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Children:

Get up at five o'clock in the morning, and when people are quiet, I will write a few words when I bow at Qingming.

This time, after Bengbu, the mother and daughter got on the bus, and the waiter took them directly to my room. They carried several baskets, one of which was full of chickens. At that time, the car was very hot, and the chickens all stuck their heads out to gasp, and the daughter kept pressing down. She is in a hurry, as if playing the piano. My daughter is in her twenties, dressed in linen, pockmarked and powdered. She wears hairpins, ears, rings, bracelets, etc. on her head and hands, and is good at making gestures when she speaks.

At that time, I didn't know whether it was because of the hot weather or other reasons, but I just thought that girl was too unlovable. I didn't say hello to her. I just looked out of the window and turned around and saw them talking. The girl keeps asking for soup and water. Her mother, dressed in blue gauze, is in her fifties and has a sad face. The way she talks to her seems to be both loving and cursing. I suddenly felt sad when I looked at it. While they were in the house, I went out-children! I think of my mother, and I don't feel that I shed some sour tears at the window of the aisle.

Please allow me to pour out, I believe that only you in the world don't laugh at me! I have been counting the days behind my mother's back since I heard about my long trip last year. As the days passed, I gradually lost weight. Adults often comfort me and say, "Never mind, this is a good thing!" " "I don't know if this is a good thing. I'm afraid it sounds better than what they say. However, I am actually a weak person, a weak person among the weak. I often secretly hate myself! Before leaving, I went to my aunt's house. Menstruation smiled and asked me, "Are you willing to give up your mother when you leave?" I also smiled indifferently and said, "that's nothing. The days are short and there are people there to take care of them. "When my aunt went out, my little cousin suddenly came up to me, put her hands on my lap, looked up and said," Sister, right? Are you really willing to give up your mother? I couldn't help it then. I looked at her wise and sincere face and tears welled up in my eyes. I feel like I'm going to fall off a deep cliff and ask her for help. I clasped her little hand and whispered, "Tell you the truth, sister, I can't bear to part with my mother and all my dear people!" " "

Kid! Adults are really admirable, and tears are easy to fall; They are brave and generous. When I was extremely sad, my parents could persuade me calmly. Although I didn't know what was going on behind it, I finally had compassion and patience at that time. I am grateful that there is no land!

Although I am weak, I still have my own pride, and I still refuse to expose my weakness in front of irrelevant adults. Before traveling, I always smile and talk to all my teachers and friends. I don't want to be laughed at by them. However, I want to beg some sacred tears of sympathy in front of God and children!

It's raining in Mao Mao outside the window. By this time, I can't hold back. Compassionate children, let's talk again!

Ice core

1August 923 12, Shanghai.

Communication VI

Children:

By the time you read this letter, I have left my lovely begonia leaf motherland and am on a Pacific boat. I'm tired of listening to sad words today, and I won't say anything that disturbs your simple thoughts.

Son, I have a suggestion: The column "Children's World" is for children, and it should have been written for children. We might as well push our luck and occupy this land. If you have anything to be happy about, you might as well say it and let all the children in the world laugh together. If you have anything sad, you might as well say it and let the children in the world cry with you. Just be honest and open, don't flinch in front of adults. -Son, this is the secret of our savings. Let's whisper and laugh! Adults' thoughts are extremely profound and beyond our ability to measure. I don't know why, their right and wrong are often the opposite of ours. Often we are so bitter, but they laugh it off gracefully; What we think is unimportant, but they think it is an earth-shattering achievement. For example, shooting and fighting, killing tens of thousands of people, lying on the ground bloody. We don't have to look, just listen to people, and we will have palpitations, sleepless nights, or nonsense; Not only do they care, but they also like to manipulate these things. For another example, we think that China, the boss, no matter who is the president, we will be satisfied as long as he is honest, ensures everyone's safety and does not interfere in our games; On the other hand, adults talk about it. He lifted him, he pushed him, there was no confusion at all, even more difficult than lifting "Xiao Wang" when we were playing. In short, we dare not take care of their affairs, and we will not take care of them; They don't care about us. So we can laugh and laugh boldly, not afraid of their jokes. -I'm done, please applaud!

