking Room".) It was only then that I came into contact with classics and poems. Uncle Guangfeng is the first good husband in my life!Because of his temptation, I fell madly in love with poetry.At the same time, his enthusiasm for novels has faded a little. I learned the right pairs and read the rhymes.Father and friends, when the poetry club is opened, maybe I will sit in on it.I asked my cousin to teach me how to compose poetry, but he always refused and only allowed me to write a thesis.It wasn't until I made one or two poems and seven masterpieces outside of class and presented them to him that he changed them for me.At this time, my interest in in-class books was the strongest.And because I have read almost all of the novels, I discarded the novels invisibly. Since the Revolution of 1911, our family is on the way back to the south.When I arrived in Fuzhou, my grandfather's study room was full of books, which attracted me to stick to his old man all day long, becoming the most favored grandson.But a child is a child, and for the first time in my life, I came into contact with sisters. (In our big family, even the middle cousin, there are about a dozen sisters.) This life of adjusting fat and making powder, adding fragrance and burning musk deer has also surprised me and obsessed me.New Year's Eve, New Year's Eve, Dragon Boat Festival, and Mid-Autumn Festival's candlelight shadows make me feel like I have stepped into the poems of the ancients!More time to play, less time to read.In addition, because I went to a school for a few more months—Fuzhou Women’s Teacher—began to get in touch with all kinds of simple sciences, my attention span was imperceptibly broadened. In 1913 (the second year of the Republic of China), the whole family came to Beijing with their father.There were no formal readings during the year.My life is: when my younger brothers are in class, I read magazines by myself.For example, the "Women's Magazine" and "Fiction Monthly" that my mother subscribes to. From the "Wenyuan column" at the back of the magazine, I began to know "ci", so I started to read various ci.When my brothers are over from school, I will tell them stories.Not based on a book, but not entirely fabricated either.It's just that I have read hundreds of novels, old and new, and the layout of characters, and the erroneous randomness are also self-contained fragments, which can also make children concentrate and laugh at each other. In one year, I told more than 300 random stories, and wrote several novels in classical Chinese that never ended. Among them, I remember one "Female Detective" and one "Freedom Flower", which are the stories of a female revolutionary. ——After that, in the autumn of 1914, I entered Beiman Girls' High School in Beijing.The curriculum of the church school has always been rigorous, and my scientific foundation is shallow; at the same time, I found a competitive spirit in the group, so I did my homework all day long. During the four years of middle school, I didn't read any new extracurricular novels (at that time, I liked to read notebook novels and short old novels, such as "Yu Chuzhi"). All I acquired was knowledge of English, and at the same time, under the influence of Christianity, I implicitly formed my own philosophy of "love". I started writing in 1919, after the May Fourth Movement. ——At that time, I was in Xiehe Women's University, which was merged into Yenching University and called Yenching University for Women. ——When the May 4th Movement started, I was staying with my second brother in a German hospital to recuperate. I was called back by the girls' school student union to be a secretary.At the same time, he was selected as the propaganda unit of the Federation of Women's Scholars. The federation also asked us to find newspapers to publish the text of the propaganda in addition to the journal.I found "Morning News Supplement" because my cousin, Mr. Liu Fangyuan, was the editor of "Morning News".At that time, I officially tried to write in vernacular, using my scientific name Xie Wanying, and published the propaganda text that should be done in my job. My cousin Fangyuan thought I could write, so he kept sending me a dozen or so new magazines, such as "New Wave", "New Youth", "Reform", etc., for me to read.At this time, my interest in reading extracurricular books suddenly became stronger again. From books and newspapers, I knew Dewey and Russell; I also knew about Tolstoy and Tagore.Only then did I realize that there is philosophy in novels, and my love for novels clearly reappeared.After contemplating for a while, I wrote a novel "Two Families", which I shyly handed over to my cousin Fangyuan.Use Bing Xin as the pen name.Firstly, it is because of the two characters Bing Xin, the strokes are simple and easy to write, and it is the meaning of the word Ying.The second reason is that I am too timid, afraid of being laughed at and criticized by others; the word Bing Xin is new, and when people see it, they will not think that these two words have anything to do with Xie Wanying. After the manuscript was sent, I didn't even have the courage to ask them if