Chapter 77 To Zhao Qingge

Qing Court: After returning, Wenzao was ill for a few days, but he recovered after a busy day.We have already started visiting some places: Xuanwu Lake is nice, the surroundings are very clear, and the city walls, distant mountains and towers are very beautiful; there is a little wind and rain at Jiming Temple, and the scene is suitable; Yanzhi Well was not found; (Wuyi Lane listens Said it was so narrow that I dare not go there, afraid that the illusion will disappear) Sun Yat-sen Mausoleum is the best, clean and open, the trees are green, much better than my impression ten years ago, Tan’s tomb is damaged and ruined, Ming Xiaoling Mausoleum is too small , People who have seen the Ming Tombs in Changping feel that it is not enough.Children appreciate those dozen pairs of stone men and stone horses very much.On the way home, I arrived at Mochou Lake. It was so sad!Half of it has been reduced to rice fields, and the walls of Shengqi Tower are full of "celebrity traces"; the Qinhuai River is a stinky stream; the painting boat is even more ugly.I think the ancients had too few places for common people to visit.One is happy with a little water, as in the Shichahai Lake in Beiping and the Mochou Lake in Nanjing, which disappoint those who reminisce about ancient times.I plan to go to Yanziji this afternoon. I think the riverside must be more bold.when can you comeOur whereabouts are not yet determined.I sent a letter to Zhenduo yesterday, entrusting him with a few things, some of which were discussed by you, please ask him for a letter when you meet and discuss it.Do friends in the United States or in Sichuan believe it?The weather in the south of the Yangtze River is good, and I am afraid that now is the time for flowers to bloom in Peiping. I really miss the peonies in Central Park (now Zhongshan Park)!I wish you all the best Bing Xin September 23rd, 2046. Homeless, what a beautiful and sweet term:

When recruiting a wanderer, when he thinks of home, his eyes will be filled with tears, and his heart will have a mixed feeling of sweet and sour.There are so many descriptions of this kind in Chinese and foreign ancient and modern texts, so don't worry about it. But "home", apart from the emotional son, includes a lot of material things: from parents and children, down to chickens, dogs, cats and pigs; from pavilions and ponds, down to buckets and braziers, oil bottles and salt jars , are all part of "home", so when it comes to housekeepers, which housewife doesn't frown?When it comes to moving, which housewife doesn't have a headache?

In the rain or the day after the rain, I often see the snail dragging its slimy body and crawling on the damp mud wall. I always have a kind of sympathy and pity for it!This is exactly the symbol of a housewife! The body of a snail is the same as our emotions, soft and timid.It needs a thick shell and often has to drill into it without thinking, to seek safety and keep warm.This thick shell is the heavy and complicated home organized by parents and children, oil bottles and salt jars!As a result, it spends only a short time seeking safety and warmth, and dragging the thick shell on its back, gnashing its teeth and wriggling most of the time!

Recently, because of a long-distance travel, my family was temporarily disbanded. The three children were sent to my uncle's house, and my husband and I borrowed from relatives or friends. Running around, I actually tasted a taste of freedom and freshness that I have not tasted in the past twenty years, that is the joy of being homeless. The ancients said that "no official is light", this man is a good official!He regards being an official as a kind of responsibility. When he goes to the official position and relieves his responsibility, he will be brisk and become immortal. We mean "homeless," no home, no responsibilities, no menus, no accounting, no sweeping, no... ouch, the list of "don'ts" is endless.At this time, you feel that your ears are clearer, your eyes are brighter, your mind is more flexible, and you are looking for something to do when you have nothing to do.

So you can hear voices that you can't hear normally; you can also see colors that you can't usually see; When I came back to Nanjing this time, I felt that the autumn in Nanjing was so lovely and pitiful. The sky was as blue as Beiping, and the stars and moon were so cold and crystal clear every night, which made people hold their breath and bow their heads.When I woke up in the morning, I opened my eyes and saw a blue sky outside the screen window. I couldn't wait to button up my clothes, so I forced people to run outside the door: on the slender grass covered with a layer of frost, a dozen or so people were lying comfortably and affectionately. Scattered big red and yellow maple leaves, weeping willows swaying happily in the wind, anchovy red fish in the pond chatter freely among the duckweed, and when they see people coming, they swim and sink down.

