Chapter 91 To Hu Shi

Mr. Shizhi Principal: This is a letter from a Japanese student who wants to forward it to Mr. Pei Wenzhong.I seem to have heard that Mr. Pei has gone to the United States. I wonder if you can pass it on?Thank you very much. I only returned to Tokyo on the 4th of this month, and suddenly it was cool and quiet.It's hot here too, but it's still chilly in the morning and evening.Psychologically, the same is true. Wen Zao is still thin and busy, but in good spirits.The little girl, Zong Li, was a little taller and spoke a few more words in Japanese. She never remembered Peiping because she left in eight months, but she kept saying that she wanted to go back to Peiping, saying that she missed her brothers and sisters and the "motherland". She doesn't know what the word "motherland" feels like in her heart!

How are you, Mrs. Hu?How hot is it in Peking? When I meet Jinfu, Xueping, Yisheng, and Congwen, please send my regards.Ode to Li'an and Xie Bingxin's worship on the 47th, 8th, and 20th editions) I have passed through the untitled section three times.The sky is blue like sea water, the sea water is pale white like the sky, the top and bottom are transparent, colorless... In this transparent and colorless space, I can't feel anything at all! Behind the sea and the sky, no worries, nostalgia, or sorrow, all left behind!In front of the sea and the sky, whether it is joy, hope or fear, let it come to you!Now I am just a silent, tired, powerless me, hidden in the sea and sky, in a tiny shell, allowing the shadows in front of me to glide past - the four corners of the room are dark, everything is just an outline.The sun must be very high, but only a small piece of moss under the wall outside the west window got a corner of the sky full of bright sunshine!

In the vague and intermittent city sounds, I just closed my eyes and lay quietly on the bed. A puff of thick smoke rolled in.I quickly got up and closed the window.This is a "Zayuan" style courtyard. The courtyard was originally small, but a large corridor was built horizontally by the Japanese, leaving only two lines of sky on both sides of the corridor!The Japanese have gone, and all the forms of living rooms have not followed. The landlord can not only "build" but also "tear down", so these seven or eight families are "between the beds", "it is lost", The "artificial rock", the middle and the top of the "skylight" are mixed together.

In this complex courtyard, there are many toilets but few kitchens, so these seven or eight coal stoves are placed in disorder at the door of each house. The meal time of each house is different, and these coal stoves are also continuously lit.In my house, there is rarely a time when there is no smoke. I closed the window and went back to lie down. "Old lady, let me use your fire to cook some chicken intestines for Xiao Huang!" "Let's stew it, really, and ask!" "Hey, Xiao Huang has become thinner these days, isn't it the hot weather! I said that these days, there is no need to raise these small animals, people can't get enough to eat, let alone cats and dogs! How did Xiao Huang's mother feed him back then? It’s been ten years since I’ve been talking, the old man went to the street to buy vegetables, and he couldn’t afford to bring him some beef and liver. You didn’t see how fat he was! Right now, I’m going to cry when I’m feeding Xiao Huang. Said, "Xiao Huang, I have wronged you, but I don't even have to eat the old man." Old lady, you see, we have been to the south for ten years. After peace, there is a letter saying yes It's bitter there, malaria, and the money is not enough. What about Xiaoer and Erniu, we went to the north last year, and we haven't heard from them. Only us, the older girl, are left working day and night to support the two of us. It's pitiful to look at her. Her eyes are red all day long, and she coughs when she lays down at night. But what can I do? The old man is so old. Someone needs to be there. The girl is in the factory all day long, and the old man is sick. He went to the vegetable market yesterday and asked for a piece of chicken intestines from the chicken seller. Let's go, I'll lie down again when I come back. Cough, people and dogs are starving to death these days!..."

This room is much more crowded than it was ten years ago!In the past, the color of this living room was green, green curtains, green carpets, green chair covers, green mirror frames, green vases... Entering the room feels cool in summer and cold in winter.Today, it is colorful, like the "ten brocades" beside the grass, which looks lively, but not ugly. How many do you recognize?After the few of us came back, we packed up the leftovers and came to live here.This room looks a little crowded, doesn't it? "S and W, who originally lived here, have not come back. The experience in Weixian may have stimulated their nerves a little.