they wanted it!Three days later, I was logged out.When I saw my creation in the newspaper, I felt indescribably happy.My cousin Fang Yuan tried his best to encourage me to do it again.I continued to do it in one breath. At that time, there were almost weekly productions, and most of them were problem novels, such as "The Man Is Alone", "Going to the Country", "Zhuang Hong's Sister" and so on. Doing homework at this time is simply perfunctory!After school, I put aside my books and only wanted to write novels.After finishing the problem in front of me, when I searched my mind, all the things in my memory became active.A happy childhood, the sea, and soldiers with guns have provided me with a lot of boring materials.In the memories, half-knowledge, superficial and fragmented philosophies infiltrated.the second term-- From 1920 to 1921—the novels are "The National Flag", "Fish", "An Unimportant Soldier", etc., and the prose is "The Boundary of Infinite Life", "Questions and Answers" "etc. When it comes to fragmented thoughts, we should talk about "Stars" and "Spring Water". These two "fragmented thoughts" have caused me to suffer infinite injustices!I've swallowed words for ten years, and I'm about to pour them out. "Stars" and "Spring Water" are not poems.At least at that time, I didn't intend to write poetry.I don't know much about new poetry yet, I'm skeptical, and I don't dare to try it.I think the focus of poetry lies in the content rather than the form.At the same time, long poems without rhyme are easily confused with "poetic prose" if they are written without dividing lines. I wrote "Stars", as said in the postscript, because I read Tagore's work and imitated his form to collect my fragmented thoughts (so when "Stars" was published in "Morning Vice" on the first day, It is in the "New Literature and Art" column. The night before I logged out, Fang Yuan asked me on the phone, "What is this?" I was very embarrassed and said: "It's a little miscellaneous feeling..."). I wanted to write poetry, and I was encouraged by the reporter of "Morning News Supplement".On June 23, 1921, I wrote a section of "Lovely" in Xishan and sent it to "Chen Fu". It was published in this way, and there is a note from the reporter below: Apart from the universe, the cutest thing is only children.You don't have to think about it when you talk to him, and you don't have to be reserved.Raise your head to laugh, lower your head to get water.It doesn't matter if you think deeply or sing aloud; on the donkey's back or under the mountain gate, when you occasionally look back, you are always lively and smiling. This short article is very poetic, and it is okay to write it line by line and put it in the poem column. (It doesn’t really matter if it’s a poem or not. It depends on the content of the text.) Fortunately, we divide the column, just to make a rough outline, and don’t limit certain types of text that must be published. Miscellaneous feelings column I have also posted some very poetic things, so this column and the poem column are not just opened today.As a reporter, I was timid and gradually became more courageous. I also wanted to open the columns of articles and poems in my heart.A few months later, I branched out and wrote several "Sick Poets".The second song is rhymed.Because I finally feel that no matter how free the form of poetry is, there should always be phonology within the possible range.After that, I did some more. But none of them I feel satisfied with. That year, the Literary Research Association co-hosted the "Novel Monthly".My manuscripts are also often published there.Most of my works at that time were still novels, such as "Laughter", "Superman", etc., and my thinking was not much different from before.In terms of words, I seem to feel that they are more condensed than before. In the autumn of 1923, I went to America.At this time, my attention is not on the novel, but on the communication.Because I think it is easier to write with the communication genre and have an object and emotion.At the same time, communication is also the most free. You can say many interesting things in one paragraph.As a result, during the three years in the United States, I wrote 29 letters to young readers.I originally wanted to speak the truth in a childish tone, but I didn't want to write more and more like it!This is an inevitable failure.However, I was able to write down my experiences abroad in the past three years, as well as my impressions during my illness, and I feel very happy. The works in this period, in addition to newsletters, also have novels, such as "Enlightenment", "After the Play" and so on.There are very few poems, only "Going to the Enemy" and "Praise What You See" and so on.Also, the last ten chapters of "Past Events", the first twenty chapters, were written in China. ——That is the enlarged "Stars" and "Spring Water". I don't know if readers think it or not? ——In the last year of the United States, most of the time was spent in the translation of Chinese poems into English.There are fewer opportunities to create. In 1926, after returning to China until 1929, I hardly wrote a