The day started off so freely. My friends all live in the area of ​​Yihe Road, and they start their tour of Yihe Road early in the morning. To visit friends and eat, this Yihe Road has to be walked seven or eight times a day.I once said to my friends with a smile that when the Nanjing Municipal Government plans to renovate Yihe Road in the future, I will have to pay a considerable repair fee because I walk too much. Most of my friends have the same smell as me, and they talk very vigorously. When they are happy or sad, they can shed tears, and sometimes they are so deep that they can be held back.Originally, the great changes in the world, the country, and individuals in the past eight or nine years have caused so many joys and sorrows, and so many sweet and bitter emotions.These nine years have pushed us from the "ignorant" youth to the "understanding" middle age. When we recount the past in detail, our ability to analyze and understand has been strengthened, and we suddenly feel something that we never felt nine years ago. Sorrow and contradiction—but in this sorrow and contradiction, there is also a tranquility and freedom that I have never felt before.

After talking enough, I suddenly wanted to go out for a walk, so I went out again like a swarm of bees. We found that eight quiet and elegant corners have been added out of thin air on Xuanwu Lake. There is often no one here, or one or two busy children occupying the corner of the small pavilion or bridge.On this vast waterside, once the scene of traffic and boats was washed away, the clear sky, the dazzling lake water, the thick and slender grass, and the quiet buildings were all handed over to us idlers. We often walked in with a feeling of cherishing and cherishing, and walked out with a feeling of nostalgia.

Not only are there many more corners on Xuanwu Lake, but there are also countless colorful and dazzling windows on the street.The goods are cheap and everything is fresh!It’s been a long time since I’ve developed a home, as if the money in my pocket is always inexhaustible, so I bought some east and west, either as a gift or as a gift, and fully enjoyed the pleasure of squandering.When I returned to the apartment with a lot of things in my hands, I felt that what I liked was not the colorful candies, but the squandering pleasure behind the candies. There are also all kinds of card games: ten years ago I would never play, I thought it was a time-consuming and nerve-wracking thing.After the Anti-Japanese War, in a lonely and difficult environment, without other outdoor entertainment, poker became the only game.When we arrived in Chongqing, during the most violent season of air raids, the red ball was hung up, the alarm came, and the children were sent out of the air-raid shelter. While waiting for the emergency alarm, the cards were often spread out to relax everyone's nervous mood.

But that still uses playing cards as a tool, such as the "hygiene cards" of ordinary university professors, to reconcile the monotonous atmosphere in the laboratory.This time I played cards differently, as if I were on a special kind of indulgent holiday. Anyway, I didn’t have to go to bed early at night, and I didn’t have to get up early in the morning. A few friends were laughing and talking while playing all kinds of card tricks that they had never played before. The joy of being homeless is still going on, and we are still planning to squeeze out two or three days to go sightseeing in the mountains and rivers before we go on a long journey... But I already have a feeling of loneliness!I remember when I was a child in a private school, from New Year’s Eve, playing with gongs and drums until the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, and when the willows were on the moon, a sense of loneliness suddenly hit me, it was really "the ashram is scattered"!In a while, I should turn on the lamp and go to sleep. In the cold quilt, I will warm up the happy life of the past fifteen days in the dark. Tomorrow, I will prepare to see the wrinkled and ruthless face of my husband, and the few scattered and cold plum blossoms outside the book window.

When God created the snail, he gave it a thick shell on its back. Whether it is willing to carry it or not, it has to wriggle with the thick shell on its back.After going back and forth, it developed feelings for this thick shell.Without this shell, although it temporarily gains a kind of freedom that it has never experienced before, it always feels abnormal and restless in its heart! The shell I want to get into is Tokyo, which is far away overseas.Like many previous shells, it is said that it is still elegant, plus my quiet husband and cute little daughter, it is not bad to keep warm for peace!

