Besides, after fourteen years of the Republic of China, I left Beijing to teach at Wuchang University. Although I always went back to Beijing to stay, my stay in Beijing was always short, so I finally didn’t have a chance to get closer to him.
After more than ten years, my life fell into an irregular course due to various circumstances. These old friends simply cut off contacts until I received Mr. Xu’s obituary, but I can’t remember where he held hands for the last time. Because when I came to Xingzhou in Hong Kong this time, I knew that he was teaching at the Hong Kong University, but I wanted to visit him because of the shipping schedule, so I lost his chance to have a deep talk forever.
There are many people who have tried their best to discuss his life experience, his colonization of other countries, and I don’t want to talk about it here. I want to pay special attention to his admiration for his genius. His early romanticism is well known, but recently his style has changed and he has become vigorous and solid realism, but few people talk about it.
He wrote a novel called Iron Fish Gill after the Anti-Japanese War, which really represents this tendency. In the first few issues of Overseas Chinese Weekly, he turned to show us a solid and meticulous novel with exemplary meaning scattered in the South Island. It is not only rare in China’s novel circle, but also rare in the British and American short stories circle in 1994. But it is a pity that he is a genius in this respect, but he does not know much about other aspects, and he himself is very few. On the one hand, it is a big talk to say that China’s cultural circles have suffered losses because of his death. I think it is short of a creative genius.
I’m not too old this year, but I seem to think it’s too old to mourn my old friends in retrospect. Zeng Mengpu, Lu Xun, Cai Yumin, Mr. Ma Junwu are a little longer than me, Mr. Jiang Baili, Mr. Zhang Jiluan, Mr. Xu Zhimo, Mr. Teng Ruoqu, Jiang Guangci, you have cried friends in these ten years. I often wonder privately that modern China literati generally don’t enjoy the age of ten, while foreign literati such as Britain, Hardy, Russia, Tolstoy and France, all enjoy their lives at the age of ten. Maybe they will treat the literati. I think a slogan in this memorial meeting for Mr. Xu Dishan demands that the literati should be treated more generally, because a cup of coffee is never practical after death.
Finally, I want to copy my couplet at the bottom.
Stop commenting on Bo Niu Ji Si Ling Yu Shan Jun Nirvana went to the other shore and asked the world. Hu Ma peeped into the river and didn’t go to the pearl to leak my country’s precious talents
One more journey, one more journey.
Fuyang’s journey to Hangzhou by land is 90 miles, and the waterway is 100 miles and 30 years ago. Not only was there no bus road, but there were no small steamboats in Qiantang River. At that time, a trip to Hangzhou was called banishment. Hangzhou is as far from a crime as Ili, Xinjiang. Therefore, it is not necessary to go to the extreme, so the family must pray once before going to Hangzhou. It means that the ancestors should protect their grandchildren all the way in Tianling, and the neighbors always come to see me off for dinner. Everyone holds lanterns in a row along the river and sends them to the night boat to dock. Let’s go back to shake the night boat with the wind. The boatman will also say that the boat is needed first along the river, and then the rudder tip will burn a sheet piling silk to worship the evil spirits. When I went to Hangzhou, I made a little progress in the past year, and I took another day express boat outside the night boat.
Because my eldest brother has gone to stay in the army hall in Hangzhou, my grandmother and mother are both women, so the candidate who accompanied me to Hangzhou for the exam fell to a relative, an old scholar, who was pedantic and superstitious, which was really surprising. At the same time, it also made people respect him. After breakfast, he took my ancestors hall to light incense sticks, bowed down, and then gave three long bows to my grandmother and mother. Although he also lit a lantern in Renshoutang during the day, he returned to the ancestors hall before he left. Holding a fragrant lantern in my hand, my grandmother worried that my youngest grandson would also leave my hometown and go to Hangzhou, so she frowned three days ago, didn’t eat much and didn’t talk much. My mother sent us to the door, said half an unfinished sentence all the way smoothly, and ran back to the house to hide, because tears should never be seen by people who traveled far away.
The boat came to my hometown, the city, the mountains and rivers swayed and gradually retreated to the back. I was sitting in the cabin full of hope. When I arrived at the extreme east of the county, several families could not see it. Suddenly there was a sour taste in my nose. When the old scholar talked about poetry, he suddenly stopped covering up his weakness. I took some books of ancient Tang poetry from the basket to read it, but it happened that my hand turned over and my clothes were getting farther away from home. My mind could not speak. The wheels in my intestines turned a few words, and my handwriting blurred. I couldn’t help but shed two cold tears on my cheeks and leaned my head against the deck. I could pretend to sleep, but my eyes were not closed. When my eyes were closed, my brain became more violent. I remembered my grandmother and mother’s lonely cold situation after I left. I also remembered my hometown city. At this moment, everyone’s daily life was like a familiar surrounding environment, but one of me was missing. The sun was still there, and the street was still so lively. Finally, I remembered the girl from Zhao’s family. Last night, she was in the moonlight.
