"Communication" was written on July 25th, 1923, when Bing Xin was hospitalized due to illness. What is the writing purpose of this article?

Communication 1

Children who have known each other before:

I'm going on a long trip while I'm sick. In the past three or two months, I've been separated from my words; Because I saw yesterday that the supplement of Morning Post had a special column of "Children's World", I was delighted and made the first communication with lovely children with my weak wrist and unfamiliar pen and ink.

in this first letter, please allow me to introduce myself before you. I am a laggard in your naive team-however, there is one thing that I am always proud of: I was once a child, and I am still a child now. In order to keep this naive until I transfer to another world, I sincerely hope that you will help me and support me, and I will always encourage myself to be your most enthusiastic and loyal friend!

little friend, I'm going far away. I like this trip very much, because maybe I can get more materials from the trip, and I can tell you something slightly novel in my future communication. -the place where I go is on the other side of the earth. I have three younger brothers, the youngest of whom is thirteen. He has studied geography and knows that the earth is round. He jokingly said to me, "Sister, when you are gone, when we miss you, we can take a long bamboo pole and go straight from our yard to the opposite your yard to make a hole. We can see each other from that hole. I'll see if you've gained weight or lost weight since you left. " Do children think this is possible? -I have another child, who is four years old this year. He asked me one day, "Aunt, where are you going? Is it farther than the front door?" Children, which side of the earth is it? Or is the front door far?

I'm leaving-leaving my parents, brothers and all my dear ones. Although it is a short period, I already feel very sad. If you can think of a warm and loyal friend in overseas Wan Li who can't enjoy such a rich blessing when he is alone in the annoying and sad weather in the windy morning and rainy evening, in front of his father's mother's knees, in the lines of his sisters and brothers, your naive pity at a glance has given me great happiness and comfort from the spirit of the universe!

little friend, whenever I have time, I will not interrupt this communication for a long time. Please forgive me if the interval is longer. Because if I hadn't picked up my pen at the moment when my childlike innocence came back, I would never dare to write this newsletter with the heart of an adult. This floor is for your compassion.

it's time to wrap this letter. I feel indescribable in my heart. I feel very honored!

Bing Xin

July 25th, 1923

Communication II

Children:

I hate to tell you a sad thing in the second communication. However, this incident, since last year, has caused my soul a dull pain, and until now, I can't help but repent in front of pure children.

One spring night last year, it was a very leisurely night. It was past nine o'clock, and all my younger brothers had gone to bed. Only my father and mother sat at the round table, reading, eating fruit and talking. I am holding a book myself, leaning back in the chair and standing and reading. At that time, everything was very soft and quiet.

A mouse quietly came out from under the table and slowly ate the crumbs on the ground. This mouse is very small, it has no guess, calm, while eating, while looking up at me-I woke up in surprise, and my mother and father looked down. In all directions, it is still pleasant, and it is very small, with light gray tender hair, flexible little body and a pair of bright eyes.

children, please let me confess! In an instant, I leaned down in a daze, holding the book in my hand and gently covering it. -god! It doesn't go. Through the pages, I feel its soft little body curled up on the ground without resistance.

this is completely unexpected! I pressed his hand, and Fang trembled slightly-my mother had quickly said, "Why bother coming! Such a tame and interesting little creature ... "

Before I finished speaking, the little dog Tiger jumped in from outside the curtain. Father also said at once, "Let go quickly, the tiger is going to get it!" " I picked up the book again insanely, hateful! It is still motionless. -a joyful virtual hall, tiger has pounced on it, and I can't stop it. It has emerged from the curtain gap with it in its mouth. Out of the door, I heard it chirping a few times in the tiger's mouth, and then there was no sound. -Less than a minute before and after, this gentle little creature made an arrow whizzing in my heart!

I heaved a sigh of relief from my panic. Mother slowly put down the book in her hand, looked up at me and said, "I think it is really small and inorganic." Otherwise, you must have run away. I came out for food for the first time, but I didn't come back. His mother was in the nest, and I didn't know what to expect. "

little friend, I have fallen, I have really fallen! If I were the same age as you, when I heard this, I must slowly move over and suddenly jump into my mother's arms and cry. But I was ... Children, forgive me! I just pretended not to mind and smiled.

it's time to rest. I'll go back to my bedroom. A forced smile increased my guilt. I lingered for a long time, but I didn't know what to do-I didn't change my clothes, just leaned on the edge of the bed and fell on the pillow. In this state, I was silent for fifteen minutes-I finally shed tears.

