Fang Zhimin
This cell, all four walls are framed with white paper, although out of date for a long time, the framing paper has changed to a dull yellow color, there are a few leaks, and a large black spots; but there is daylight, or a strong light lamp is lit, the room still looks white and dazzling. There were two panes of glass open to the sky, and the light and air were not bad. Against the windows, in the middle of the room, against the stone wall, stood a black lacquer-colored rectangular desk, on which stood a few thick books and an inkwell tea-cup. A short bamboo chair with sawed-off legs was placed beside the desk; then behind the bamboo chair was an iron bed; the bed was covered with a gray military blanket, and a rough quilt, folded in three layers, was neatly placed on the inner edge of the bed.
In the inner corner of the room, there was an unpainted white wooden box with no lid, and there was another toilet hiding inside the box, with its mouth open day and night, to bear the filth excreted by the prisoners in the room every day. In front of the white wooden box against the wall, there was a blue magnetic spittoon, which, like a race with the toilet, also opened its mouth day and night to bear the sputum spat out by the inmates inside the room and the orange peels, bagasse, and scraps of paper that were thrown down. Suddenly ran into this room, if you do not see the piercing very ungainly white wooden box, as well as sitting at the table that nailed the iron shackles at a glance for the prisoner Xiangsong, or you will think that this is not a prison room, but a study room.
Really, the Xiangsong who is locked in this room also thinks that it is better than the room in the schoolhouse where he lived ten years ago when he was studying in the provincial capital.
This is one of the rooms in the guardhouse.
This is one of the rooms in the detention center, which is divided into two parts, one is the preferential number and the other is the ordinary number. The preferential number is for those who are politically powerful or have assets. They have committed various crimes for various reasons, and are subject to legal penalties; and their daily lives and their bodies are not able to withstand the same treatment as that of the ordinary number; and it would not do to put them in the ordinary number, not for a day or two, but they may all fall ill or die of illness, and that would be a matter of extreme urgency.
Therefore, the reason why they were given a special place to stay was that they were expected to repent before it was too late.
This is the first time that a person has been in a prison in the United States, and it is not a prison in the United States. Compared to the damp and filthy Ordinary Number, it was very different. In the ordinary number of prisoners suffering from illness, suddenly see the number of clean and spacious, the heart is always inevitably occurring one is heaven, one is the feeling of hell.
Because Xiangsong was an important political prisoner, the government office moved him from the Ordinary Number to the Privileged Number in order to quickly change his original beliefs.
Xiangsong's former residence in the General was a place where he had three companions with whom he lived, and where he talked and talked and talked and talked and talked and talked and talked and talked and talked and talked and talked and talked, and he found it quite easy to get by. He will not smoke, nor drink, want to borrow smoke to dissipate boredom, wine to relieve sadness, but also can not do. And can make him forget everything, just read. He borrowed a lot of books from the same number of friends, he was a book lover, once there are enough books for him to read to see, that is, his feet nailed to ten pounds of iron shackles do not feel how heavy it presses the feet. Especially now, the book seems to be the doctor's hand pain morphine needle, he looked up the book, to see the delicious place, his spiritual sorrow and physical pain, are paralyzed to forget.
In the end, his brain power is limited, after a few hours of reading, his head will be a burst of pain, he will be a pair of elbow joints on the table, with two palms to hold the head of the pain, or according to the original read on, one side of the clenched teeth and muttered to himself: "as much as you pain! Pain! Pain again! Brain hemorrhage, die of fainting!" Until the pain in his brain was so severe that he couldn't stand it any longer, he dropped the book and stood up on the edge of the table.
Or to fall down on the iron bed, his limbs spread out and straightened, and close his eyes to refresh himself; or to pace the room from inside to outside, and from outside to inside; or to stand at the window and look out at the small piece of dreary rainy sky outside the window; or to look smoothly out at the willow tree outside the fence that had half withered twigs and half green leaves. As soon as he saw the clusters of rich green leaves, he guessed that the trees all over the land were probably sprouting bright green leaves in the warm spring breezes-he seemed to get a little bit of spring from it.
