Who has the original (all) of Morning Flowers and Evening Picks?

I often want to find a little leisure in confusion, but it's really not easy. At present, it is so bizarre, and my heart is so complicated. When a person only has memories, his life will probably be boring forever, but sometimes he has no memories. China's articles are standard, but the world is still spiral. When I left Sun Yat-sen University the other day, I remembered leaving Xiamen University four months ago. Hearing the chirping of planes overhead, I remembered the scene of planes hovering over Beijing every day a year ago. At that time, I also wrote a short article called Yi Jue. Now, even this "sleep" is gone.

The weather in Guangzhou is really hot early, and the sunset enters from the west window, forcing people to barely put on a thin coat. A pot of "water branches" on the desk is something I have never seen before: it is just a section of tree, and its branches and leaves are lovely as long as they are immersed in water. Look at the green leaves, edit the old manuscript, and finally make a difference. Doing this kind of thing is really a day to live and a year to die, which can drive away the heat.

The day before yesterday, Weeds was edited. This time, it was my turn to bring up the past of Mangyuan, and I changed his name: cordate telosma. Flowers with dew are much better, but I can't. Even if it's strange in my mind now, I can't make him become a strange essay in an instant. In other words, when he looks up at the clouds, he will blink in front of me.

Once, I recalled many times the fruits and vegetables I ate in my hometown when I was a child: water chestnut, arhat bean, water bamboo and wax gourd. These are extremely delicious; Used to be the temptation to make me homesick. Later, I tasted it after a long separation, and that's it; Just in memory, there are old meanings. They may lie to me for the rest of my life and keep me looking back.

These ten articles were copied from memory, which may be somewhat different from the actual content, but I only remember these now. The style is probably very messy, because I dropped out of school after writing for nine months. The environment is different: the first two articles are written under the east wall of Beijing apartment; Three of them are in displacement, and the places are hospitals and carpenters' rooms; The last five articles are upstairs in the library of Xiamen University, and have been pushed out by scholars.

1 may, 9271day, Lu Xun wrote in Guangzhou Baiyun building.

Fan Ainong

In an inn in Tokyo, we usually read newspapers when we get together. Most students watch Asahi Shimbun and Yomiuri Shimbun, and those who are interested in asking about social trivia watch the February 6th news. One morning, Bi Tou saw a telegram from China, which was probably:-?

"Anhui Governor En Ming was assassinated by Kirin and the assassin was arrested."

After everyone was shocked, they told each other with smiles on their faces, studying who the assassin was and how Chinese characters were. But as long as they are from Shaoxing and don't read textbooks specifically, they have already understood. This is Xu Xilin. After he came back from studying abroad, he worked as an alternate road and ran as the governor in Anhui, which coincided with the assassination of the governor. ?

Everyone predicted that he would be executed and his family would be implicated. Soon, the news that Qiu Jin was killed in Shaoxing also came. Xu Xilin was dug up and gave all the food to Enming Qin Bing. People are angry. Several people held a secret meeting to raise funds in Sichuan; At this time, the Japanese ronin is needed. He shredded the squid, had a generous drink, and then boarded the plane to meet Xu's family. ?

As usual, there are also hometown associations, hanging martyrs and cursing Manchuria; Since then, some people have advocated sending a telegram to Beijing, denouncing the Manchu government as inhuman. The congregation was immediately divided into two groups: one group wanted to generate electricity and the other group didn't. I advocate power generation, but when I said it, a dull voice followed:-

"If the murderer is killed and the dead are all dead, what kind of fart telegram can you send?" ?

This is a tall man with long hair and white eyes. He always looks at others as if ignoring them. He squatted on the mat, and I generally opposed everything I said; I was surprised and paid attention to him. This just asks others: Who said that it is so cold? People I know told me that his name is Xu's student. ?

I felt so angry that he was not human at all. My husband was killed, so I dare not send a telegram. So I insisted on generating electricity and arguing with him. As a result, most people advocated power generation, and he gave in. Secondly, we should introduce people to draft telegrams. ?

"Why? Nature is a person who advocates power generation. " He said. ?