As far as I'm concerned, I'm afraid I won't get any news in the next two months except that I can send a letter from Japan within a week. The autumn wind is getting colder, so it's better to write. I hope you work hard!

There are many interesting things to report to you in Shanghai. Unfortunately, I am too busy. I'm going to stay on the boat and write slowly facing the sea. Just a moment, please.

Kid! Tomorrow afternoon, I will really see you again! May God's selfless love light always surround us and comfort us forever.

Goodbye, goodbye, the last sentence, I hope everyone will work hard to be good children!

Ice core

1August 923 16, Shanghai.

(The above six articles were first published in the Children's World of the Morning Post in July and August, 1923, and then included in the first edition of Send Young Readers in Beixin Bookstore in May, 1926. )

Communication seven

Dear children:

On the afternoon of August 17, colorful paper tapes flew out of the countless windows of the Yorkshire and were thrown to the shore far away, leaving them for the farewell people to hold. How my heart flies and is sad!

Countless farewell people, on the farthest river bank, just hold this last cut-off note and float this behemoth to the west with the heaviest sadness!

Life on board is so fresh and lively. Besides three meals, just play and walk around. In the first three days at sea, I completely returned to the state of a child. I threw sandbags in circles, enjoyed it, and then I never played again. It's strange to think about myself later. Without him, the sea evoked memories of my childhood. In the sound of the sea, innocence and playmates jumped into my mind. I hate that there are not many children on this ship, which makes me wonder if there are any good games during the three days of childlike innocence!

I have lived by the sea since I was a child, but I have never seen the sea as flat as a mirror. This time out of Wusongkou, the one-day voyage was full of sparkling microwaves. A cool breeze blew gently and the ship was sailing on the ice. After crossing the Korean border, the sea is like a lake. Blue pole and green pole, condensed into one. The golden light of the sunset, like a long snake, went straight from the horizon to the stands of others. From the sky to the water in front of the ship, from light red to dark green, it has become dozens of colors, one layer after another. ..... children, I hate that I can't draw. Words are the most useless things in the world. I can't write such an ethereal and wonderful scene!

The night of August 18 is the evening when the double stars cross the river. After dinner, I leaned against the fence and the cool wind blew my clothes. The Milky Way is full of starlight, shining on the dark sea. Far away, I heard someone laughing under the balcony and suddenly felt that my hometown was drifting away. The stars are twinkling, the waves are whistling, and they stand quietly, only melancholy.

/kloc-at dusk on 0/9, it is near Kobe, with green hills on both sides, and fishing boats come and go from time to time. Most of the mountains in Japan are round and flat, and everyone jokes that the sidewalk is "Shantou Mountain". This steamed bread mountain is dotted all the way until night, and the lights are brightly lit in the distance, and it has reached Kobe. When the ship stopped slowly, many people went ashore. It's too late for me to go to the top floor again. It's the first time I've seen such a bright world. Moonlight in the sky, starlight and the lights on the shore set each other off silently. From time to time, a string of light flies over the mountain, thinking that the train is going around. ..... The ship was silent, and there was no sound of the tide tonight, and the static mood suddenly rose: "If my mother were here at this time ...". I remember Beijing very clearly.

Forgive me, little friend, I can't write anymore.

Ice core

1August 20, 923, Kobe.

In the rising sun, I turned a boundless grassy slope and walked through the depths of the dense forest. I felt the wind blowing on the lake, and the lake wave was not as drunk as last night. Sit quietly by the lake, spread out the paper, pick up the pen and look up. I will start writing letters to my long-lost children in the red leaves and underwater sound around me. Guess what my mood is?

A little silver sparkled on the water, and rows of slender pine trees in the Italian garden on the other side proved that I was thousands of miles away. Son, it's been more than a month since I came here, and I haven't even said a word to Japan. Say sorry, but I don't want to!