Whether it is a shell or not, "home" is such a beautiful and sweet "noun"!On October 20th, 1935, it was already night from Nanjing Yihe Road from Chongqing to Hakone, from Haneda Airport to Tokyo.The streets under the street lights were deserted, with no one to be seen, which was completely different from Shanghai, where people were noisy and vehicles were crowded. I think this is the real night.It was never so silent during the day.On my third day in Tokyo, my friend took me to Hakone. On the way from Tokyo to Yokohama, what impresses me most is the boundless rubble, ragged women, and haggard crowd.But the road is smooth and smooth.As we approach Hakone, the forest gradually deepens, the red leaves reflect the setting sun, and the winding road adds a layer of beauty.At the big turn of the mountain road, the snow cap on the top of Mount Fuji, wrapped in purple clouds, really has an indescribable beauty. Compared with the first-class hotels in Europe and America, the hotels in Hakone are not bad.Looking from the window, it is full of oriental flavor.Mountains, eaves, stone towers, small bridges, etc., make people feel elegant and comfortable. I couldn't fall asleep that night, I had all kinds of thoughts in my head, and I couldn't explain why I had such feelings. In the past two days, I got up before dawn, rolled up the curtains, and the green pine was faintly exposed in the thick fog that completely enveloped the mountains. "Ah! My Geleshan!" I suddenly wanted to call out like this - Geleshan, the strange peak in Chongqing, is mine. I have to introduce the nostalgic Gele Mountain here.Geleshan is much smaller than Hakone, and there are not so many red leaves.Gele Mountain is surrounded by dense pine forests, and in spring, bright red rhododendrons are in full bloom. In the spring night, you can hear the sad singing of the azaleas. It is said that the red color of the azaleas on the mountain is stained by the blood vomited by the azaleas. The days of bombing are often clear and clear. Amid the panic and screaming sirens, they ran into the cold air-raid shelter with food, water, candles, blankets, and children in their arms. Inside, the trembling women and children turned blue. We made no sound, and sighed long and long at the swarms of planes flying overhead, the roaring explosions, and the violently shaking wind, and then finally climbed to the top of the mountain, looking at the sky covered in billowing white smoke. In Chongqing, I was concerned about the safety of my loved ones. The bombing at night must be a beautiful starry night.We do not go into caves at night. After putting the children to sleep, hold them on their lap, and wait in the narrow opening. Looking down, the firefly-like light gradually disappeared, and soon the street was completely surrounded by black, and everything was quiet, except for the faint barking of dogs in the distance. The Jialing River is like a silvery white silk belt. In the faint moonlight, the aircraft was invisible, only the sound of explosions gradually came, and suddenly several searchlights swept across the sky. "It's a hit!" "It's a hit!" Nine, six, three, white moth-like planes swayed towards Chongqing, followed by an explosion that shook the earth, and the flames rushed into the sky. In this way, five years of days and nights flowed away.The five years in Geleshan were spent in "good days and good nights". A terrible, damning war. When the war is over, we know how to complain.And even though we have experienced fierce wars, we also know compassion and love.Therefore, during my last two years in Geleshan, when I heard that Tokyo was bombed, I felt a kind of indescribable pain.I can imagine the tragic appearance of countless young women in Tokyo who are worried about their husbands and relatives, carrying weak children on their backs and squeezed into the empty trench amidst sirens. When I saw Tokyo, I thought of Chongqing. Walking in Hakone felt like walking in Geleshan. Pain teaches us valuable lessons.The greatest prosperity and happiness cannot be obtained in aggression, only sympathy and mutual love can have coexistence and co-prosperity. In the future, we will never make Mount Koraku and Hakone an evacuation site again. Let people who love mountains and rivers often go to the top of the mountain to enjoy the beautiful scenery, and we will no longer be able to squeeze into the dark air-raid shelters from the beauty of nature. (In Tokyo on October 22, 35th year of the Republic of China) (Translated by Liu Fuchun) (This article was originally published in Japan, originally in Japanese.) To Japanese women last autumn, on the night of August 10, the telegram