After all, the sorrow of teenagers is easy to disappear, Chun Xue. After I lay down and closed my eyes, I made a fake reality, but I soon fell asleep. When the old scholar shook me up and told me to eat, the boat had already passed the fishing mountain and was about to enter the Qiantang boundary for a few hours. I had a full meal and quickly changed the landscape outside the canopy. I was washed clean with sadness. I was pregnant and guided by the sail and looked at the mountains of Hangzhou. The old scholar talked about the future, and my heart was filled with courage and enthusiasm. After looking at Hangzhou, there was no limit.
At that time, it was really easier for nave to take the exam than it is now. I took the exam in Hangzhou House, and the other two were the most difficult ones in Zongwen’s stability. However, a Chinese translation of four questions and a few sentences in English took two hours to finish the exam, and a few days before the release of the list, I ended up traveling in the mountains and playing water. Hangzhou was a famous area of beauty in ancient times, while the West Lake was a fascinating cave in the west.
The scenery in Hangzhou has also changed greatly in the past 30 years. Looking back now, I feel that Hangzhou in the old days was much cuter than it is now.
At that time, from the Qiantang Gate to the west corner of Yongjinmen, there was another pheasant wall around the place where the green campers were stationed. It was called the flag camp. Usually, few people went in, and the entrance guard was always very strict. It was suspected that the general Qian Zong took the general commander, the commander of the guerrilla garrison, and all the generals lived in it. The Lakers took the sedan chair at Qiantang Gate or took a boat outside Yongjinmen. Several teahouses in Sanyayuan, which was near the lake outside Jinmen, were busy, and the furnishings of Sanyayuan were really elegant. Flowers decorated the walls and doors at four o’clock The West Lake poems, pictures, couplets, etc. are pasted and hung there, and snacks such as boiled dried bean curd, lotus root starch, etc. are cheap and good leisure food. Secondly, tourists must visit Chenghuang Mountain, and the business of Sijingyuan is more lively than Sanya Garden. At that time, people did not know the saying that people in Chenghuang Mountain would like to eat shortbread. The argot is that the shortbread is expensive and delicious, and several characteristics are also true.
I came to Hangzhou from my hometown, and Xiangling in the Grand View Garden seems to have just done poetry in private. When I saw the rockery bonsai in this area, it was like a lake and a mountain. I was very happy. The old scholar’s second brother drank tea and climbed the mountain every day. When the list was issued, he had to pay for his meals, but he brought a few studies. However, many points were already gone. In a strange place, I borrowed from Hangzhou. Of course, I couldn’t borrow two yuan a month from my second brother’s army small school. I don’t know how to make up for it.
In the hotel, I lamented that I wanted to go home and find another way. It happened that I graduated from the same class and three of my entourage Fuyang came to Hangzhou. They came to Jiaxing because it was difficult to take the exam in Hangzhou and it was cheaper to prepare a meal. Everyone would gather together to talk about it. I felt that I didn’t have enough money to study in Hangzhou for half a year, but if I went to Jiaxing, it would be enough to return to the car for half a year, and I decided to go to Jiaxing with them that day.
The next morning, I said goodbye to my brother, and the old scholar got off the train with us. It was farther from home to the east. I went to Jiaxing House to see Hangzhou as an extreme place. At that time, it was even more urgent to miss my hometown after the speech was over. In the past six months, when the oil lamp in the bedroom went out or the playground was just finished, I really didn’t know how many homesick tears I had.
Worry can hurt people, but it can also enlighten us. I have been immersed in loneliness and sorrow for half a year. When I returned to my hometown in the summer vacation, everyone said that I had grown up like an adult. In fact, I had no choice but to read poems blindly because I was worried about homesickness in the hall. And this time Jiaxing came back and passed through Hangzhou for another day to see if there was still a little money in my bag. Of course, I didn’t go to the old shop of Meihua Monument. I actually bought a lot of money.
I had a very happy summer vacation in this pile. One part was Li Cheng’s Leshi Wu Poetry, and Mrs. Wu Meicun’s surname was Yu. Although I didn’t quite understand the quality of his poems at that time, I somehow felt a kind of intimacy when I thought that he was our Yu’s in-laws. One part was the story of the famous boxer Geng Quan bandits. From the coup of 1898, I talked about the murder of the six kings in Li Lianying, and the arson of the allied forces in Beijing Yuanyuan. I was full of indignation. The other part was signed by Qufu Luyang and Kong. After reading a lot of impassioned articles about poems and ode, I feel that there are still many talents in China who will die there, and the general feeling after reading these three books is that it is too late to hate the world. Before he went to be a friend, he never bowed to the two disasters of Jiawu Geng to taste the taste of war.