I usually write, and I like to be alone. The ship is full of public places, so you can come to the deck. The sea view is excellent, but the mind is rare. You can only write a few words casually when the boat is empty in the early morning. I haven't sorted it out yet, and I don't want to sort it out in a hurry, so I put it off until today. I respect children, and I think children can respect and forgive me!

I don't know where to start with a lot of words. One after another, they hit the microwave on the shore of the lake. Layers of tidal stones didn't stand up until I covered my knees with felt, which seemed to require me to introduce her to my children. Little friend, I really don't know how to describe and introduce her! She's right in front of me now. I have seen the moonlight and sunset glow on the lake, and I have seen the rain and light rain on the lake. It is really graceful. Children, my dear people are not here, so only she, the daughter of Hai, can comfort me. Lake Waban, homophonic, I call her "Comfort Ice". Every night, the boat is as light as a feather, and Shui Rou is as invincible as an oar. The leaves on the shore, green, red, yellow and white, are reflected in the water in clusters, covering half the lake. The sunset is extremely gorgeous and charming. Golden light will fall to the treetops and scatter on the lake. I told him in a low voice in the fog of the lake, and went to the distant East with my love and comfort.

Kid! Half a month at sea and half a month on the lake. If you ask me which I love more, it's hard to say. The sea is like my mother, and the lake is my friend. I was near the sea when I was a child, but now I am near the lake. The sea is endless and silent. Her love is mysterious and great, and my love for her is humble. The lake is a piece of red leaves and green branches, with many sets off. Her love is gentle and charming, and my love for her is faint. This may be too abstract, but I have nothing else to describe! Son, two months later, how much did you write yourself, and the fun in your mother's arms, can you tell me? -this is a small preface to letters along the way. After that, I still send written letters in order, because the sun, the moon and the place are old; As a "weak swimmer", how to swim from Shanghai on the east coast of the Pacific Ocean to Boston on the east coast of the Atlantic Ocean? These letters make it very clear. Please read them there!

I don't know when these hundreds of words will reach you. The world is so big!

Ice core

1923 10/4, Wellesley, comfortable ice lake.

Communication nine

This is a letter my sister sent to her father from the hospital, describing her life and feelings during her illness. It is really more detailed than a diary. I think she is ill, so she must not write to the little readers of Children's World often. There must be many young readers, hoping to hear from her. So I asked my father to publish her letter. When my father allowed me, I made a little statement as a small introduction, thinking that my sister would not blame me for meddling, would she? 1924 1 22, Beijing jiaotong university.

Sixteenth communication

Uncle Bing, second brother:

I received two sincere long letters from you, which gave me infinite comfort. Yes! "The sunshine through the gap of pine is the messenger of your brother's greetings; The cool breeze at night is the comfort of flesh and blood! " Good brothers! I like and appreciate your poetic words of comfort!

I didn't expect to receive the Selected Poems of Celebrities from you. I like it beyond description. Father said I was afraid that I had this disease. I have an anthology of ancient and modern ci, which is on the shelf in a closed building. I hate it when I write for China's book, and they try their best to ban it. It seems that all China's books are full of profound philosophies, and it takes endless brain power to read them.

I couldn't bear to go against their kindness, and finally I only read some short poems brought from the hospital repeatedly. I received the Selected Words last night. I looked at it page by page and thought, it's rare to have a bosom little brother.

The choice of this word seems a little thin, and typos are often found. But on the whole, it's good.

You asked me where the environment was more poetic before and after I went to China. I will undoubtedly say, "After going abroad, of course!" In Beijing, you can't face the lakes and mountains day and night, which is the first condition. Another point is that the mood of the guests seems to be easier to integrate into poetry.

Leaving the Huangpu River, I was on a boat in the Pacific Ocean, sky blue and sea blue, and I was alone. I often think of the sentence "The sky is wide and the sky is straight down to Wan Li, and no one will say that." Because I happened to see all the people in the same boat, when I looked down at the spray splashing from the bow, my brow seemed to contain a hint of sadness.