of the end of the war, like Like a whirlwind, it quickly spread to every corner of China.I myself was on a mountain in Sichuan, looking at the stars in the sky and the lights on the ground below the mountain, I heard this news that I had been looking forward to for eight years!Amidst this shocking frenzy, there was a moment of dizzy silence.There were a few children laughing loudly, a few older children crying loudly, and a few male guests frantically surrounding me begging for drinks!No laughing, no crying, no drinking, just me, I have been silent! This silence has been stretching since the night of August 10th last year.I was depressed and uneasy all the time. At that time, I was in the demobilization and circulation period. Not only did I have no time to talk with others in detail, but I also had no time to review myself.It is extremely difficult to be able to meet with yourself quietly! One week before leaving China, I took three busy days to go to Hangzhou to rest.The scenery of the West Lake under the autumn sun evokes a relaxed and happy mood in me, but the underlying boredom in my heart never leaves me.Finally, after a night of insomnia, I suddenly quietly walked out of my residence the next morning, bypassed the Xiling Bridge, faced the rippling lake light under the light mist, stepped on the dewdrops on the fragrant grass, and walked up the road. "One willow and one peach" Su Causeway, walking aimlessly towards the endless long causeway... Just like dressing up to visit a distinguished guest, I use the scenery of lakes and mountains to soak my heavy dust and dirt, and bow my head to welcome my inner self. Pedestrians are almost cut off on the embankment.Beside the water where the willow branches are blowing low, there are a few little girls reciting their books aloud. The distant mountains and the near pagodas appear very solemn and beautiful amidst all the light and confusion. Aimlessly walking along the long embankment, walking; I gradually approached myself, and began to greet after a long absence.Unexpectedly, I found that after eight years of suffering and wandering, deep sorrow and hatred, I still retained a considerable simplicity, simplicity and innocence. She - my "big self", told me very calmly and kindly: The greatest power in the world is not the whirlwind-like planes, the giant thunder-like cannons, the shark-like warships, and all the destructive and destructive weapons—because the new inventions of war weapons are constantly advancing by leaps and bounds.The one with the greatest power is the one behind the cannon of the aircraft, who drives and shoots calmly, is a human being with blood, flesh, emotion, and reason. Machines are ignorant, humans are loving. The starting point of love for human beings and all creatures is the love of mothers. A mother's love is kind, gentle, tolerant, and magnanimous; but at the same time it is also the most solemn, the strongest, the most resistant, and the most righteous! She saw flames all over the sky, rubble all over the ground, dead bones and wreckage all over mountains and valleys, crying children and weeping women all over the city and country... Her kind eyes will become sharp lightning, her gentleness Her voice will turn into a clear sky breeze, and her sense of justice will soar to the highest blue sky to utter her stern scream! She wants to stop all aggressors' narcotic and blinded education, stop all the manufacturing of sacred scientific inventions as war tools, and stop all false and distorted propaganda that causes human beings to kill each other and destroy each other. Because in war, it is the greatest women who suffer the most! In the war, she will send her husband and son, whom she has worked so hard to support and raise, to the battlefield of destruction; , dragging their children into the valley in the mountains; or on the scorched earth, in the rubble field, re-build a small canopy to shelter from the wind and rain.She shed the last drop of tears, shed the last drop of blood, on the tragic and dark end of the war... After all the hard work, she will clean it up, build it, and create it again. Mothers of all mankind, women all over the world, should rise up! We cannot shirk our mistakes, and cannot evade our responsibilities. When we believe in our children and look up to us, do we tell them with a fearless spirit that war is immoral, hatred has no end, and violence is immoral? And aggression, is it a failure in the end? Do we say to them kindly and gently: the world is peaceful, human beings are free, and between nations and nations, between nations, only love and mutual assistance can achieve eternal happiness and