It's been more than a year now. Sometimes when I study late into the night and see rats coming out, I always feel ashamed and almost want to avoid them. I always thought it was the mouse's mother, with tears in her eyes, who came out to look for it every night and wanted to take it back.

not only this, I remember it when I saw the tiger, but also when I sat at night. This impression always hurts in my heart. Once I couldn't bear it, I told an adult friend. I tried to get a scolding from her to relieve my pain. I don't want her, but I laughed and said, "You are really becoming more and more childish. It's worth talking about something big!" Her indifferent smile stopped me from saying the following words. From then on, I was discouraged. I didn't mention this terrible thing to the second adult!

When I was young, I shed tears for a broken cricket and sobbed for an injured yellowbird. When I was a child, I understood that all life is of average size in the eyes of the creator; I didn't do anything unkind when I was a child, but now I have degenerated ...

I have confessed before you today, solemn children, please judge!

Bing Xin

July 28th, 1923, Beijing.

Communication III

Dear children:

I left home yesterday afternoon, and I fell asleep. When the car turned the corner, I looked back and stared-unless I saw all the dear people under this shed with bean leaves again, I couldn't wake up from this dream!

all the people who sent me were children-children who came out of the house and were in the same car, and children in front of the car and behind it. I deeply feel the glory in mourning. Bing Xin is blessed with the innocent and pure love of these children, and enjoys this deep and unfettered separation.

Before the train started, my little brother knew he was sad until the end of the ice season. He kept holding Uncle Bing's sleeve and said, "Brother, let's go home." He stood at a distance with tears in his eyes. I called him, held his face, and I put down my hand feebly, and they left. We didn't say a word at all.

The train slowly got out of the station, while the city walls and willows flew past me. My heart is as heavy as death, but I feel awkward, so I pick up the history of Mandarin literature. I just turned to the paragraph "the clouds are rotten", and suddenly I saw a few big words written in the blank space on the page: "Don't forget the small". My heart suddenly soured, so I threw away my book and went to the opposite chair to sit down-this is the handwriting of Bing Ji! Little brother, why are you still bothering me after my separation?

I just can't sleep well in the night. I sit up and open the window several times, and there is only a vague semicircle of the moon shining on the dark and boundless fields. -the car is racing and rolling, and it is heading for an infinite future. Mingyue and I, step by step away from home!

I passed Jinan this morning, and I got up at five o'clock to set my hair on the window. Looking out at the distant mountains, they are not in the haze, and they are so light that they want nothing. Only a light blue mountain peak stretches across the sky. People's cooking smoke in the mountains, pounds of tuen in the valley, like Yun Qi. The morning sun shines brightly on the boundless neat green field. I stood by the window for half an hour after washing and dressing. In this solemn and great environment, I can only bow my head silently and praise the creator of omnipotent wisdom.

after the Tai 'an mansion, the morning dew is zero. Each platform is in the thick shade, which is the most interesting and quiet. At this point, I just got off for a little walk and looked at Mount Tai from afar, carefree and fascinated. I recited the four sentences silently, "When the mountain rises, the scenery stops, although I can't reach it, my heart yearns for it", and I repeated them several times.

From then on, I heard the trampling of leather boots, the clashing of knives and guns, and soldiers in yellow and gray, marching back and forth in teams. I suddenly remembered the carjacking near the city, knowing that it was almost time to hold the calf hill. I was eager to meet those people who came and went with knives and swords. At this moment, I only look forward to the life of a hero in the water margin and the life of Lin Chong and Lu Zhishen in Wu Song. I'm not envious of the golden pavilion and peeling pavilion, I envy that kind of radical and bold mind!

so I went out and asked the soldier who was standing at the junction of two cars with guns and bullets. He said it was almost near the city, and the calf-holding hill was dozens of miles away, so the car was invisible. He spoke to me very gently and spoke pure Shandong dialect. I felt nameless joy like a stranger hearing a local accent. -Shandong is my hometown in spirit. I only like the loyal Shandong people and listen to the timid Shandong dialect.