In Wellesley, Comfortable Ice Lake is my only good friend. Or at the water's edge, or on the water, not a day goes by. The day before my mother's birthday, I went to the lake again. I was homesick. Suddenly remembered Zuo Fu's word "Langtaosha":

The water is soft, the grass is green and fragrant, and the peach trees cover the red chamber; Who is the soul of Chunshan? Get on the boat. The dream of hometown never stops, which makes you carefree? Zhongzhou has passed Fuzhou: it is thrown into the Bajiang River and flows to the sea. Don't look back!

Feeling that the scene was harmonious, I picked up a lake stone and carved it with a knife: "I never stopped dreaming of my hometown, which made me very happy?" Two words, thrown into the lake far away, I walked around without looking back. This pebble, from that day on, I believe it will always be in the middle of the lake until the end of heaven and earth. As long as the lake doesn't dry up and the rocks don't rot, the homesickness I pinned on it will never be erased!

American families, except cities, are often small and exquisite. There are flowers and plants beside the fence outside the window, which really conforms to the meaning of "home is at home, the door is green and deep", but there is no fence, and it is more spacious than deep. Pedestrians on the road can see the red makeup of Cuixiu sleeves and hear the laughter of the piano outside the window. The words "The setting sun shines into the depths of the courtyard", "How deep is the courtyard", "People don't roll bead curtains in the depths", "Han Yin Red Wall, separated by thousands of miles" are all superfluous here!

The fields are densely forested, and the roads are winding according to the height of the mountains, which is full of interest. I think it will be more beautiful when wild flowers are everywhere in spring. It's just a parade over the mountains, and there is no longer a wall monk temple in sight. My road twists and turns, passing through a sheltered depression, and the meditation room is covered with deep vegetation. The flowers in the palace are far away from the moon, and the bells in the high city are sparse. The lonely city mountain, the lonely city will sleep when drinking, the curtain will scatter the stars and the Yancheng bell and drum will faint, which are all redundant here!

In a word, the meaning of "new world" is everywhere here, and traces of the initial development of Hong Pound can be seen everywhere. This country is ancient and solemn, although there are only decaying walls and palaces, but it reminds people of the idea of "looking up to the low and worshipping first", a lovely and respectable country with 5,000 years! Memories of going south in summer, passing through Suzhou in the morning, trains and city walls parallel. The city is wet and smoky. There is a boat tied to the moat, and the tower is exposed at the head of the city. It turned out to be a picture. At that time, I already thought of going abroad, and I will never see this scene again!

When it comes to life in the mountains, there are no other day classes except reading books and traveling, talking and laughing with female companions. My family Ling Yungong's poems, such as "Sleeping for others, hiding in Yunfeng, the rock valley is full of eyes and ears, and I like to hear the sound insulation" and "I have traveled to Beijing, never abandoned the valley and returned to the mountains and rivers, and my heart is lonely ... I am sick and tired, and I still have time to do calligraphy. I also have a view of the past and the present, and I am joking when I sleep and eat. ...

I also recall Du Fu's "homesickness, sleepless nights, thinking of my brother watching the clouds and sleeping during the day" and Su Dongpo's "being idle because of illness is not evil, and my mind is even more ineffective". For my life at this time, it is an unchangeable word! The castle peak is full of loose snow, and the scenery under the moon is too quiet to draw. After dinner, I often stand in front of the building and feel homesick in the cold light. Every afternoon from 3 pm to 5 pm is the rest time. How can you sleep during the day? Naturally, I only look at Yun Qi in the sky, especially when I read letters from home. I remember my brothers being with them. -Ice Clock is afraid that I can't write more communication when I am ill. I'm not sure if I'm more relaxed and clearer when I'm sick, but I write more than usual. I haven't used any bait since I was ill. It is really "peace of mind is better than taking medicine."

Read more ancient sentences and write less. On the one hand, I am glad that I can live in harmony with the ancients, on the other hand, I lament that I have hated it for thousands of years. I said it before the ancients said it. -I've talked too much. It's all your anthologies, which caused me to lose my schoolbag for a long time. Who is to blame? Smile!

