Children, by the time you read this letter, I have already left my motherland.

Communication Five

Children:

I got up at five o'clock in the morning and took advantage of the quiet time to write a few words while I was bowing during the Qingming Festival.

When I passed Bengbu this time, a mother and daughter got on the bus, and the waiter led them directly to my room. They brought several baskets with them, one of which was full of chickens. It was extremely hot in the car at that time, and the chickens stretched out their heads to breathe, and the daughter kept pushing them down again. Her hands and feet were as hurried as if she were playing the piano. The daughter was about twenty years old, wearing a linen dress, her face was pockmarked and powdered, her hair and hands were covered with hairpins, earrings, rings, bracelets, etc. She was very expressive when she spoke.

At that time, I didn’t know whether it was because of the hot weather, irritability, or some other reason. I just felt that the girl was too unlovable. I didn't say hello to her, I just looked out the window. When I turned around, I saw them talking. The girl couldn't help but be coquettish and begging for soup and water. Her mother was wearing a blue fragrant cloud gauze dress. She was about fifty years old. , with a kind face, and his attitude when talking to her seemed to be both loving and reprimanding. As I watched, I suddenly felt sad, so I walked out while they were in the house - children! I thought of my mother, and unknowingly shed a few sour tears in the wind by the window of the corridor.

Please allow me to talk, I believe you are the only people in the world who don’t laugh at me! Ever since I received news of my long journey last year, I have been carrying my mother on my back and counting the days every day. As the days passed, I gradually lost weight. Adults often comfort me and say: "It doesn't matter, this is a good thing!" Why don't I know it is a good thing? If I were to say it, it would probably sound more beautiful than what they said. However, I am ultimately a weakling, the weakest of the weak. I often secretly hate myself! Before I left, I went to my aunt's house. While my aunt was making arrangements for me to sit down and have tea, she asked with a smile: "You are leaving, are you leaving your mother?" I also smiled calmly and said, "That's nothing. The days are short, and there are still people over there to take care of me." - When my aunt went out, my little cousin suddenly walked up to me, put her hands on my knees, raised her face and said, "Sister, are you? Do you really want to let your mother go? ?I suddenly couldn't help it. Looking at her wise and sincere face, tears burst out from my eyes. I felt like I was about to fall off a cliff and begged her for help. I held her little hand tightly and whispered: "To tell you the truth, sister, I can't let go of my mother, and I can't let go of all the people I love!"

Children! Adults are really admirable, their tears don't fall easily; they are brave and brave Generosity. Even though I didn’t know what was going on behind the scenes, my parents were still considerate and patient when I was extremely sad. I’m extremely grateful!

Although I was. As a weakling, I still have my own arrogance, and I am unwilling to disclose my weaknesses in front of irrelevant adults. When I talk to all my teachers and friends before leaving, I always say it with a smile. However, I am willing to use this to beg for a few tears of divine sympathy in front of God and children!

There is a slanting wind and drizzle outside the window, and I am already writing this. I can't help it. Sympathetic children, let's talk!

Bing Xin

August 12, 1923, Shanghai

Newsletter 6<. /p>

Children:

When you read this letter, I have left my lovely begonia-leaf-shaped motherland and am on a boat in the Pacific Ocean. My heart is tired of the words of sadness today. No more words to mess with your simple thoughts.

Children, I have a suggestion: The "Children's World" column is for children, and it should be written by children for children. You might as well try your best to occupy this land. If you have any joyful things, you might as well tell them so that the children in the world can laugh together. If you have any sad things, you might as well tell them so that the world can laugh. Children can cry with them openly, and there is no need to shrink in front of adults. Children, this is the secret we have saved, let us just say it in a low voice! The thoughts of adults are extremely profound and profound. What we can measure. I don’t know why, but their rights and wrongs are often the opposite of ours. Often, what we think is heart-wrenching is ignored by them; what we think is trivial and irrelevant, they think. It is an earth-shattering achievement. For example, when we launch artillery wars, tens of thousands of people are killed and injured, and we don’t need to see it. As long as we hear what others say, we will have heart palpitations and be unable to sleep at night. Or talk nonsense; but not only do they not care, but they also like to manipulate these things.

