Famous writers' articles about campus life

Author Lu Xun

Tokyo is nothing more than this. When the cherry blossoms in Ueno are rotten, it looks like a crimson light cloud, but under the flowers, there is also a crash course of "Qing students" in droves, with big braid on the top of their heads, towering high above the top of the students' hats, forming a Mount Fuji. There are also braids that are dissolved and flattened, except for the hat, which is shiny and can be seen, just like a little girl's bun, and the neck is twisted a few times. It's really beautiful.

There are some books to buy in the concierge of China International Students' Club, and sometimes it is worth visiting. If in the morning, you can still sit in some of the houses inside. However, in the evening, the floor of one room often inevitably resounds loudly, and the room is full of smoke and dust; Ask someone who is proficient in current affairs and answer, "That's learning to dance."

how about going somewhere else?

I'm going to Sendai Medical College. Starting from Tokyo, I soon arrived at a post station and wrote: In the twilight. Somehow, I still remember this name. Secondly, I only remember Mito, which is the place where Mr. Zhu Shunshui, a adherent of Ming Dynasty, died. Sendai is a town, not big; It's terribly cold in winter; There are no students from China yet.

it's probably that hope is the most precious thing. When Beijing cabbages are shipped to Zhejiang, they are tied with red ropes and hung upside down at the head of the fruit shop, which is regarded as "glue vegetables"; Aloe vera, which is wild in Fujian, enters the greenhouse as soon as it arrives in Beijing, and is euphemistically called "agave". I also received such preferential treatment when I went to Sendai. Not only did the school not charge tuition fees, but several staff members also worried about my accommodation. I first lived in an inn next to the prison. It was already quite cold in early winter, but there were still many mosquitoes. Later, I covered my whole body with a quilt and wrapped my head in clothes, leaving only two nostrils to vent my anger. In this breathing place, mosquitoes can't interrupt, but sleep well. The food is not bad either. However, a gentleman thought that this inn also catered for prisoners' meals, and it was not appropriate for me to live there. He repeatedly said. Although I don't think the meals of the prisoners in the inn have anything to do with me, I have to find another suitable place to live. So I moved to another house, which is far from the prison. Unfortunately, I always have to drink taro soup that is hard to swallow every day.

Since then, I have seen many strange teachers and heard many fresh lectures. Anatomy is divided between two professors. Originally it was bone science. What came in at that time was a black and thin gentleman with a moustache, wearing glasses and carrying a stack of books, large and small. As soon as I put the book on the podium, I introduced myself to the students in a slow and very frustrating tone: < P > "My name is Fujino Genkuro ..."

a few people in the back started laughing. He went on to tell the history of anatomy in Japan, and those books, large and small, are works on this subject from the beginning to the present. At first, some of them were wired; There are also people who have copied China's translation. Their translation and research on new medicine are not earlier than China's.

The one sitting in the back laughing is the one who failed last year. He has been in school for one year and is quite familiar with his stories. They gave a lecture to the freshmen on the history of each professor. This Mr. Fujino is said to be so careless in his clothes that he sometimes forgets to tie a tie. Winter is an old coat, shivering, once on the train, causing the car manager to suspect that he is a pickpocket and ask the guests in the car to be careful.

What they said is probably true. I saw him once in class without a tie.

after a week, about Saturday, he sent his assistant to call me. When I got to the laboratory, I saw him sitting among human bones and many separate skulls. He was studying the skull at that time, and then a paper was published in the magazine of our school.

"My lecture notes, can you copy them down?" He asked.

"You can copy a little."

"show me!"

I handed in the copied lecture notes, and he accepted them and returned them to me the next day, saying that he would show them to him once a week thereafter. When I took it down and opened it, I was taken aback and felt uneasy and grateful at the same time. It turns out that my handout has been changed from beginning to end with a red pen, which not only adds many omissions, but also corrects Lian Wenfa's mistakes. This continued until he finished teaching his lessons: orthopedics, vascular science and neurology.

it's a pity that I didn't work hard at that time, and sometimes I was willful. I still remember Mr. Fujino once called me to his research room, dug up a picture on my handout, pointed to the blood vessel of the lower arm and said kindly to me:-

"Look, you moved this blood vessel a little bit. -naturally, such a move is really better, but the anatomical map is not art, the real thing is so kind that we can't change it. Now that I've corrected it for you, you should follow all the pictures on the blackboard in the future. "

But I was still unconvinced and promised verbally, but I thought to myself:-

"I still drew a good picture; As for the actual situation, I naturally remember it. "

After the school year experiment, I went to Tokyo for a summer and went back to school in early autumn. The results have already been published. Among more than 1 students, I was in the middle, but I didn't fall behind. This time, Mr. Fujino's homework is anatomy practice and local anatomy.