Castle Peak is really beautiful. On February 7th, after five days of snowstorm, 10,000 trees were covered with ice shells. The morning sun, which gets up early and is extremely bright, is held out from the east, making these ice trees and jade branches shine with cold light. Downstairs, winding through the snow forest, occasionally looking back, I crossed the ice and jade. In the corner of the building, I can vaguely see my curtains. Although the general height is too cold, this magnificent building is actually on the ground, not in the sky.

On the morning of the 9 th, I went sledding with my girlfriend. Two horses galloped around the green hill. All the way to the depths of the forest, the ice branches brushed the clothes and the sound was crisp. Snow is pressing the ground, but there is not an inch of land. This is actually a clean world without fine dust. The most beautiful thing is that the ice beads are strung on the branches of wild cherries, red and white, glittering and translucent in the sunshine, feeling that there is no treasure in the world!

On the way, the companion pointed to a green hill, the top of which fluctuated. It suddenly occurred to me that I was far away from home, and even the green hills broke out, not the Central Plains. At this time, I suddenly felt carefree and in the foreseeable future. -Brother! On weekdays, I always want to take "truth" as the only condition for writing. However, not only the words before going abroad are not true, but also the words after going abroad are not true and there is no truth.

I sincerely believe that at the end, whether it is human feelings or scenery, I will never be able to say it or write it. Even if I tried to say it several times at first, I couldn't find any words that could describe the emotional scene between these words and the characters. As a result, I just stopped writing and said nothing. When I am very reluctant to forget these scenes, I can only describe a few words at will and leave some impressions. It is not even as good as the ancients tying a rope to remember, just drawing a few ink lines on paper. As long as you see these ink marks later, you can reproduce the past with an ethereal artistic conception, which is more than enough.

Before going to China, there were more words than emotions. After going abroad, I felt more than words. Although the environment is often too beautiful to write, I often can't write. XinYouAn has a "Luo" said:

Teenagers don't know the taste of sorrow and fall in love with the floor; Fall in love with the floor and worry about adding new words. Now that I know the taste of sadness, I want to say it. I wanted to say I'd better take a break, but I said,' It's a cool autumn'.

It really killed me. Although he only said the word "sadness", everything else has been covered! I really don't know the pain that words and emotions can't express each other. Is it just me or everyone?

There is a saying in Beijing: "August 15th, Yun Zheyue, the 15th day of the first month, it snowed." Last Mid-Autumn Festival, there was no moon here. On the fourteenth night of the lunar calendar, the moonlight is bright. I'm thinking that oriental proverbs don't apply to western astronomical phenomena. Who knew it would really rain and snow at midnight snack? After eighteen nights, I can see the moon when I wake up every night. Only sleeping on an empty pillow, the dream and the moon continue. It is best to stay for nearly two nights. When you wake up, it will be dawn soon. It was a blue sky, a golden moon, and a big star hung not far from the moon valley. In the cloudless sky of Wan Li, there is only one week in January, which is really wonderful.

What about Ye Yuan? -I heard that my mother thought I was sad at the family dinner, but you two brothers had to make a joke to comfort each other. It's really that the lamp grass has become a crutch! Smile and thank you.

I'm out of paper, so I won't say much. -I think it's better for children to read this letter.

Ice core

1 March 9241day, green hills are sand.

(The above two articles were first published in Children's World of Morning Post on March 9th and April 2nd, respectively, 1924, and then included in For Young Readers. )

Communication ershijiu

Dearest little reader:

I'm back! Generate shed tears of thanks and joy in the word "home"!

After being away from home for three years, in retrospect, it is better to have a glimpse of the stormy waves. When I write this letter, my little brother is on standby during the ice season. Outside the window, red oleander and green Yang Liuzhi set off the blue sky in Beijing. The scenery of my hometown came back to my eyes one by one!

Kid! If you haven't left the north of China for three years, you won't admire the blue sky in the north! Wake up in the morning, open the curtains and look out. This blue sky is like a wave. There are one or two piles of white clouds, and Liu Yeer is swaying in the breeze, giving you a little coolness. You think this kind of "cold and thick" faint homesickness is something you can't taste in a foreign country! If you are an emotional person, you will have an emotion that seems to be joyful rather than joyful and melancholy rather than melancholy. Stand and stare for a while, and you may shed tears of conversion!