I think what he said was aimed at me again, but it was not unreasonable. But I advocate that this tragic article must be written by someone who knows the life of the martyr, because he is more closely related than others, and his heart is more sad and angry, and it will be more touching to write it. So they fought again. As a result, he didn't do it, and neither did I. I don't know who admitted to doing it; Secondly, everyone got separated, leaving only a draftsman and one or two officers, waiting for the filming to be finished. ? From then on, I always thought this Fan Ainong was both eccentric and hateful. The hateful people in the world thought they were Manchu at first, but later they realized that they were still the second; The first one is Fan Ainong. China is not revolutionary, but if it wants to be revolutionary, Fan Ainong must be eliminated first.

However, this opinion seems to have gradually disappeared and it has been forgotten. We never met again. Until the year before the revolution, I was still a teacher in my hometown, probably in late spring. Suddenly, I saw a man on the guest table of an acquaintance. We looked at each other for two or three seconds and said at the same time

"Oh, oh, you are Fan Ainong!" ?

"Oh, oh, you are Lu Xun!" ?

Somehow we all laughed, laughed at each other and felt sad. His eyes are still like that, but strangely, in recent years, his head has also had white hair, but maybe it has been there for a long time, and I didn't notice it before. He looks very cold in an old cloth jacket and worn cloth shoes. Talking about his own experience, he said that he later lost his tuition and could no longer study abroad, so he came back. After returning to my hometown, I was despised, rejected and persecuted, and there was almost no place to live. Now I am hiding in the countryside and teaching several primary school students to make a living. But sometimes I feel bored, so I also come to town by boat. ?

He also told me that I like drinking now, so we drank. Since then, every time he goes to town, he will definitely come to see me and know me very well. When we are drunk, we often say something stupid and crazy, and even our mother laughs when she overhears it. One day, I suddenly remembered the old story when I held a hometown meeting in Tokyo and asked him:-?

"What was your reason for deliberately opposing me that day, intentionally?" ?

"Don't you know? I have always hated you-not only me, but also us. " ?

"Did you know who I was before that?" ?

"Why don't you know. Didn't we meet Ziying and you when we arrived in Yokohama? You look down on us and shake your head. Do you remember? " ?

I briefly thought about it, but I remember that it was seven or eight years ago. At that time, Ziying came to ask me out and said that Yokohama would pick up my new classmate. As soon as the steamboat arrived, I saw a lot, about a dozen people. As soon as I landed, I put my luggage on duty and waited for inspection. The customs officer rummaged through the closet and suddenly found a pair of embroidered bow shoes. I put down my business and took a closer look. I was very dissatisfied and thought, how could these birds bring this thing? I didn't notice it myself. I probably shook my head at that time. After the inspection, you must sit in the inn before getting on the bus. I didn't expect these scholars to give up their seats on the bus again. A wants B to sit in this seat, and B wants C to sit. Before the work was finished, the train had already left. As soon as the body shook, three or four of them fell off. At that time, I was also very dissatisfied, and I thought to myself: Even the seats on the train should be distinguished. I didn't notice, maybe I shook my head again. However, Fan Ainong is an elegant figure, but I didn't think of it until today. Not only he, but also ashamed to say, in this group, there are martyrs Chen Boping who died in Anhui later, and martyrs Ma who were killed; There are still one or two people locked up in black jails, and they didn't see the light of day until after the revolution, and they always bear the scars of bandit punishment. Knowing nothing about it, I shook my head and shipped them to Tokyo. Although Xu came with them in the same boat, he was not in the car because he and his wife went to Kobe by land. ?

I think I shook my head twice. They don't know what time it is. Let the sitting be lively and the inspection be quiet. It must be the time of tariff. I want to ask if I love agriculture, yes. ?

"I really don't understand what are you doing with this thing? Whose is it? " ?

"Not our Jenny's?" He glared at his white eyes. ?

"When you go to Tokyo, you must pretend to have a pair of big feet. Why do you want to bring this thing? " ?

"Who knows? You ask her. " ?

In beginning of winter, our situation got worse, but we still drank and told jokes. Suddenly it was the Wuchang Uprising, followed by the recovery of Shaoxing. The next day, Ai Nong came to the city, wearing the felt hat commonly used by farmers, and that smile was never seen before. ?

"Old fast, we don't drink today. I want to see Shaoxing after the recovery. Let's go together. " ?

We walked in the street with a white flag in our eyes. However, despite this appearance, the skeleton remains the same, because it is still a military government organized by several old squires. What railway shareholders are administrative directors, and the bank treasurer is an ordnance director. This military government did not last long after all. As soon as the teenagers called, Wang Jinfa strode in from Hangzhou, even if he didn't come, he would come. After he came in, he was surrounded by many idle people and the new revolutionary party. He became the commander-in-chief of the king's yamen. He changed his robe in less than ten days, and the weather was not cold. ?