peace? Looking up suddenly, it turned out that I had reached the end of Su Causeway, turned back, faced the more brilliant lake light, and the morning fog completely disappeared, my eyes suddenly filled with tears, my "big self" gently looked at the I say: "When you are a child, you bear love, and you only feel the greatness of love; when you are a mother, you endow yourself with love, but you know the pain of love!" In the past eight years, I have tasted the pain of love!I don't know how many women in the whole world—in Tokyo, where I am right now—are experiencing the same pain of love as I am. Let us join hands, and we will lead our innocent and pure sons and daughters to rebuild a prosperous and prosperous village and city on the desolate rubble field in Yadong. Across the ocean, sympathy and love are like Like the sea breeze, we will always communicate warmly!On the night of November 29, 1946, in Tokyo. Volume 1 Issue 10. ) Wen Zao, a treasure that cannot be lost, came back from outside smiling, with a large thick volume of "Chinese Famous Paintings" under his side.He just bought it from a second-hand bookstore for 600 yen! Seeing how he was flipping through and enjoying the books under the lamp, I didn't make a sound, just sat in a corner of the study and stared at him silently. Lovely reader who has no memory, he has forgotten his sad story! Both of us like to buy books, especially Wenzao.When he was a student, in the United States, his bills were often dried up by the end of a month from buying books indiscriminately.He always happily satiated his hunger with bread and cold water. He felt that spiritual food was more important than material food.When we were friends, what he gave me were not fragrant flowers and candies or other treasures, but various rare books, literary, philosophical, and artistic masterpieces. After we got married, in the small new house, the living room and the study room were really "full of walls", and the walls were also covered with quite expensive calligraphy and paintings. Ten years later, there are more and more books, bought by myself and given by friends, with an average of about ten books per month, not counting magazines and various academic publications.In our living room, the new books on the semicircular carved mahogany table are changed almost every week.When friends and students come, they always run to the semi-circular table first and stand to browse. At the same time, we also traveled to many places in the past ten years, took many artistic photos, bought many antique paintings, and other souvenirs.After admiring and admiring ourselves and our friends, we cherish these precious things and choose to hang them up or put them away. On June 29, the 26th year of the Republic of China, we passed through the three eastern provinces by the Siberian Railway from Europe, entered Shanhaiguan, and returned to Peiping.There were always dozens of family members, friends and students who came to the station to welcome us. When they got home, they rushed to unpack our luggage for us and look at the things we had brought back from afar. On July 7th, on the Marco Polo Bridge, the fire of war was ignited... In order to fight for justice and peace, we decided to go to the rear of the War of Resistance.We try our best, but because our youngest daughter Zong Li has not yet been born, and at the same time we have to maintain the opening of Yenching University, we lived in Beiping for another academic year.During this school year, we have made preparations to leave Peiping every day: All the furnishings are given away, donated, sold, and only some of the most precious things are left, and those who are not willing to let them go into exile and adventure with us, we treasure them and send them. It exists upstairs in the classroom of Yenching University.That is Wen Zao’s diary for decades since he was a student at Tsinghua University; and my diary for three years in the United States; the six years of neat correspondence between the two of us, my mother and friends, and many unknown “little readers” ", many of which can be read as poems and prose, as well as the letters and poems my father wrote to my mother when he was young at sea, and I kept them after my mother died.In addition, there are books signed by the author and sent to me, such as Tagore and others; To The Light House by Vir-ginia Wolfe and others; , followed by large and small photos, children's photos, and travel photos, and then there are various rare books, various painting collections, note books, various calligraphy and paintings, and many souvenirs with artistic value... They were collected and packed into