In foreign countries, I have only encountered this kind of situation twice. One was at the top of the White Ridge in New Hampshire the summer before last. I woke up after a nap and got a book from an English friend. This is a book full of friendship and other meanings. It describes the scenery of Oxford and makes my dream come true. My heart is intertwined with disappointment and joy. I took this letter to the top of the mountain and suddenly saw the blue ocean-like sky in a foreign country! Surrounded by mountains, this blue sky is full of everything. The sunset all over the sky brewed a touch or two of the crimson purple of the western sky. The color changed instantly, silver gray, fish-belly white, and suddenly turned into brilliant gold. The mountains are silent, because the change at the end of this beautiful day seems to have a sound in the space! Like waves, like birds singing, like the wind whistling, I seem to hear the setting sun. At this time, I suddenly felt that my fragile heart was lifted to the sky by this great impression, and suddenly it was pressed to the bottom of the sea! I feel the majesty of nature, and I am naive. After my illness, I fell on the grass and sobbed in this colorful scene around me!

Another time this spring, one night in Washington, D.C., I set out from the cold south of new york and found "Spring" in Huajing! I sat by the window in the breeze. It's already evening, and the National Women's Party is facing the White House of Parliament. The eyes of a half-day tiring trip were awakened by the blue sky behind this building! Overseas children! Please forgive me. Before I suddenly marveled at the White House, I lived in America for two and a half years before I realized that she was a solemn country!

This white building stands for half a day, just like a delicate fairy pavilion. Forced by the powerful lights next to the building, it shows the blue sky behind the building. There are huge white stone buildings on both sides. In front of the building is a wide Baishi Street. Snow-white ball lamp, reflected neatly. Pedestrians on the road, all in the great scenery, became silent. This heavenly silence is the first time I have found it since I came to America. I found similarities between Huajing and Beijing!

My homesickness is like a raging sea! Push away the chair, walk down the quiet tall building and go straight to the big library. I felt unspeakable joy and freedom along the way. The new green of willows is swaying in the evening breeze in early spring. Like a regular customer, walk into the reading room and keep a diary there. I suddenly remembered Lu Fangweng's poem "Call a master a guest, knowing that I am not strong enough to climb stairs". Chewing carefully on the meanings of "Hu" and "Qiang", my interest gradually waned!

I closed the book and went out again. Go out for a day, star. I'm relieved. -I saw a handcart van by the roadside, and a black man was selling fried peanuts and chestnuts. I haven't eaten snacks since I got sick. At that time, I suddenly went forward and bought two packs. The dark face under the lamp gave me a kind smile and broke my dream of homesickness! Why should I eat peanuts and chestnuts? I just want Huajing Beijing!

My wrists are weak after writing this, children. I am embarrassed to tell you that I have been ill for more than ten days since I came back. This morning is the first time to write a long letter. During the journey, I was exhausted and sleepy. When I got home, my heart was relaxed and I took the opportunity to have an attack. I am not a very sick person. I don't know why, since I wrote to you, I have been busy with illness in my life. What can I say?

The new autumn in the old country has come. I have just recovered, and I feel bleak! There's a lot to say later, but now I'm by your side!

Your warm and loyal friend, I am here to wish you happiness!

Ice core

1August 3, 9261day, Yuan 'en Temple.

(This article first appeared in Morning Post 1926 on September 6th, and was later included in the fourth edition of Dedicated to Young Readers. )

Brief introduction of the author

Bing Xin (1900 ~ 1999), formerly known as Xie Wanying, was born in Changle, Fujian, 1900, 10, and was born in a family of naval officers with patriotism and reformism in Fuzhou. She was published in the August issue of the Morning Post, 19 19. The latter first used the pen name "Bing Xin". At that time, Concord Women's University was merged into yenching university, and Bing Xin joined the famous literature research society as a young student. 1923, Bing Xin won the Wellesley Women's University Scholarship with excellent results. Before and after studying abroad, he began to publish a series of communication essays to young readers, which became the cornerstone of children's literature in China.