I was placed next to the rice bowl of a normal school principal, and Governor Wang gave our school 200 yuan. I love farming as a supervisor, and I still wear the same cloth robe, but I don't drink much and have little time to chat. He teaches while working, and he is really diligent.

"The situation is still not good, Wang Jinfa and them." A teenager who attended my lecture last year came to visit me and said generously, "We will run a newspaper to supervise them. But the promoter wants to borrow Mr. Wang's name. One is Mr Ziying and the other is Mr Deqing. As a society, we know that you will never give up. " ?

I promised him. Two days later, I saw the leaflet published in the newspaper. There are indeed three sponsors. Five days later, it was published in the newspaper, beginning with scolding the military government and the people there; Then he scolded the viceroy, his relatives, his fellow villagers and his concubines. ?

After more than ten days of scolding, a news came to my house, saying that the governor was going to send someone to kill you with a pistol because you cheated him of his money. ?

It doesn't matter to others. My mother was the first to worry and told me not to go out again. But I went as usual and made it clear that Wang Jinfa wouldn't kill us. Although he was born in Greenwood University, it is not easy to kill people. Besides, I got the money from the school, and he can understand, but I'm just saying. ?

Sure enough, he didn't come to kill anyone. I wrote for funds and took another 200 yuan. But it seems a little angry, and at the same time ordered: come again, no more! ?

However, I was embarrassed when Ainong got new news. It turns out that the so-called "liar" does not refer to the funds of the school, but a sum of money sent to the newspaper. After cursing in the newspaper for a few days, Wang Jinfa sent money from 500 yuan. So our teenagers held a meeting. The first question is: Do you accept it? The resolution said: accepted. The second question is: will you scold after receiving it? Solution: scold. The reason is: he is a shareholder after receiving the money; Bad shareholders will naturally be scolded. ?

I'll go to the newspaper and ask if it's true or not. It's all true. I said a few words that I shouldn't accept his money. An accountant was unhappy and asked me:-?

"Why don't newspapers accept equity?" ?

"This is not equity ..."?

"What is not equity?" ?

I won't go on, the world already knows. If I say anything that bothers us, he will criticize me for cherishing my worthless life too much and refusing to sacrifice for society, or you can see how afraid I am of death in tomorrow's newspaper. ?

Unfortunately, however, Gifford wrote to urge me to go to Nanjing. Ainong also agreed, but it was rather bleak, saying:-

"Here is like that, not people. You are quick to go ... "?

I understood his silence and decided to go to Nanjing. First, I went to the Doudufu to resign, and naturally I took aim. I sent a receiver with a runny nose. I handed in the accounts and the balance. I'm not the client. His successor is Fu Lichen, president of Confucius Institute.

The newspaper case was settled two or three weeks after I arrived in Nanjing and was destroyed by a group of soldiers. Zi Ying in the country, nothing; Deqing was in the city, and her thigh was stabbed with a sharp knife. He was angry. Naturally, this is very painful, and you can't blame him. After he was furious, he took off his clothes, took photos to show an inch wide knife wound, and made an article describing the situation, which was distributed everywhere to publicize the atrocities of the military government. I think this kind of photo is probably not collected now, and the size is too small, and the knife wound is reduced to almost nothing. If you don't explain it, the people you see must think it's a nude photo of a romantic figure, with a little madness. If you meet Sun, you are afraid of being banned.

When I moved from Nanjing to Beijing, the inspector who loved agriculture was also removed from his post by the president of Confucianism. He became a love farmer before the revolution. I wanted to find him something to do in Beijing, and he hoped very much, but there was no chance. Later, he sent food to familiar families and wrote to me from time to time. Things are getting worse, and his words are getting worse. Finally, I have to walk out of this acquaintance's house and float around. Soon, I suddenly got news from my fellow villager, who fell into the water and drowned. ?

I suspect that he committed suicide. Because he swims well, he is not easy to drown. ?

Sitting alone in the hall at night is very sad, and I suspect that the news is untrue, but I think it is extremely reliable and there is no reason, although there is no evidence. There's nothing I can do. I only wrote four poems, which were later published in a daily newspaper, and now I am about to forget them. I only remember six sentences in a song. The first four sentences are: "Sir, talk about wine in the world. The little drinker is still drunk and slightly drunk. " I forgot a few words in the middle, and finally it was "the old friend is dead, and the rest are just dust." ?