After practicing anatomy for about a week, he asked me to go again. Happily, he still said to me in a very restrained tone:

"I was worried because I heard that China people respect ghosts very much, so I was afraid that you wouldn't dissect corpses. Now I am relieved, there is no such thing. "

but he occasionally embarrassed me. He heard that women in China are foot-binding, but he didn't know the details, so he asked me how to wrap it, and how the foot bones became deformed. He also sighed, "I always have to take a look to know. What is going on? " One day, the student union officer at the same level came to my apartment and wanted to borrow my handout. I checked it out and gave it to them, but I searched it and didn't take it away. But as soon as they left, the postman sent a thick letter. When opening it, the first sentence was:

"Please repent!"

This is a sentence from the New Testament, but it was recently quoted by Tolstoy. At that time, it was the Russo-Japanese War, and Mr. Tolo wrote a letter to the emperors of Russia and Japan, which was the first sentence. Japanese newspapers reprimanded him for his insolence, and patriotic youth also angrily, but secretly he had long been influenced by him. Secondly, the topic of last year's anatomical experiment was marked on Mr. Fujino's lecture notes, which I knew in advance, so I could have such a result. Anonymous at the end.

I just recalled an incident the other day. Because there was a meeting at the same level, the director wrote an advertisement on the blackboard. The last sentence was "Please attend the meeting in full and don't miss it", and a circle was added next to the word "missing". Although I felt that the circle was ridiculous at that time, I didn't mind at all. Only this time did I realize that the word was mocking me, saying that I had a problem leaked by the teacher.

I informed Mr. Fujino about it; A few classmates who are familiar with me are also very unfair. They went to blame the director for the rudeness of the inspection and asked them to publish the results of the inspection. Finally, the rumor was eliminated, but the director tried his best to exercise and take back the anonymous letter. In the end, I returned this Tolstoy-style letter to them.

China is a weak country, so China people are of course imbeciles. If the score is over 6, it is not their own ability: no wonder they are confused. But then I had the fate of visiting and shooting China people. In the second year, I taught mycology, and the shape of bacteria was all shown by movies. When a paragraph was over and the class was not over, I took a few current affairs films, which naturally reflected Japan's victory over Russia. However, some China people were caught in it: working as detectives for the Russians, being captured by the Japanese army and about to be shot, and surrounded by a group of China people; There is another me in the lecture hall.

"Long live!" They all clapped their hands and cheered

this kind of cheer is always present in every movie, but in my case, it is particularly harsh. After that, when I came back to China, I saw the people who shot the prisoners, and they all cheered like drunk.-Alas, I can't think about it! But in that place at that time, my opinion changed.

By the end of the second school year, I went to Mr. Fujino and told him that I would not study medicine and leave Sendai. His face seemed sad and he wanted to talk, but he didn't say it.

"I want to study biology, and what my teacher taught me is still useful." In fact, I didn't decide to study biology, because I saw him a little sad, so I told a lie to comfort him.

"Teaching anatomy for medicine and so on, being afraid of biology doesn't help much." He sighed.

A few days before I left, he asked me to go to his house and give me a photo with two words written on the back: "Farewell" and said he hoped to give him mine. But I didn't take pictures at this time; He told me to take photos and send them to him in the future, and always wrote to tell him the situation after that.

since I left Sendai, I haven't taken a photo for many years, and because the situation is boring, I'm afraid to write even a letter because it's nothing more than disappointing him. After more than a year, it is even more difficult to talk about it, so although I sometimes want to write, it is difficult to write. So far, I have never sent a letter and a photo. From his side, it seems that after he left, there was no news.

But somehow, I always remember him. Among all the teachers I think, he is the one who makes me most grateful and encourages me. Sometimes I often think: his enthusiastic hope and tireless teaching for me, in short, is for China, that is, I hope that China will have new medicine; Generally speaking, it's for academics, that is, I hope new medicine will spread to China. His personality is great in my eyes and heart, although his name is not known to many people.

The handout he corrected, which I once ordered into three thick volumes, will be kept as a permanent memorial. Unfortunately, when I moved seven years ago, I destroyed a bookcase and lost half a box of books. It happened that this handout was also lost. Instructed the transportation bureau to look for it, but there was no reply. Only his photo is still hanging on the east wall where I live in Beijing, opposite the desk. Whenever I am tired at night and want to be lazy, I catch a glimpse of his black and thin face on my back in the light, as if I were about to say something cadence, which suddenly made my conscience discover and increased my courage, so I lit a cigarette and continued to write some words that were deeply painful for the "gentleman" and others.