He lived every day in the same way.
Today, when the guards of the shift change pushed open the door to look at him - the most important prisoner of the shift change - they saw Xiangsong did not read, nor did he pace, he was sitting at the table, propping up his head with his left hand, and holding a pen with his right hand, writing on a piece of paper and thinking. Xiangsong seemed to have some kind of feeling today and wanted to write it out. What was he writing? Ah! He was writing a letter to his friends.
Dear Friends:
I have finally been captured and imprisoned.
About the circumstances of my capture and imprisonment, you can read about it in the newspapers and know the general idea, so I don't need to say anything about it. After I was captured, I went through the process of being tied up with ropes, being nailed with heavy shackles, being photographed countless times, being escorted in armored vehicles, being shown alive at several mass meetings, and being put in a cage, all of these were like playing a movie, one scene after another! I don't want to recall those past events; recalling them will only increase my unbearable shame and anguish! I do not want to tell you about my life in prison.
Friends, whoever is in prison must feel sorrow and humiliation, and I am certainly more so, so I cannot tell you any good news. But what I want to tell you today is a different and more important question, that is, the question of the love of China, the question of the salvation of China, and you may be glad to hear me speak on this question.
Since my imprisonment, many people have come to see me: why do they come to see me, probably with the curiosity of seeing a new animal in a zoo? What they say about me behind my back I cannot know, and I don't have to know. As far as what they told me to my face is concerned, they all recognized that I am a revolutionary; however, they thought that I only cared about the interests of the workers and peasants and neglected the interests of the nation, as if I was not a passionate lover of China and the nation.
My friend, are these true words? Can the interests of the working and peasant classes be in conflict with those of the nation? No, by no means. Those who really work for the liberation of the workers and peasants are the very ones who work for the liberation of the nation. To say that I don't love China or the nation would be a great injustice to me.
When I was very young, I was studying in a private school in the countryside, ignorant and uneducated, I did not know what imperialism was, and I did not know how imperialism invaded China, naturally, I did not know what patriotism was. Later, when I entered a higher elementary school, my knowledge gradually opened up, and I gradually understood the truth of loving China. In 1918, when the patriotic movement spread to our high school, we students also held an assembly.
In the meeting, we hundreds of elementary school students, with a stomach of indignation, on the one hand, hated the Japanese imperialism insatiable aggression, on the other hand, more hate Cao, Zhang and other traitors of the dog lung wolf heart! Even the young teachers (the old teachers, for the patriotic movement, expressed little concern about the appearance), and students, very angry. After the announcement of the meeting, a young teacher ran up to the lecture hall, the Japanese imperialists put forward the destruction of China's twenty-one articles, one by one, while reading and speaking. His voice from low and high, gradually roared up, face red, gradually green, neck distended as if to explode like, head full of sweat beads, full of white foam on the lips, fists on the lectern table pounded banging.
Listening to the lecture, in the teacher so impassioned under the encouragement, that one is not bulging mouth, eyes wide open - each pair of bright little eyes, are red as if to burst into flames; there are a few students even tears and cried. Friends, indeed, at this time, if there really is a Japanese robbers or Cao, Zhang and other traitors that one standing in front of us, it is afraid that we will not be beaten into a meat pie! In the meeting, through the boycott of Japanese goods, the first to destroy the Japanese goods around each person to go, and then carry out the inspection of Japanese goods in the store, and set out to speak to the people to arouse them to patriotism. After the meeting dispersed, the sound of pulling drawers in each dormitory, the sound of opening boxes and cages, ringing very lively, everyone is in a hurry to check the Japanese goods it.
"This is Japanese goods, beat it!" A glass bottle of Japanese tooth powder thrown out, thrown on the stepping stones, immediately broke, light red tooth powder, flying and spilling all over the ground.
"This is also Japanese goods, step on it!" A Japanese foreign magnetic basin, was a student inverted servant on the ground, violently a few feet on the concave down, the magnetic sheet piece by piece peeled off, a foot kicked out, the magnetic basin is like an injustice without complaint rolled into the corner.