Later, I went back to my hometown and learned something more detailed. Ai Nong didn't do anything at first because everyone hated him. He is difficult to get along with, but he still drinks. His friends invited him. He seldom comes into contact with people, only a few younger people he met later are more common. However, they don't seem to want to hear more complaints from him, and think that telling jokes is not as interesting as telling jokes. ?

"Maybe I will receive a telegram tomorrow. I opened it and it was Lu Xun who called me. " He often says that. ?

One day, some new friends invited him to go to the theater by boat. It was past midnight when he came back, and there was a storm. He was drunk, but he insisted on peeing beside the boat. Everyone dissuaded him, but he wouldn't listen, saying he wouldn't fall. But he fell down. Although he could float, he never got up again. ?

The body was salvaged the next day and found upright in a diamond swing. ?

I still don't understand whether he slipped or committed suicide. ?

He died with nothing, leaving a young girl and his wife. Several people want to collect some money as a fund for their girls' future tuition, because once it is put forward, everyone will fight for custody of the money. In fact, there is no such money yet, and everyone feels bored and disappears invisibly. ?

I wonder what happened to his only daughter now. If I had been at school, I would have graduated from middle school.

November eighteenth.

Mr. Fujino

So much for Tokyo. When the cherry blossoms in Ueno rot, they look like a crimson light cloud, but under the flowers, there are groups of "Qing students" crash courses, with big braid overhead and towering above the students' hats, forming a Mount Fuji. There are also braids that dissolve and flatten, except hats, which are shiny and visible, just like a little girl's bun and her neck twisted a few times. It's really beautiful.

The concierge department of China International Student Club has some books to buy, and sometimes it is worth visiting. If in the morning, you can sit in some houses. But at night, the floor of a room will inevitably give off a lot of echoes, 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 will go to Sendai Medical College. Starting from Tokyo, I soon arrived at a post office and wrote: In the twilight. Somehow, I remember the name. Secondly, I only remember Mito, where Mr. Zhu Shunshui, a adherent of the Ming Dynasty, died. Sendai is a town, not big; It's terribly cold in winter; There are no students from China yet.

Probably hope is the most precious thing. Beijing cabbage is transported to Zhejiang, tied up with red rope and hung upside down at the door of the fruit shop, which is regarded as "glue vegetable"; The wild aloe in Fujian, known as "agave", entered the greenhouse as soon as it arrived in Beijing. I also received such preferential treatment when I went to Sendai. Not only does the school not charge tuition, but several staff members are also worried about my accommodation. I first stayed in an inn next to the prison. It's quite cold in early winter, but there are still many mosquitoes. Later, I covered my whole body with a quilt and wrapped my head with clothes, leaving only two nostrils to vent. In this breathing place, mosquitoes can't disturb, so they can only have a good sleep. The food is good, too But a gentleman thinks that this inn also provides meals for prisoners, and it is not suitable for me to live there. He said repeatedly. Although I don't think the prisoners' meals in the inn have anything to do with me, I have to find another suitable place to live. So I moved to another house, far from the prison. Unfortunately, I always have to drink taro soup that is hard to swallow every day.

Since then, I have met many strange teachers and listened to many fresh lectures. Anatomy is shared by two professors. It turned out to be bone science. At this time, a dark and thin gentleman with a moustache came in, wearing glasses and holding a large and small stack of books. As soon as I put the book on the podium, I introduced myself to the students in a slow and depressed tone:-

"My name is Fujino Genkuro ..."

Several people in the back laughed. He went on to talk about the history of Japanese anatomy, and those books, large and small, have been works of this subject from the beginning to the present. At first, some of them were wired; Others copied China's translation. Their translation and research on new medicine were not earlier than China's.

Sitting in the back laughing is the repeat student who failed last year. He has been in school for a year and is quite familiar with his story. They gave a lecture to the freshmen about the history of each professor. It is said that Mr. Fujino is very careless in his clothes and sometimes forgets to wear a tie. Winter is an old coat, shivering. Once I got on the train, the conductor suspected that he was a pickpocket and asked the guests on the bus to be careful.

What they said is probably true, so I once saw him not wearing a tie in class.