fifteen large wooden boxes.What Wen Zao compiled over the past 15 years, and dozens of cloth boxes of notebooks and textbooks, are not included! When packing these things, there are always many male and female students to help, some register, some wrap, and some pack boxes. …We sit on the ground and work busy, and when we are tired, we rest on the ground, drink tea and talk.We all hate war!War has destroyed culture, destroyed works of art, and deprived us scholars of the time to study and write. No amount of material gains for these losses can be exchanged for compensation, let alone aggression and competition, and there must be no permanent gains! When these young people were lamenting and chatting, I was often silent because of fatigue.At this time, I always remembered that when the Jin people committed crimes in the Song Dynasty, our great poetess Li Yi'an and her husband Zhao Mingcheng took refuge in haste and lost all the gold and stone calligraphy and paintings they had collected over the years.Li Yi'an described how they loved calligraphy and painting when their first marriage was poor, but they couldn't afford calligraphy and painting!After life improved, how did they slowly collect calligraphy and paintings, as well as gold and stone artworks? For these treasures, they built a library to preserve and decorate; between the lines, the joy of living together and the happiness of peace overflowed.In the end, it is the invasion of the Jin people, the death of the husband, the loss of gold and stones, and the poverty of the Laojiao... The full description presents the end of the cultural people during the war! I dare not imitate myself in Li Yi'an, but I do have a husband like Li Yi'an who likes to collect!The difference between me and Li Yi'an is that she only sighs and resents what happened to her, but I always think that war is temporary, and justice and truth will win in the end.It is still a worthwhile thing to exchange the tragic loss of cultural relics for the highest rational awareness of mankind! Having said that, I can't forget my "treasures" left in Beiping.In July of this year, when I got the first opportunity to fly back to Peking, I hurried back to Yenching University.There, I found that the appearance of the school scene has not changed at all. After half a year of repairs, it is still magnificent; the trees are more lush than before, and the lake is still rippling!When I walked into the courtyard of my residence, the wisteria that was so fragrant to the neighbors was gone, even the shelf was gone, and there were no red roses and white roses in front of the porch!Going up to the attic, the walls are empty, Wen Zao's dozens of boxes of notebooks and textbooks are gone! Suddenly there was an indescribable emptiness in my heart, I stood silently for a while, then turned around and got down. When I met my fellow workers, I mentioned our house back then. When Japan and the United States declared war and Yanda University was sealed off, it became the residence of the Japanese military police. Wen Zao’s study room was the place where professors were tortured.Those note boxes were transported away by the Japanese soldiers, and their whereabouts are unknown. Two days later, full of timidity, I went up to the roof of the building where our bookcases were stored—as expected, the small room was open, and when I turned on the electric light, it was just empty. Four walls!My diaries, my letters, my books, my...all are gone! The white-haired worker, standing at the door with the key, saw my speechless silence, walked over quietly, and comforted me as if apologetic: "In the early morning of the second day of the Pearl Harbor incident, Japanese soldiers surrounded Yanjing. University, the students were kicked out, and we were all locked up. We were also kicked out the next day, until last August, when we came back, we found that all the buildings were empty, and the buildings were demolished. It's not in the same shape. . . . your stuff is probably the same as everyone else's, and you can't find it again. But . . . I'm so glad . I thanked him, tears fell suddenly, I turned around and went downstairs. Slowly through the green hillside, to the lake.Looking at the stone boat beside the island pavilion, I walked around the lake for two weeks, and my heart gradually changed from desolation and loneliness to enlightenment and joy. From ancient times to the present, from east to west, I don't know how many people have possessed hundreds of times and thousands of times more treasures than me.Needless to say, those treasures were destroyed, and those that were not destroyed had already changed several owners!My