"Look at this, all of you, this mat probably isn't Japanese, is it?" A student held a bed of Oriental mats in both hands and acted like he couldn't part with it.
Everyone went up to take a look and saw the words "Made in Japan" printed on the head of the mat, and immediately shouted in unison:
"Are your eyes blind and don't recognize the words? You can't let go of this mat and want to be a slave to your country! Without saying a word, everyone reached out their hands to tear, the bed of Oriental mat, was torn into pieces.
I was a bitter student, from the countryside to the city to study, brought the bedding supplies are dirt, it is difficult to get a few money to buy a Japanese toothbrush, diamond tooth powder, Oriental basin, and also have a bed of Oriental mat. I knew that destroying these things would make it difficult for me to get money to buy them again in the future, but I was so excited by my patriotism that I destroyed them without a care in the world. I also declared to my classmates that I would never buy Japanese Rendan and Qingkai Pills even if I was sick, even if I would die of illness.
Since then, in my childish mind, I have made a lot of ridiculous fantasies: I want to graduate from high school, that is, to go to the army school, and then one by one up, with a few thousand or tens of thousands of soldiers, to fight in Japan, the leveling of the three islands! I also thought that after graduating from high school, I would engage in industry and work hard, even if I would not accumulate millions or tens of millions of dollars of wealth, and then I would take it out and train the navy and army to fight in the East. When I read Western history, I wanted to be Napoleon; when I read Chinese history, I wanted to be Yue Wu Mu. These mixed and unclear thoughts, when told now, will make people laugh and hurt their stomachs! But at that time I thought these ideas were remarkable truth, the more I thought about it, the more I felt delicious, sometimes even thought of a few sleepless nights.
A young student's patriotism is as pure as a young girl's first love.
Friends, do you know?
After I graduated from high school, I did not go to the army school, nor did I engage in any industry, but I came to study in N city, which is a provincial city, very different from the county.
In N city, I saw a lot of foreigners, encountered a lot of embarrassing things, I will tell you one or two to listen to, can you?
Just take a walk down the street and you can bump into a few foreigners. Of course, we are not xenophobes. Among the foreigners, there are many learned and moral people who sympathize with the liberation movement of the Chinese nation and oppose the oppression and aggression of imperialism against China. It is only those foreigners who come to China to make money, to enjoy happiness, and to spread the opium of spirituality - the missionary foreigners - but there are very hateful ones.
They think of themselves as civilized people, recognizing us as barbarians, they are the superior species, we are the inferior species; they stride with their heads held high, with a kind of contempt for the Chinese people, disdain for the Chinese people for the sake of God, always cause me to be indignant in my heart. I often wondered: "Are the Chinese really an inferior race? Should we really be treated with contempt by them? I am not convinced, I will never be convinced."
One day, I was walking down the street with my head down when I heard "Stand aside! Stand aside!"
One day I was walking down the street with my head down, when I heard "Stand aside! I looked up, I saw four green-clothed letter carriers, carrying four rectangular flat lanterns, written on the lanterns: "Postmaster General" a few red flat characters, four people walking in pairs, forward to the road; followed by four unarmed green-clothed letter carriers; followed by a green-clothed sedan chair, four green-clothed sedan chairmen carrying; sedan chair on both sides, there are two green-clothed letter carriers holding the sedan chair bar to protect the walk; sedan chair after the sedan chair bar to protect the walk; the sedan chair is followed by another four green-clothed letter carriers.
I then looked down to the sedan chair and saw that there was a blue-eyed, yellow-haired, high-nosed foreigner sitting in the sedan chair with a large cigar in his mouth and a look of total arrogance on his face. "Ah! How imposing!" I couldn't help saying this offhandedly. The postal service is not a profound and ingenious thing, does it have to be a foreigner to do it well? Why should China's postal service be managed by outsiders?