A week later, about Saturday, he sent his assistant to call me. When I arrived at the laboratory, I saw him sitting between human bones and many separated skulls. He was studying the skull at that time, and then published a paper in our school magazine.

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

"You can copy a little."

"Show me!"

I handed in my copied speech, and he accepted it and returned it to me in a day or three, saying that he would give it to him once a week in the future. When I took it down and opened it, I was taken aback and felt uneasy and grateful. It turned out that my handout was changed from beginning to end with a red pen, which not only added many omissions, but also corrected Lian Wenfa's mistakes. This situation continued until he finished his courses: plastic surgery, vascular science and neurology.

Unfortunately, I didn't work hard at that time, and sometimes I was very headstrong. I still remember Mr. Fujino once called me to his research room, dug up a photo on my handout, pointed to the blood vessels on his forearm and said to me kindly:-

"You see, you moved this blood vessel a little bit. Naturally, such a move is indeed better, but the anatomical map is not art, and the physical object is so kind that we can't change it. Now that I have corrected it for you, you should follow the picture on the blackboard in the future. "

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

"I still draw well; As for the actual situation, I naturally remember. "

After the school year experiment, I went to Tokyo for a summer and returned to school in early autumn. The results have been published. Among more than 100 students, I am in the middle, but I am not behind. Teacher Fujino's homework this time 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:-

"Because I heard that people in China respect ghosts, I'm afraid you won't dissect corpses. Now I am relieved that there is no such thing. "

But he embarrassed me occasionally. He heard that all women in China bound their feet, but he didn't know the details, so he asked me how to wrap them and how my feet were deformed. He also sighed, "I always want to have a look to know. What is this? "

One day, the student union officer at the same level came to my apartment and wanted to borrow my lecture notes. I looked it up 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 they opened it, the first sentence was:-

"repent!"

This is a sentence in the New Testament, but it was recently quoted by Tolstoy. It was the Russo-Japanese War, and Mr. Dongye wrote a letter to the Emperor of Russia and Japan, the first sentence. Japanese newspapers reprimanded him for his arrogance, and patriotic youths were indignant, but secretly he had long been influenced by him. Secondly, the topic of last year's anatomy experiment was marked on Mr. Fujino's handout, and I knew it in advance, so I could have such a result. The ending is anonymous.

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 is "Please attend the meeting and don't miss it", and a circle is added next to the word "missed". Although I thought the circle was ridiculous at the time, I didn't mind at all. Only then 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; Several classmates who know me very well are also unfair. They went to blame the director for the rudeness of the inspection and asked them to publish the inspection results. Finally, the rumor was eliminated, but the director worked hard and took back the anonymous letter. Finally, I returned this Tolstoy letter to them.

China is a weak country, so China people are of course imbeciles. If the score exceeds 60, it is not their own ability: no wonder they are confused. But then I had the fate of visiting and filming China people. In the second year, I taught mycology, and the shapes of bacteria were all represented by movies. After a paragraph was finished and the class was not finished, I made several current affairs films, which naturally reflected Japan's victory over Russia. But there are also some China people trapped in it: working as detectives for the Russians, captured by the Japanese, about to be shot, 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 there when I watch a movie, but in my case, it is particularly harsh. Later, when I came back to China, I saw the people who shot the prisoners, and they all cheered like drunk. -oh, I can't remember! But in that place at that time, my opinion changed.

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

"I want to study biology, and what my husband taught me is still useful." Actually, it wasn't me who decided to study biology, because I saw that he was a little sad, so I lied to comfort him.

"Teaching anatomy such as medicine is afraid that biology will not help much." He sighed.

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

I haven't taken photos for many years since I left Sendai, and I'm afraid to write because the situation is boring and just disappointing him. After more than a year, it is even more difficult to talk about, so although I sometimes want to write, it is difficult to write. So far, I haven't sent a letter and a photo. From his side, it seems that after he left, there is no news.

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

I have ordered three volumes of his revised lecture notes, which will be kept as a permanent memorial. Unfortunately, when I moved seven years ago, I broke a bookcase and lost half a box of books. It happened that this handout was also lost. Instruct the transportation bureau to look for it, but there is 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 lying on my back under the light, as if to say something cadence, which suddenly makes my conscience discover and increases my courage, so I light a cigarette and continue to write something that deeply hurts Mr. and others.

October twelfth.

Space is limited. Go and have a look for yourself.

/Lu Xun /zhxs/