single word.If there are, I am afraid that there are only one or two poems such as "I love, come back, I love", "Preface to the Collection of Past Events" and so on.The reason was that I was busy with school affairs at that time, and my home was far away in Shanghai. I spent almost all of my vacation and spare time traveling south and north, and communicating with overseas.Now those letters are still piled at the bottom of Zao's box.Checking the number now, I feel that during those three years, I did not create anything! After we got married in June 1929, it was a troubled time for the two families.My mother and Zao's father passed away one after another. Our time is completely spent in running around in sickness and suffering.During this period, I only wrote two novels, "Three Years" and "The First Banquet". It was a year off after that.In February 1931, my child Zongsheng was born.During this year, I only wrote an article "Fen", translated one (The Prophet), and wrote an article "Return to the South", in memory of my mother. In the past, the creations were not limited to these, but only various works related to the period of thought and creation were divided into three parts according to the genre and the order of publication: 1. The part of novels, including "Two Families" and other twenty-nine articles.Second, the poem section, including "Welcome to the Divine Comedy" and other thirty-four poems, with "Stars" and "Spring Water".3. In the prose section, there are eleven articles such as "Send to the Indian philosopher Tagore from afar", "To the Qinglong Bridge", "Return to the South", etc., with "Thirty Past Events", twenty-nine letters to young readers, Ten chapters of "Notes in the Mountains".The works after I started writing, worth mentioning, are all here! Looking back at my own creations and the domestic literary world over the past ten years, I feel slightly moved. I feel like an old flower seller, picking up weak flowers in early spring and resting on the way.While I was panting and sweating, I saw many young and strong gardeners, carrying bright flowers, green grass, and red ripe fruits, flying past in front of me.I looked only surprised, only envious, only sad.However, I still want to work hard!I know my weaknesses and I know my strengths. I am not a man of learning, nor overflowing with emotion, but I have firm beliefs and deep sympathies.In ordinary little things, I still treasure my own field.I want to plant ordinary little flowers for ordinary little people to see! My respectful thanks in advance to my dear readers!Over the past ten years, I have received many criticisms, both positive and negative.I am ashamed that I do not deserve undue praise.As for the accusations of the shortcomings of my works, although I have never said a word, as long as there is no misunderstanding in the criticism, I always accept it in silence. I also want to thank the many little readers!I have received many letters from you over the years, and your innocent and sincere words often make me read them and be greatly moved.I know that my writing skills are suitable for prose rather than poetry.I also know that I know the childish innocence rather than the complex psychology of adults.In future creations, we still need to work harder on describing children. Revisiting these old works, how do I recall my mother who wore glasses and read manuscripts with a smile!Although I have kept it secret for ten years, I am afraid to admit it in front of people, and I am afraid that people will see my unpublished manuscript.And every time I finish an article, I always hold it in front of my mother first.She is my most loyal and ardent critic, often pointing out many far-fetched and mistakes in my writing.If she is here this time, amidst the fragrance of flowers and birdsong, sitting in front of the porch, listening to the spring and looking at the mountain.At the same time, I, who is the only daughter she loves, bows my head and writes quickly, sorting out the messy drafts of the past ten years. I don't know how comfortable she wants to be, I like it! In the cemetery in Hongqiao, Shanghai, the mother's gentle and benevolent soul for several months may be shattered by the continuous sound of artillery!Today is Ching Ming Festival again, the second younger brother is in Beiping City, accompanying his father; the eldest brother is in Hankou;I don't know if there was someone offering flowers to your grave besides the war in Shanghai? ...sleep in peace, my loving mother!God bless your gentle soul forever! Finally, I would like to thank Ji and Jiang, two girls who accompanied me up the mountain, like Wanwan babies.When I was writing the preface, they were busy copying the manuscript.When I was tired of writing, they accompanied me on a mountain tour.In the flowers and by the spring, their delicate laughter brought back my lively mood ten years ago and gave me boundless pleasure.As long as the children follow me all my life, I want to live among the children!Qingming Festival, 1932, Xiangshan, Shuangqing Villa. (This article was originally published on October 20, 1932, Volume 2, No. 3 of "Youth World".)