Subsequently, I went to K-Port to study, the situation is even more different. In K-Pu, there is a so-called tenancy, we simply can not move a bit, otherwise we will be beaten or arrested. I think it's a little bit difficult for me to be in a Chinese place and have a foreigner's concession and be under foreigner's rule, isn't it?
Sometimes, when I stand at the riverside and look around, I see a lot of foreign warships and ships traveling and mooring in the Yangtze River, China's inland rivers, also allow foreign warships and ships to travel freely? Does China allow foreign warships and ships to travel freely in its inland rivers? If not, are foreigners not clearly bullying China? Can the Chinese bow their heads and live with their bullying?
In the church school where I studied, they preached the Christianity of "equality and fraternity"; the same teachers, and the same believers in Christ, should have been treated equally; but the Western teachers were paid two to three hundred dollars a month, and the Chinese teachers were paid only a few tens of dollars a month; the ones who taught Chinese were even more pathetic, and were worse off than those who went to beg for food. Those who teach Chinese language are even poorer than those who go to beg for food, for they are paid only about twenty dollars a month. My friend, is this the law of equality in the kingdom of Christ? Is the Westerner really the proud son of God's favor, and the Chinese really the lowly yakuza whom God has abandoned?
Friends, think about it, as long as you are not a dead man or a coward who is willing to die for his country, and you encounter these annoying problems every day, who can press you not to rise up and fight for the weak China? I'm just a bloodthirsty and conceited young man," he said!
Friends, I drifted to Shanghai, the pump that sucked all the blood out of China, because I had no money to study. What embarrassed me the most was the time I traveled to Shanghai to visit the French Park. I went to Shanghai originally dreamed of finding a half-work, half-study thing to do, that Shanghai is people floating in the matter, looking for things difficult to heaven, ran a few places, are clueless, are wondering, there are a few poor friends, invited me to go to tour the French Park to dissipate boredom. A walk to the park entrance to see a blinding sign, written on the sign, "Chinese and dogs are not allowed to enter the park" a few words. When these words came into my eyes, my whole body suddenly burned, and my face burned red.
It was a shame I had never felt before! Instead of letting them build a park in China's Shanghai place, they banned Chinese people from entering the park, and instead juxtaposed Chinese people with dogs. This kind of unreasonable insult to the Chinese is not something that people in the so-called "civilized countries" should do. Is there any room for the Chinese in this world? Can they still survive? I don't want to visit the garden anymore, I just pull up my feet and go back to my own apartment.
My friend, I heard later that the sign insulting the Chinese had been removed because of the attacks by many patriotic writers. Has it really been removed? Has it been taken down? My friend, we have to know that no matter whether the sign is removed or not, the concept of those foreigners who are assholes who call themselves masters and who look at the Chinese as animals remains unchanged to this day.
Friends, in Shanghai it is better to bury your head in a pigeonhole and not go out, but you can still have a quiet mind! If you like to run out, like in the "country in the country" of the Concession to go around, then you can not only meet the "Chinese and dogs" kind of embarrassing things, you can see everywhere in the proud foreign adults cane, in the yellow bus driver and the body of the laborers flying; everywhere in the drunken water You can see drunken sailors, looking for people to beat along the street; everywhere you can see the wailing rod in the hands of the inspector, from time to time in those unfortunate people beaten; if you go to the so-called "West Prison" next to listen, you will be able to hear from the inside out of the pack detective constable punching, kicking and poisoned torture under the compatriots of the wail of pain, this is their use of extraterritoriality, and the use of the law. This is their use of extraterritoriality to punish those who resist them! The tragic fate of the semi-colonial people! The tragic fate of the Chinese nation!
Friends, I couldn't make a name for myself in Shanghai, so I moved back to K province.
I got on board a J ship. Before embarking on the ship, the friends who saw me off told me to be careful on the J ship, or else the people on board will not be reasonable. I took their advice to heart. I bought a berth in the small, crowded, sweaty, fart-smelly, steamy, hot and stuffy cabin. Friends, you know, at that time, I was already suffering from a very serious lung disease, the air in the cabin was extremely unsuitable for me; however, a poor student, to be able to buy a ticket for the cabin, to be able to occupy a berth in the cabin, is already a very fortunate thing. I was lying on the berth, my head was fainting! I was about to go to sleep when the ticket checker passed by and I suddenly heard the terrible sound of beating and shouting for help from the cargo hold.