One stop is near the south of the Yangtze River, and the happiness of my trip has already begun. This time, I specially reserved a room for myself, in order to be free and quiet, so that I can write some correspondence. I leaned back on the long pillow and sat near the window. The curtains on the other side of the sun are strictly covered. On the opposite side, in order to see the scenery, it was half opened. It's cool in Xu Lai. It's very quiet and gloomy in this room. Except for the monotonous sound of wheels, it is no different from the library in my home. Although there are no shelves full of books in the window, great nature is spinning outside the window. Pen in hand, sentence in heart, as long as I don't ring the bell, no one will come in to stir me. Gong Ding 'an has a saying: "..... everyone knows that the West Lake is extremely resentful, who will share such a rich blessing?" ..... "This morning such a quiet and happy mood, is beyond my dreams. This book not only masturbates, but also comforts my younger brothers and remembers my children.

Bingxin

On August 4th, 1923, Jin-Pu Road Central.

Communication IV

Children:

I finally got to Lincheng Station and got out of the car. I only saw a large group of soldiers, waving red flags, which read "... Second Battalion ..." They set off firecrackers and blew their horns. Besides, it's just a distant mountain ridge outside the station, and there's nothing more. I am disappointed that I have never seen a man who wears night clothes, carries a dart and a sword, and comes and goes like flies.

from now on, clouds cover the sun. There are small rafts beside the track. There are also children, bathing in the water. There is also a little daughter, wearing a big red flower, sitting at the bottom of a tree by the water, doing her work. The scene of bowing her head and threading the thread is really gentle and lovely.

across south Suzhou to Bengbu, on both sides of the track, rain becomes a lake. There are boats coming and going on the lake. The boundless microwave reflects the sunset, and the scenery is so beautiful that it can't be described. Since then, the people's accent has gradually changed, and I gradually feel timid, and I don't know why.

It was night when we crossed Jinling. When we got on and off the bus, we saw the lights across the river. I only imagine the Qinhuai Mochow in the city, and all I can see is the yellow waves hitting the ship's rail under the long bridge.

the fifth day will never be earlier than Suzhou. After two nights of insomnia, I was extremely tired, but the scenery outside the window immersed me in my tired heart, making me carefree and drunk. The river extends into the ridge, far away from several waterwheels, clusters of thatched cottages and trees surrounded by water, forming a village of its own. Shui Yang has light waves and low branches. I really don't know if it was a poem or a painting when several peasant women walked by with their shoulders and hoes!

sometimes the river is far-sighted and the river sails a little. Under the dawn, it is extremely clear and beautiful. I have always liked the scenery in the north, so I have to fall in love with the elegance and gentleness in the south of the Yangtze River.

I arrived in Shanghai at 7: 3 in the morning, and a child came to meet me, saying "Aunt", which gave me infinite joy-it has been four or five days since I arrived here, and after the rest, the common things are too busy. Tonight the night is as cold as water, and there is only myself under the lamp. It's rare to have a quiet night here. Many sisters and brothers, knowing that I'm coming, often come to me at night to enjoy the cool and gossip.

I picked up my pen three times, but I stopped because of the knocking at the door. I looked down through the window, and my brothers and sisters came to see me again. I am comforted and disappointed because I have delayed the communication I am willing to write for three times.

this is just the experience along the way, and I have many feelings. I don't want to write it in my busy time, so I'll talk about it later. It's late at night, let me say good night!

Bing Xin

August 9, 1923, Shanghai.

Communication 5

Children:

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

On this trip to Bengbu, mother and daughter got on the bus, and the waiter led them straight 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 them down. She is in a hurry, as if playing the piano. The daughter is in her twenties, dressed in a linen dress, pockmarked and covered with powder. Her head and hands are covered with hairpins, ears, rings, bracelets and so on, and she 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. I just thought that girl was too unlovable. I didn't say hello to her, just looked out of the window, and when I turned around, I saw them talking. The girl couldn't stop asking for soup and water. Her mother, dressed in a blue gauze, was in her mid-fifties, and her face was sad. She talked to her in a way that seemed to be both loving and scolding. I watched and suddenly felt sad. I went out while they were in the house-children! I think of my mother, and I don't feel that I spilled some sour tears by the window of the aisle.

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

children! Adults are really admirable, and their tears are easy to fall; They are brave and generous. When I was extremely sad, my father and mother could persuade me calmly. Although I don't know what's going on behind my back, I was finally compassionate and patient at that time. I am grateful for being landless!

although I am weak, I still have my own pride.