Another example is China, which we think is the boss. It doesn’t matter who is the president, as long as he is honest, manages everyone in peace, and does not hinder our games, we will be satisfied; but the adults are busy talking about this matter, He lifts him, he pushes him, there is no mess, it is more difficult than lifting the "Little Man King" when we were playing. All in all, we dare not and will not interfere with their affairs; they actually disdain to interfere with our affairs. So we can talk and laugh freely without fear of their laughing. ——I have finished my words, please applaud the children!

As for me, in addition to maybe being able to send a reply letter from Japan in one week, in the next two months, because of the Daoyuan letter, I'm afraid there can't be any news due to the sluggish relationship. The autumn wind is getting colder, which is the best time to write. I hope you will work hard!

There are many interesting things to report to you in Shanghai. Unfortunately, I am too busy, so I will probably stay on the boat, facing the sea, slowly of writing. Please wait.

Children! Tomorrow afternoon, we will really be apart! May the light of God’s selfless love always surround us and comfort us forever.

Farewell, farewell, the last words, I hope everyone will work hard to be a good child!

Bing Xin

August 16, 1923 Japan, Shanghai.

(The above six articles were originally published in "Morning News·Children's World" from July to August 1923, and later included in "For Young Readers", first edition of Beijing New Book Company in May 1926.)

< p>Newsletter 7

Dear children:

On the afternoon of August 17, colorful fluttering paper ribbons flew out of the countless windows of the Yorkson Mail Ship, far away When I was thrown to the shore and allowed to be held by the farewell people, my heart was soaring and sad!

Countless infatuated farewells, on the farthest bank of the river, only held the hand of this finally cut off I put this huge piece of paper on it, carrying the heaviest sorrow of separation, and floated westward!

The life on board is so fresh and lively. In addition to three meals, it was just casual play and walking. During the first three days at sea, I completely returned to the state of a child. I never tired of making circles and throwing sandbags, but I stopped playing again after that. Later, when I thought about it, it was very strange. For no other reason, the sea evoked memories of my childhood. In the sound of the waves, my childish innocence and playmates all jumped into my mind. I really hate that there are not many children in the boat this time. During the three days that brought back my childlike innocence, there was no fun guessing game!

I have lived on the beach since I was a child, but I have never seen it. The sea is as flat as a mirror. This time we left Wusongkou, a one-day voyage, and we could see sparkling microwaves as far as the eye could see. The cool breeze blows, and the boat feels like traveling on ice. After arriving at the Koryo boundary, the sea water turned out to be like a lake. Extremely blue and extremely green, condensed into one piece. The golden light of the setting sun went from the horizon like a long snake directly to where the people standing were standing. From the sky to the water in front of the boat, from light red to deep emerald, it turns into dozens of colors, layer by layer, one by one. ...Children, I hate that I can’t draw. Words are the most useless things in the world. I can’t describe this ethereal and wonderful scene!

The night of August 18th is the night when the twin stars cross the river. After dinner, I leaned alone by the balcony, letting the cool breeze blow on my clothes. The Milky Way is full of starlight, shining onto the deep black sea. From far away, I could hear people laughing and chatting under the stairs, and suddenly I felt that my hometown was getting far away. The stars are twinkling, the sea waves are roaring, and the people stand quietly, only melancholy.

At dusk on the 19th, we were approaching Kobe. There were green mountains on both sides of the bank, and fishing boats came and went from time to time. Most of the hills in Japan are round and flat. People joke and call them "Steamed Bun Mountains". This steamed bun mountain is dotted along the way. Until night, you can see the bright lights in the distance, and you have arrived in Kobe. The boat slowly stopped, and many people went ashore. Because it was too late, I went up to the highest floor alone and saw such a bright world for the first time. The light of the faint moon in the sky, the starlight, and the lights on the shore all reflected each other silently. From time to time, there is a string of light flying across the mountain, thinking it is a train traveling around. ...It was silent in the boat. There was no sound of the tide tonight, and Jingji's mind suddenly arose: "If only my mother were here at this time...". I remember Beijing very clearly.