I got up and asked the teahouse what was going on, and the teahouse said, "Don't pay any attention to it, it's just a beating of those poor bastards who don't buy tickets. I didn't listen to the teahouse and dragged my shoes towards that cargo hold to see what was going on. When I got to the door of the cargo hold, I saw three men in ragged clothes crouching over the stacked white grain packages. One was a soldier, in his twenties, robust, wearing an old uniform. One looked like a laborer, in his forties, very thin, and seemed to have a dark disease. Another is a woman in her twenties, coarse black face, head tied a piece of green cloth wrapped head, seems to be fleeing from the countryside out of the appearance. Three people are holding their heads with their hands, for fear of head to the whip, as if the hands of a few times and does not matter. The body of the three people, are trembling. They are all trying their best to tighten their bodies, as if they want to shrink into a small group or a small spot, so that the whip will not be able to hit that spot.
Three people huddled in a cabin corner, look at their eyes, secretly looking around the look, as if they were hoping in the bottom of the ass can find a hole to hide in order to hide in order to avoid the relentless whipping, if there is a hole, that is, the hole is full of urine and feces, I think they will be drilled into it. Opposite them, stood seven people, leaning back a little, stood a shorter wear a suit of people, the body of this fat very, belly puffy, full of grease, nostrils under a small lock of short beard. Two hands forked in the pants pockets, face reveals a venomous smile, a look know that he is the conductor of this flogging. The remaining six men, all in the shape of sailors' teahouses, were holding canes or pieces of bamboo in their hands, and, heeding the words of the conductor, were whipping the three people who had stolen the boat without buying tickets.
"More beatings! Who told you not to buy tickets!" The fat man said.
Before he could finish his sentence, the rattan and bamboo strips in the hands of the six men struck down in unison. "More strikes!" The fat man said again. The rattan and bamboo pieces hit again in unison. Each time they struck, the sound of the rattan and bamboo pieces hitting the flesh was followed by a "pain!" The sound of the cane and bamboo striking the flesh was followed by a "Ouch!" wail that made one's nose sore! This kind of wail, can't move that fat man and a few beaters of mercy, they instead haha laugh up.
"That's a good cry, funny, hit it a few more times!" the fat man commanded after laughing. The fat man said commandingly after laughing.
The rattan and bamboo strips, then struck down regardless of the number of strokes, "Ouch! Ouch! Mercy!" The cries of "Pain!" became even more shrill and piercing!
"Stop! Get the rope!" The fat man said.
The thugs, like monkeys playing a familiar trick, knew what they had to do just by hearing the words. Immediately one of them ran to get a bundle of medium-thick rope.
"Tie him up and throw him into the river to feed the fish!" The fat man said, pointing at the soldier.
The fighters all came forward and dragged the soldier down from the sugar packet and pressed him down on the surface of the cabin, tying his hands and feet, and in a moment they had the soldier tied up. The rope is very long, in addition to the knot, there is also a long section of each drag.
The soldier seemed to be in a coma.
The worker and the woman were still holding their heads in their hands, crouching on the sugar packets and shivering, and the woman's lips were turning purple-black with fear.
The passengers on the ship, who came to see what was happening, gradually came more and more, and the doorway of the cargo hold was full, and there seemed to be a slight expression of disbelief on everyone's face.
The soldier gradually came to his senses, and said in a small voice in protest:
"I just don't have the money to buy a ticket, I'm not guilty of a capital offense!"
With a slap, the soldier received a huge slap on his face! It was from a very tall man in the fighter's hand. He roared, "What else are you talking about? For a dog like you, what's ten or a hundred dead, not to mention one dead!"