diary, my letters, and the descriptions of the local experience and feelings of those years are of course precious, but, as the old worker said, I am still alive!I can still narrate, I can still describe, and I can still spread my philosophy! War has taken away a treasure that destroyed a part of me, but it has increased my most precious, indelible treasure, which is my faith in humanity! Human beings are progressive and noble, and they will slowly walk back to the broad and flat road from countless wrong and distorted paths.There will always be a day when schools all over the world will be full of healthy and lively students again, and professors’ study rooms will be full of books, they study, they study, and seek the welfare of all mankind. Human beings are also forgetful. The pain of several years of war cannot dispel decades of hobbies.This time in Japan, I traveled in various scenic spots, and I was indifferent to taking pictures and collecting souvenirs, but my nerdy husband has already exceeded his financial ability!Started buying his books! (This article was originally published in "Women's Monthly", Volume 6, No. 2, July 1947.) From last year to this Christmas, when I picked up my pen, it was a quiet night in Tokyo, surrounded by a circle of lights. Outside, soft Christmas music was playing on the radio.Recalling last year's Christmas, I can't help but feel infinite joy and emotion. Tonight last year, I was preparing a speech. I was invited by the Geleshan Chapel in the suburbs of Chongqing, China, to speak to a group of residents and students on the mountain.After we decorated a big Christmas tree and the children went to bed one by one, I went to a small table under the Christmas tree with a pen and paper, looked up at the golden star on the top of the tree, and thought deeply. The snow is falling outside the window, and the soft rustling of pine tops can be heard through the window, and sharp sparks burst out from the charcoal basin by the table.In the silence, this small sound and this flash of fire seem to be singing, "Glory to God in heaven, and peace and joy on earth to man"! After eight years of fighting for truth and freedom, peace and joy are so much needed for the weary and needy!But after the triumphant song rolled over like a tide, people's hearts seemed to feel empty, and on the one hand, it seemed to add an infinite burden.Yes, it is already difficult to relieve pain, but it is even more difficult to establish happiness and peace! Both happiness and peace start from great love. Only people with great love can hate power and love truth. Only people with great love can clearly distinguish between love and hate!What we hate is a violent group, a powerful doctrine, and what we love are generally docile and kind-hearted people. Jesus Christ is the crystallization of all great love. He hates tax collectors, scribes, and all hypocrites.He hated all violence against the people, but for the abuse and poison he suffered, he prayed with the most tolerant and great words, "May the Father forgive them, because they do not know what they do." What a great loving personality!How can one not give glory to God after beholding such a personality! No country in the world knows the value and loveliness of peace better than our Chinese people.There is no country in the world that knows more about the difficulty of establishing peace than our Chinese people, because the task of establishing peace cannot be borne by a certain country or an ordinary people alone. In the past, we have honorably done the greatest tolerance From then on, we must try our best bravely. We must take the heart of Christ and imitate his great personality. After we have won freedom and discerned the truth, we must "repay good for evil" with a loving and gentle heart, and lead brothers all over the world on the road of peace and construction. The above is the general idea of ​​my speech to the Geleshan congregation. At that time, I never thought that I would go to Tokyo, Japan this year, nor did I think that I would have the opportunity to speak on paper to my Chinese compatriots!My thinking is consistent, I always believe that violence is temporary and peace is eternal.During the eight years of the Anti-Japanese War, no matter how painful the environment was, on Christmas Eve, I always decorated a Christmas tree for the children, even if the tree was as small as a thin grass!I want to tell my children that I will never be discouraged, never disappointed, as long as there is a great loving personality in the world, even if this personality has been crucified by violence, and this great power of love will Every year during