Children, forgive me, I can’t write any more.

Bing Xin

August 20, 1923, Kobe.

As I turned around an endless green grassy slope and walked through the deep forest under the morning sun, I could already feel the wind blowing from the lake, and the lake waves were no longer as sleepy as they were last night. ——Sitting quietly on the shore of the lake, I stretched out the paper, picked up the pen, and raised my head. Surrounded by red leaves and the sound of water, I wanted to start writing a letter to my long-lost child.

Children, what do you think I am feeling?

The water surface is flashing with little silver light, and the rows of pine trees in the Italian garden on the other side prove that I am thousands of miles away. My little friends, it’s been over a month now, and I haven’t even sent a single word to Japan. I don’t want to say I’m sorry!

I usually write when people are quiet. But there are public places everywhere on the ship. Everyone can come to the deck. The sea view is excellent, but the mind is rarely peaceful. I can only write a few words at random in the very early morning when there is no one on the boat. They have been piled up to this day, but I can't sort them out, and I don't want to sort them out hastily, so I have postponed them until today. I respect children, and I hope children can also respect and forgive me!

I don’t know where to start from so many words, and the microwaves hitting the lakeshore one after another are not covered with the scattered tidal rocks layer by layer, until The felt edge that covered my knees seemed to ask me to introduce her to my children. My little friend, I really don’t know how to describe her! She is now lying in front of me. I have seen the moonlight and setting sun on the lake, the heavy clouds and light rain on the lake, and they are really beautiful. Children, my dear ones are not here, so only she, the daughter of the sea, can comfort me. Lake Waban has a similar pronunciation, so I called her "Wei Bing". Every evening when I swim, the boat is as light as a feather and the water is as soft as an oar. The leaves around the shore, green, red, yellow, and white, reflected into the water, covering half of the lake's autumn water. It is extremely beautiful and soft under the sunset. The golden light that was about to fall reached the treetops and scattered on the lake. In the mist on the lake, I whispered to it, take my love and comfort with it and go to the Far East with it.

Children! It’s half a month on the sea and half a month on the lake. If you ask me which one I love more, it’s hard to say. ——The sea is like my mother, and the lake is my friend. I have been close to the sea since childhood, and I am close to the lake now. The sea is endless and deep without a single word. Her love is mysterious and great. My love for her is heart-warming. The lake has red leaves and green branches, and there are many contrasts. Her love is gentle and charming, and my love for her is light and indifferent. This may be too abstract, but I have no other words to describe it! Children, how much have you written in two months? Can you tell me about the joy in mother's arms? - This can be regarded as a letter along the way. Small sequence. After that, I still mailed the written letters in order. The sun, moon and place are all because of their oldness. How did I, a "weak swimmer", go from Shanghai on the east coast of the Pacific to Boston on the east coast of the Atlantic. In these letters It’s very clear, please read it there!

I don’t know when these hundreds of words will reach you. The world is really too big!

Bing Xin

October 14, 1923, Wellesley on the shores of Weibing Lake.

Communication 9

This is a letter my sister sent to my father from the hospital. It describes her life and feelings during her illness. It is really more detailed than a diary. I think she is sick and must not be able to write to the young readers of "Children's World" often. There must be many young readers who hope to get news about her. So I asked my father to publish her letter. My father agreed, so I made a brief statement as an introduction, hoping that my sister would not blame me for being nosy. January 22, 1924, Bingzhong, Beijing Jiaotong University.