So they carried him to the edge of the cabin, and first tied the two ropes dragging on his hands and feet to the iron railings along the ship, and then lifted him over the railings to hang down into the river. The man was not immersed in the water, and was still more than a foot above the surface of the water, just hanging there on his back. The river water stirred up by the ship splashed and frothed, raining down on his face.
The soldier's arms and legs were hanging from his heart and bones, and he wailed loudly.
The devilish people, hearing the screams, just "fun! Fun" screaming and jumping for fun.
About five or six minutes of hanging, only to pull him onto the boat, to the bulkhead of a fall, untie the rope, at the same time you a sentence I said, "taste enough?" "There's no such thing as a cheap ride in a white boat!" "Will you buy a ticket next time?" "Will you come back next time to taste this spicy flavor?" "You're thinking wrong, not buying a ticket to steal a ride on a foreign ship!" The soldier lay there straight and hard, closing his eyes and not answering a word, only exchanging his right and left hands to caress the wound that was embedded in a deep groove by the rope, and his two feet wiping interactively at the hanging wound.
"Tie him up and hang him too!" The fat man said again, pointing at the worker.
The laborer hurriedly climbed down from the sugar packet, knelt on the bulkhead, and said pleadingly, "Please don't tie me up, don't hang me, I'll crawl into the river and throw myself into the water. A miserable man like me who cannot even afford a boat ticket, what else do I need it for!" He finished speaking and crawled towards the edge of the boat.
"No, no, no, hang as usual!" The fat man said.
The fighters, immediately dragged the worker, tied him up as usual, tied the rope to the iron railing as usual, lifted him over the iron railing as usual and hanged him down, as usual, he was hanged there by the splash of the river water, as usual, he wailed under the unbearable pain, also hanged for five or six minutes, and then as usual, he was hanged up, fell on the hatchboard and untied for him. But the worker did not touch the wounds on his hands and feet, but only tears flowed out of his eyes like a spring, as much as in the sobbing, the half-older man seems to be very sad!
"How did the woman play her a little?" A short, thin, roguish-looking man among the fighters asked the fat man.
"......" The fat man smiled and kept quiet.
"It would be fun to touch her without hanging her!"
The fat man nodded once.
The man then went forward and tugged at the woman's pants. The woman's feet twisted up in a literal manner, her hands covering the area under her belly, her face turning blue, and she cried out in a shrill voice, "You're mad at me! I'm not mad at you!"
The man put his hand into her leg and crotch with deadly force, touched it a few times, then took his hand out and said with a smile, "Hairless, bare! Bare boards!"
"Ha, ha, ha, ha ......" the beatniks laughed uproariously.
"Hit!" I shouted in exasperation.
"Who shouted fight?" The fat man looked at us with those fierce eyes round and drank menacingly.
"Fight!" Dozens of voices roared out from the passengers who stood and watched.
The fat man, a little alarmed, quickly moved his feet and walked away with a big belly, saying hastily on one side:
"Spare the three of them the money for the boat, and drive them off the boat at the pier in front!"
These several fighters agreed "yes" in unison, and followed the fat man to go.
"What a man of conscience, abusing the poor like that!" "The dog breed is so vicious!" "That fat head can be killed!" "Those dog fighters are even worse!" "Ahem, there's no whacking those dogs!" After a cacophony of indignant murmuring among the watching passengers, they all gradually dispersed, each to his own cabin.
I, too, walked back into the cabin and collapsed into my berth, my head aching like a fever, and I almost cried out in pain.
Friends, this is a tragedy I shall never forget! The whipping commanded by the fat man was not only on those three compatriots, but on the Chinese nation, and the pain was on them, and the shame was on our faces! Ah! Ah! My friends, is the Chinese man really worse than an animal? Are you not saddened to hear this story?
Friends, in the future, I have encountered a lot of things like this or more embarrassing things, to say, a few days can not be said, I do not bear to say more. In short, semi-colonial China, everywhere is to suffer, there is no place to complain. However, my friend, every time I was stimulated, I became more determined to fight for China's national liberation. I have often thought that if I could liberate the Chinese nation, what would I give up my life for?