this period it erupts and fills the whole world!Tokyo, December 23rd Night, Thirty-five Years of the Republic of China (This article was originally published in Tokyo's "China Daily" on December 29, 1946.) Frankly speaking to young Japanese women, I really don't know how to deal with the issue of Japanese women. say something.Generally speaking, I think it is a pity that Japanese women were still closed in a very feudal life circle until this war, far from the social status and freedom of thought that our Chinese women have. It is hard for us to imagine that women must be paid less than men for the same work.I hope to get out of this state sooner.I think this is the direction of Japan in the future, and it will definitely have a major impact on other aspects.Equality between men and women, from the point of view of authoritative world history, must be so, but the most important thing is women's self-consciousness. Another point, if I say my hope, it is that Japanese women can learn more about China.After a long period of women's liberation movement, we Chinese women have obtained their current status, and the law also guarantees an equal life for men and women.About this point, everyone knows a little bit, right?Especially after the May 4th Movement, the Women's Liberation Movement reached its climax. Peking University and other universities opened schools for women, thus strengthening women's social awareness and having a correct understanding of the phenomenon of women entering society.Of course, this cannot be said to be common in China, and there are people living in the same way in places where education is not popular.However, most of those who gave strong support to the long-term resistance war were liberated and awakened women.This point is understandable. As part of world peace, Japan and China must understand each other in order to maintain a permanent friendship.Especially us lesbians, we can understand a lot.We must correct past mistakes, study China hard, and join hands with each other through this learning.For the new peaceful relationship between China and Japan, we women should do our best to make meaningful contributions. (Translated by Liu Fuchun) (This article was originally published in Japan, originally in Japanese.) New Year's greetings to Japanese women to congratulate the new year. I wish you all continue to heal the wounds of war, cheer up, and overcome suffering!Bing Xin wrote an open letter to Japanese students in 1947. The "Student News" of Keio University asked me to write a letter to Japanese students. I feel very happy and honored. I respect and love any young student in the world very much, because students are intellectuals in society, they are young, brave, progressive, innocent and pure.All our happiness and hopes are placed on this class of students. The future world is their work field.At the same time, their own suffering or enjoyment in the future will also be determined by their goals and ideals! Especially today's young students in Japan, how sacred and important is your responsibility in the process of liberating and transforming the country and society! The war is over, and the entire Japanese people have turned around from the aggressive militarism.From the environment of being deceived and suppressed for decades, I raised my head and opened my eyes. At this time, I looked out at the vast world around overseas, and looked back at the desolate and destroyed land in China. In this trance, the majority of the people are depressed, suspicious, hesitant, and decadent. They yearn for a group of correct leaders... Japanese students, your time has come! Japan has accepted Chinese academic culture for more than a thousand years, and Western scientific civilization for nearly a hundred years, but Japan has neglected the greatest and most important point, that is, the idea of ​​freedom and democracy! 第一件事是：我们要承认世界上一切人类，是生来平等的，没有任何民族，可自称为“神明之胄”。在人人自由，个个平等的立场上，只有合作，只有互助，才能建之起世界的和平。 青年学生本是求知的，热诚的，现在在日本的外邦人士，是空前的众多，应该趁此时机，多方的与他们接触，学习他们的语言，研究他们的文化，建立起民族间诚恳的友谊。多多认识，多多了解，等到交通条件允许的时候，更应该多多的游历旅行，观察各国的风土民情，访问各国的名人学者，来扩大自己的眼光，改进自己的思想，和世界各国的知识前进的分子，携起手来，为着将来和平的世界，共同努力。 第二件事是：我们要承认男女两性，在社会上的地位是应该平等的。女子和男子一样，是应该受同等的教育，享受同等的法律上的权利的。特别在今日的日本，女子的人数，超过男子，假如让这班姊妹，停留在无知低下的地位上，那就不知要减削了多少建设创造的力量，所以我们要鼓吹男女求学的机会均等，把我们姊妹在家庭与社会的地位，无限量的提高，使我们能够尊重她们的人格，言论，与思想，藉着她们的和平，稳健，坚定，温柔的天性，来感化我们，匡助我们，共同的在复兴建设的路途上携手迈进。 最后我要特别恳切的提到，中日两国在东半球望衡对宇，本是唇齿之邦，在文化的历史上，更是十分密切。过去几十年间，因着日本军阀的独裁专横，在国内是隐瞒诱骗，在国外是侵略欺凌，使得两国青年，对于两国的合作前途不能有开诚布公，恳谈互商的机会。如今桎梏解除，误会冰释，我们应当恢复一千年来信使来往，文物交换的欢情，多多的互遣文人学者以及科学技术人才，仔细讨论，缜密研究，寻求合理协力之方，来发扬我们的典章文物，政教礼俗……来改进我们的农矿工商，出产制造，将来亚东一面之安乐与繁荣，都寄托在两国热诚坦白的青年人身上！ 在此，我敬祝日本的学生们，身心康泰。一九四七年一月六日，东京第１３期。 )