Newsletter 16

Second Brother Bingshu:

I am infinitely comforted by receiving these two long and sincere letters from you. Yes! "The sunshine passing through the gaps between the pine trees is your brother's messenger to greet you; the cool wind at night is the comfort words from your flesh and blood brothers!" Good brother! I love and appreciate your poetic words of comfort. !

Unexpectedly, I received a collection of poems by famous people from all over the world as a gift from you. I love it beyond words. My father said that I was afraid I already had it. I originally had an anthology of ancient and modern poetry on the bookshelf of Guanbilou. Unfortunately, as soon as I wrote a letter asking for a Chinese letter, they would use all kinds of excuses to stop me. It seems that all Chinese books are full of profound philosophies, which require endless mental energy to read.

I couldn't bear to violate their good intentions, so I finally read some short poems brought from the hospital. I received the selected words last night and looked at them cherishedly, page by page. I thought, it’s rare that I have a caring little brother.

The choice of this word seems to be a little on the delicate side, and typos are often found. But overall, it's pretty good.

You asked me before and after I went to China, which part of the environment was more poetic? I would undoubtedly say, "Of course it was after I went to China!" In Beijing, you cannot face the lakes and mountains in the morning and evening. First condition. Another thing is that the mood in the guest room seems to make it easier to understand the poems.

Leaving the bank of the Huangpu River, in a boat on the Pacific Ocean, with the blue sky and blue sea, going and coming alone, I often recalled the two sentences "The sea water goes thousands of miles deep, and no one would say that this is the bitter end of freedom." Because I accidentally saw everyone in the same boat. When Yilan looked down at the waves splashing on the bow of the boat, there seemed to be a slight sadness in his eyebrows.

When I arrived in Wellesley, Huibing Lake was my only good friend. Either by the water or on the water, there is no place where you can't stay there for a day. The day before my mother's birthday, I went to the lake again. I felt homesick by the water, and suddenly recalled Zuo Fu's poem "Lang Tao Sha":

The water is soft, the sound of the oars is soft, the grass is green, the islands are green, and the green peaches are everywhere. The tree hides in the red building; it is the soul of the spring mountain that floats into a lonely boat. The dream of hometown never stops, causing me a lot of leisurely sorrow? After Zhongzhou, I went to Fuzhou: throw it with the Bajiang River and flow to the sea, don’t look back!

I felt that the scene matched, so I picked up a piece of lake stone and used it to The knife was engraved with two sentences: "The dream of hometown never stops, causing me so much leisure and sorrow?" I threw these two sentences far into the heart of the lake, and I walked back without looking back. From that day on, I believe that this small stone will always be in the middle of the lake, until the end of heaven and earth. As long as the lake water does not dry up and the lake rocks remain rotten, my hometown heart entrusted in it will never be erased!

American homes, except in cities, are often small and exquisite, surrounded by mountains and rivers. Beside the fence outside the window, there are mixed flowers and plants, which really fits the meaning of the word "This is someone's house, the door is deep and green". It's just that there are no walls, so it's more spacious than deep. Pedestrians on the road can see green sleeves and red makeup through the windows, and hear the music and laughter. In the poem, "the setting sun shines on the deep courtyard", "how much deeper the courtyard is", "without rolling up the bead curtain, people are deep", "the swing inside the wall and the road outside the wall", "Yinhan is a red wall, separated by a long distance" "" and other sentences are no longer needed here!

The fields are densely forested and the roads are winding and winding according to the heights of the mountains. It is full of natural interest. I think it will be even more beautiful when spring comes and wild flowers are everywhere. It's just a procession over mountains and ridges, and the city walls and temples can no longer be seen. "The winding path leads to a secluded place, and the Zen room has deep vegetation", "The flower palace, immortals and gods are slightly far away, the moon is hidden in the high city, and the bells are few and far between", "A solitary city on the Wanren Mountain", "I will sleep at the head of the city after drinking wine", "The sun sets with long smoke Phrases such as "The isolated city is closed" and "The curtains are sparse and the stars in the courtyard are quiet, and the city's bells and drums are hidden" are no longer needed here!