After the summer vacation this year, Jiaxing didn’t want to go to the autumn school again, so I still transferred to the first grade of Hangfu Middle School.
Yangzhou Jiumeng Message Hall
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Throwing gold at random to buy Gillian’s poverty, then blowing a flute in Wushi, crossing Jianghuai and blowing it to Yangzhou 24 Bridge.
This is what I remember in the autumn of 1992 when I wrote that sentimental trip. At that time, I planned to take a bus in Suzhou from Haifa, then go to Wuxi to visit Taihu Lake, cross Changzhou, Zhenjiang, cross Guabu and then go to Yangzhou. However, because Suzhou was under martial law and suffered a little false alarm at Taihu Lake, I changed my mind halfway when I left Wuxi that night. The trip to Yangzhou City was without rhyme. The rhyme of this doggerel was Jiang Baishi’s little red song. I played the flute and watched the old tune with the window.
When I went to Yangzhou, it was the first time that I dreamed that the word Yangzhou was in the historical significance, which was really gorgeous enough to make people lose their souls.
Zhuxi Song Blowing should be the last sound of yushu backyard flower’s firefly garden, and it is even more important to build the heavy sandalwood pavilion in the spring. In addition, the foot of the ten-mile temple of Jinfan is 3,000 Houtu Temple, Qionghua, Wanduo Jade Hook and Oblique Qing Tomb. Counting the two lines, it takes three years and six months to visit the scenic beauty places in Yangzhou’s historic sites and famous areas. It must be a special opinion that the literati of Tang and Song Dynasties dumped water in Yangzhou for ten years, and the dream of Yangzhou was just a slightly sentimental poem. The king forbeared to exchange Ping Chenye for a few acres of land life in Lei
In my dream, Yangzhou was too poetic and rich in the gold dust of the Six Dynasties. That time, I went to my favorite Beigushan after the tin car, and I didn’t mind staying for half an hour and then crossed the river in a hurry.
There is a bus road on the north bank of the Yangtze River. As soon as you get off the ferry, you can go straight north to the south gate of Yangzhou, and then you can enter Yangzhou City by crossing the city river. For 14,500 years, our poets and poets have praised Yangzhou City, that is, your Daiyu. His father left the orphan here to become a Buddha and went to Yangzhou City.
However, on my way to Yangzhou, I saw that the scenery was flat and cold, and there was nothing to miss, so I remembered the poem of Chao Blame going to Guangling Road.
Drunk and lying away from the Taishou Pavilion, don’t remember the string tube. It was once said that Huai Shan Yang Liu Chun is still affectionate, remembering a small victory and rushing to drum up in winter and winter, but looking at the golden pagoda in the middle of the sail, the boat turned to the spring mountain, and the willows and green trees wanted to feed Wu Yi, the spring breeze and the rain were dark, and the sui canal fell off the sail. I didn’t feel that Yangzhou had seen white fish in Huaiyin.
Only then did I know that he had gone to Suxian by waterway from Sizhou, northern Anhui Province, and saw many scenery. I could also see the fish floating in the Yangjiang River on both sides of the strait, but I saw some road trees all the way. The locust tree has passed Shatian in autumn, and it is so funny that I can hardly see even the green poplar castle is Yangzhou, and even the scenery that the Sui Dynasty came to dike willow.
When I arrived at the Fuyun Gate, I saw the newly-built tower and the scarlet letter of the three Fuyun Gates written on the lime wall. I felt even more interested. How can there be poetry in this kind of gate pavilion or Chu Pavilion in Qin Lou?
When I entered the city, I saw some narrow streets and low-rise cities. After I settled in a new green poplar hotel, my dream in Yangzhou was half awake. Before I went to sleep, I also went to a market, but the bright lights and the gentle and peaceful scenery didn’t benefit Yangzhou at all. Or visiting the Pingshan Hall of Slender West Lake on a scenic day will always be special. I will meet today and have a good sleep. Let’s raise my feet first. This is a spell that I have relieved myself of my boredom and sincerely want to expel the evil thoughts of lodging prostitutes.
It was nearly twenty years ago, and then he went to the United States, Britain and India. After he came back, he was at Yanda University, and I taught at Peking University occasionally, and I met several times at the meeting. But finally, because the two schools were far away from me, he couldn’t remember any special trips or talks.