W now hates everything she sees, it doesn't please her eyes, she gets angry and cries at every turn, she scolds Japan, China, and the United States, no country is good.She has to use her brain, relax, and be lazy..." "It's because of her age, maybe it will be better in a while." "Perhaps, but you know that S is very influenced by her. She also said that her mother was ill, so she would not come here if she could not stay away. But she was not with her mother, but was with W in a girls' middle school. After staying there, one became the principal and the other the dean of academic affairs... "I tell you, when I came here, many relatives and friends advised me, saying that I gained weight after going back to China, and I am afraid that I will lose weight again when I go to China.It turned out that I lost twenty-two pounds in the Weixian concentration camp, and I was as thin as a bamboo pole.But for me, it seems that my "heart" is always in China. I was born here, and I know many people here.They said that the sound of cannons could still be heard outside the city of Beiping, but I told them that I had lived in Peiping for thirty years, and there were very few times when there was no sound of cannons outside the city.

"B lives here too now—she used to live in a house by herself—and J and H, the newcomers. The four of us live together, and we're better off. But there's coal for this winter. Problem, it's too expensive and it's not coming yet. "It doesn't matter, these ten years have passed, what else can't stand it! Just one thing, we need to have a 'hope', a hope of - safe - living - happy - working - so that these young people can study well, you just came from the south, tell me, in your opinion , Is there any hope for China's future? " Suddenly, a pile of earth hills protruded from the uneven and uneven land. It is said that it is Qingliang Mountain.Go up the rough and broken stone steps, pass through nine dome gates, and lead to the Saoye Tower.

On the freshly dusted wall by the roadside, there are many slogans posted, which were posted by Qingliangshan Middle School, such as cherishing the school and cherishing the time in class.I have never paid much attention to slogan literature, so these words and sentences have not penetrated into my memory. I only know that they were issued in response to the nine-day school strike petition. Passing through several temple-like houses, the statues of gods are all broken, and there are some agricultural products and straw piled up next to the bell and drum.There seemed to be people living in this temple. There was an old woman sitting on the steps, eating with a broken bowl.At the end of the walk, go up the stairs—although the stairs are the nearest building—there are three buildings with windows open facing you, which is the SAOYE Building!

On the left wall is a notice of the garrison commander protecting the scenic spot.In the middle is a portrait of the monk who sweeps leaves, with a pair of couplets on both sides.There are poems written by "ancient people" on the right wall beam.There were eight tea tables on the ground, and some soldiers and women were sitting together, drinking tea and eating melon seeds. We also picked a table and sat down, looking out of the window at what we saw when we came, a large piece of uneven green and yellow land-"...Of course there are no red leaves at this time! Needless to say, 'red', how can we even' No leaves? Where are the trees?"

"How do I know? I'm here for the first time. Tell you, I don't have any hope for our scenic spots. No matter where I go, there must be crooked poems full of walls and columns, and '×××××× There must be black and yellow "white" tablecloths, and there must be melon seed skins and peanut shells all over the ground. In addition, there are "very few remaining" buildings and landscapes. Everywhere they show "unworthy descendants" Dirty, lazy, obsessive, greedy habits. Our ancestors may like planting trees, building buildings, traveling in mountains, and playing in water; but we just like to sit around, drink tea, spit, crack sunflower seeds, and write on the wall when we are done. the name of—"

Downstairs across the street, someone suddenly played a flute, as if it was the tune of "Jasmine Flower". "Do you think this can be included in a poem? The title is "Whispering the Flute in the Sweeping Tower"! If you don't believe me, I will write a seven-character poem tomorrow. Look, what are 'red leaves', 'yellow flowers', and 'caring for people'," Ganyu', use fifty-six obsolete glyphs to maintain the sweeping leaf building that people fantasize about as "clouds and foggy temples", and hide peanut skins and melon seed shells under the Buddha table..." If you hadn't pulled me, I wouldn't have come!Because of the modern scenery and the poems of today's people, I even doubt the ancient landscape and the poems of the ancients.Really, everything is too far from reality! "August 27, 1947, Karuizawa, Japan. Version. )