In short, the meaning of the "New World" is everywhere here. We can see the traces of the first establishment of Hong Lian. The country is full of ancient solemnity. Although there are only decadent and peeling city walls and palaces, they all make people think of "looking up and wanting to climb down and bow down". The lovely and respectable motherland of five thousand years! Reminiscent of going to Xia Nan , passing through Suzhou in the morning, the train ran parallel to the city wall for several miles. The city is covered with wet smoke, there are small boats tied to the moat, and the tiered towers protruding from the top of the city are actually a picture. At that time, I had already thought that when I left the country, I would never see this scene again!

Speaking of life in the mountains, apart from reading books, traveling in the mountains, and talking and laughing with my female companions, there was no other daily routine. The poems written by my family's Lingyun Gong include "I'm tired of sleeping in the mountains and valleys, and I disappeared into the cloud peaks. The rocks and ravines house my ears and eyes, and I love my sound-isolated appearance." Loneliness... Lying sick and having free time, writing ink and calligraphy in time, observing the past and present with my arms, and joking while sleeping and eating... It is difficult to be happy at the same time, and I can rely on my luck to achieve life." These sentences describe my life completely, and I don't need to Say more!

I suddenly recalled Du Fu's "I miss my home and stand up at night, looking at the clouds while remembering my brother who slept in the daytime" and Su Dongpo's "It is not bad to be idle due to illness, and peace of mind is the best medicine", For me at this time in my life, it is a word that cannot be moved! The green mountains are covered with pine trees, the ground is covered with snow, and the scenery under the moon is so quiet that it is difficult to describe. After dinner, I often sit in front of the building, and I can't help but feel homesick in the cold light. . And every day from 3 to 5 pm is the rest time. How can I sleep during the day? Naturally, I just lie down and watch the clouds rise in the sky. Especially at this time, I often read family letters again and remember my brothers together. ——Bingzhong was afraid that I wouldn’t be able to write more correspondence while I was ill. Little did he know that I had more free time and a clearer state of mind during my illness, so I wrote more than usual. Moreover, I have not used any medicine since I became ill. It is true that "peace of mind is more than medicine, but no prescription."

Read more ancient sentences so that you can write less and better. On the one hand, I am happy that it is consistent with the ancients, but on the other hand, I regret that I could not wait for thousands of years to say it before the ancients said it. ——I’ve said too much. It’s all your poetry selection that caused me to drop my book bag for a long time. Who’s to blame? Just smile!

There are times when Qingshan is really beautiful. On February 7th, after five days of wind and snow, thousands of trees were covered with a layer of ice. The extremely bright sun rises early in the morning and shines from the east, illuminating these ice trees and jade branches with cold light. I walked downstairs and walked through the snowy forest. I looked back occasionally and walked through the ice jade bushes. In the corner of the small building, you can faintly see my curtain.

Although it is generally cold at high places, this beautiful building is actually in the human world, not in the sky.

On the morning of the 9th, I went out on a sleigh with my female companion. The two horses galloped up and down the green hills. Along the way, deep in the forest, ice branches brushed against the clothes, snapping and making a sound. The ground is covered with white snow, not even an inch of soil can be seen, and it is actually a world without any trace of dust. The most beautiful thing is the ice beads strung on the branches of wild cherries, red and white, shining brightly toward the sun. It feels like there is no treasure in the world so dazzling!

On the way, my female companion pointed to a green mountain in the distance, rising and falling at the end of the day. I suddenly thought that I was really far away from home, and even the green mountains were no longer the Central Plains. At this time, I suddenly felt leisurely and distant. ——Brother! I always want to take "truth" as the only condition for writing. However, after all calculations, not only the writing before leaving the country is not "true", but also the writing after leaving the country is not as "true" as possible. .

I firmly believe that whether it is human feelings or physical scenery, when it reaches the "end", it is absolutely impossible to describe or write it down. No matter how many times I started to write and wanted to say something, I just couldn't find words worthy of describing these emotional scenes in the language and words. In the end, I just put the pen down and was speechless. When I was very unwilling to lose these scenes, I could only describe a few words at random to leave some impressions. You might as well just draw a few ink lines on the paper like the ancients knotted ropes to record events. As long as I can see these ink marks again in the future and recreate the past in a vague and ethereal artistic conception, I will be more than satisfied.

Before leaving China, I had more words than emotions. After leaving the country, I had more emotions than words. Although the environment is often beautiful enough to write about, I often cannot. Xin Youan's "Luo Fumei" said:

Young people don't know the feeling of sadness, so they fall in love with the upper floors; if they fall in love with the upper floors, they forcefully express their sorrow in order to compose new words. Now that I have realized the feeling of sorrow, I want to say it’s time to give up. I want to say it’s time to give up, but I say, ‘It’s a cool autumn day’.

It really made me feel so lonely. Although he only said the word "sorrow", it covered everything else! - I really don't know the pain of words not being able to express each other's emotions. Is it just me or everyone?

A Beijing proverb says: "Clouds cover the moon on the 15th day of August, and snow lights up the lights on the 15th day of the first lunar month." Last year during the Mid-Autumn Festival, there was no moon here. On the fourteenth night of the lunar calendar, the moonlight shines brightly. I was thinking that Eastern proverbs cannot be applied to Western celestial phenomena, but unexpectedly it turned out to be raining and snowing on Lantern Festival night. Eighteen nights later, I woke up from my dreams and saw the moon. I only feel that on the empty pillow, dreams and the moon continue. It is best to stay in the past two nights, when you wake up near dawn, the sky is blue, there is a golden crescent moon, and a big star hangs in the recess of the crescent moon not far away. There was only one star and one moon in the cloudless sky. The scene was truly wonderful.

How is Yuan Ye? - I heard that at the family banquet on Drunk Si Ming Ye, my mother felt sorry for me, but you brothers could comfort each other with a joke. It’s like a light grass has become a stick! Laughing and thanking you.

We have run out of paper, so I won’t talk more. ——I thought this letter might as well be passed on to children to read.

Bing Xin

March 1, 1924, green mountains and sand.

(The above two articles were originally published in "Morning News·Children's World" on March 9 and April 2, 1924, and later included in "For Young Readers".)

Newsletter 2 Nineteen

Dearest little reader:

I’m home! I burst out with tears of gratitude and joy at the word “go home”!

< p>Three years of time away from home, when I think back, it was nothing more than a fleeting glimpse. When I wrote this letter, my younger brother Bingji was standing by. Outside the window, the red ones are oleanders and the green ones are willow branches, against the clear blue sky of Beijing. The scenery of my hometown comes back to me one by one!

Children! If you had never left northern China for more than three years, you would not admire the blue sky in the north! Get up early in the morning and uncover the blue sky in the north. Looking out from the curtain, in this blue sky like sea waves, there are one or two piles of pure white clouds, sparsely coming and going, and the willow leaves are swaying in the morning wind, giving you a hint of coolness. You feel that this kind of faint nostalgia that is "strong in the cold" is something that you can never taste in a foreign country! If you are a person with heavy emotions, you will feel a feeling that is like joy but not joy, like wistfulness but not bewilderment. mood. Standing and staring for a while, you may shed tears of loss and refuge!

In a foreign country, I only encountered this kind of cloud shadow and sky light twice. The first time was on the top of the White Ridge in New Hampshire the summer before last. When I woke up from a nap, I got a letter from a friend in England. It was a letter full of friendship and goodwill, and described the scenery of Oxford in such a way that it would make you fall into a dream.

With a mix of confusion and joy in my heart, I walked up to the top of the mountain with this letter, and suddenly I saw the exotic blue sea-like sky! Among the surrounding mountains, this lush blue sky filled everything. The setting sun spread all over the sky, creating a hint or two of crimson and deep purple on the western skyline. The color changes rapidly, from silvery gray to fish belly white, and suddenly turns into brilliant gold. The mountains were silent, and because of the wonderful changes at the end of the sky, it seemed like there was sound in space! Like waves, birdsong, and wind howling, I seemed to hear the sound of the setting sun. At this moment, I suddenly felt that my weak heart was lifted up to the sky by this great impression, and was suddenly pressed down to the bottom of the sea! I felt the majesty of creation, and my childishness. After the illness, I was so beautiful all around. In the scene of shooting, he actually fell on the grass and kept sobbing!

Another time was this spring, one night in Washington, D.C. I traveled south from the cold New York City and found "spring" in Beijing! I sat close to the window in the gentle breeze. It was already evening, and the National Women's Party building was facing the White House of Congress. building. My eyes, tired of traveling for half a day, were awakened by the blue sky behind this building! Overseas children! Please forgive me, before I suddenly marveled at the White Building of Congress, during the two and a half years I lived in the United States, I never realized that she was a solemn person. The kingdom!

This white building stands for a long time, like a fairy pavilion with exquisite openings. The powerful lights next to the building illuminated the sky behind the building even more clearly. There are also great white stone buildings on both sides. In front of the building is a very wide white stone street. The snow-white ball lights shone neatly. Pedestrians on the road were silent amid the great scenery. This kind of heavenly silence is the first time I have found it since I came to the United States. I have found the similarities between Huajing and Beijing!

My sudden homesickness is like a turbulent sea! I pushed the chair away and walked down this quiet high-rise building, heading straight towards the big book Go to the pavilion. I felt indescribable joy and freedom on the road. The new green of the willows is swaying in the evening breeze of early spring. Like a regular visitor, I walked into the reading room and wrote my diary there. As I wrote, I suddenly recalled two lines of Lu Fangweng's poem "When you call me the host, you are actually a guest, but you know it's not my native land and you force yourself to climb the building." After carefully studying the meaning of the word "call" and "strong", my mood gradually dropped!

I closed the book and walked out proudly. Go out and spend a day starry. I breathed a sigh of relief. ——I saw a pushcart on the side of the road, and a black man was selling roasted peanuts and chestnuts. I haven't eaten snacks since I got sick, so I suddenly stepped forward and bought two packs. The dark face under the lamp smiled kindly at me, interrupting my forced dream of hometown! Why should I eat peanuts and chestnuts? It’s just trying to use Huajing as Beijing!

Written My wrist is weak, children. I feel embarrassed to tell you that I have been ill for more than ten years since I came back. This morning is the first time I wrote a long letter. I was already tired and tired during the trip, but when I got home I felt relieved, and the disease took advantage of the opportunity. I am not a very sick person, but for some reason, since I communicated with you, my life has been complicated by illness and busyness. How can I say this!

The New Year of the motherland is here. As I am newly healed, I feel joyful and desolate! There are many more things to say, which I will leave for later. Fortunately, I am close to you now!

Your warm and loyal friend, hereby wish you all the best. Joy!

Bing Xin

August 31, 1926, Yuanen Temple.

(This article was originally published in "Morning News" on September 6, 1926, and was later included in the fourth edition of "For Young Readers".)

About the author

Bing Xin (1900-1999), formerly known as Xie Wanying, was born in Changle, Fujian Province on October 5, 1900, in a family of naval officers with patriotic and reformist ideas in Fuzhou. She published her first article in the "Morning Post" in August 1919. He wrote an essay "Reflections on the Twenty-One Day Hearing" and his first novel "Two Families". The latter used the pen name "Bing Xin" for the first time. At that time, Concordia Women's University merged into Yenching University, and Bing Xin joined the then famous Literature Research Society as a young student. In 1923, Bing Xin received a scholarship from Wellesley Women's University in the United States with excellent results. Before and after studying abroad, he began to publish correspondence essays under the general title "For Little Readers", which became the foundation of Chinese children's literature.