Friends! China is the mother who gave birth to us. Do you think this mother is lovely? I think you have the same opinion as I do, and you all think that this mother is quite cute and lovely. In terms of climate, China is in the temperate zone, not very hot, not very cold, like our mother's body temperature, not too high, not too low, the most suitable for children to snuggle. In order to say the country, China's land is vast, thousands of miles across, as if our mother is a big body, broad chest and broad back of the woman, not like the Japanese girl as slim and thin.
China's many famous mountains, the Yangtze River, and lakes of all sizes, do not symbolize our mother's full and solid fat skin on the beautiful flesh lines and flesh nests? The productivity of China's land is infinite; the unexplored treasures hidden under the earth are also infinite; the natural power that has been wasted and not utilized is even more infinite, and does this not symbolize our mother, who retains infinite milk and infinite power to nourish her 40,000,000 children? I think there is no mother in the world who has raised more children than she has.
As for the beauty of China's natural scenery, I can say that not only the majestic Emei, charming West Lake, elegant Yandang, and the "beautiful" Guilin landscape can be proud of the world, enviable; in fact, China is no place is not beautiful, and the scenery everywhere, from the city to the countryside, a mountain, a water, a hill, a ravine, as long as the slightest modification and cultivation. From the city to the countryside, from the mountains to the waters, from the hills to the gullies, with a little bit of modification and cultivation, they can all become the scenery that is hard to leave; this is like our mother, who is a heavenly beauty, and every part of her body has the beauty that is adorable. China's coastline is long and curvy, which, according to modern artists, symbolizes our mother's curvaceous beauty.
Ahem! Mother! Beautiful mother, lovely mother, just because you are subjected to people's oppression and exploitation, made poor; not only can not buy a new good-looking clothes, to decorate yourself; even can not buy a bar of soap will be your whole body scrubbing scrub, so that a strange ugly kind of emaciated ragged and dirty unclean description to! Ah! What a pity that our mother, who was born a beautiful woman, should now become a maiden! Standing in front of all the gorgeous wives in Europe and America, she was certainly ashamed of herself, and even in front of that little Japanese girl, she was ashamed of herself!
Listen! Friend! The mother went away to cry, and cried very sadly! She seemed to be cursing, "Have I given birth to 40,000,000,000,000,000 children for nothing? Are they really like enchanted lions, sleeping all day and night without waking up? Don't they know their great power of unity to fight against the enemy who brutalizes and exploits their mothers? Don't they want to save their mothers from the hands of their enemies and adorn their mothers also as one of the most brilliant, beautiful and honorable mothers in the world?"
Friends, do you hear no mother crying in sorrow? Yes, yes, mothers curse rightly, very rightly! We can't blame the mother for crying, we can only blame it on the scum among us, suppressing ourselves, and looking at our mother, who is quite kind and beautiful, suffering a lot of unnecessary humiliation, and atrocious ravages! This is really we do children are not, simply even a mother can not love and protect!
Friends, look! Look! How ugly is the face of the devil called "imperialism"! In many Chinese novels about gods and monsters, there is not a single goblin or ghost that looks as hideous as these demons! Their faces are covered with hair, as if they were not human beings, but human apes that eat human beings! Their bloody mouths, opened up, seemed like bottomless deep holes, thousands and tens of thousands and tens of millions of human beings would be swallowed by it! Their teeth, especially the fangs that stuck out of their mouths, were very sharp and emitted a terrifying white light! Their hands, no, not hands ah, but stiff, hard iron claws! So unsightly demons, so hideous and frightening!
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Extended information: Lovely China is a book about a man's life. p>Lovely China is a famous essay by Fang Zhimin, who was arrested and imprisoned by the National Army in 1934 after leading his troops northward to fight against the Japanese. In prison, he was tortured and wrote Lovely China, Poverty and other essays. Lovely China was kept by Mr. Lu Xun, and was published after the liberation. The author summarized the tragic history of China from the May Fourth Movement to the Second Domestic Revolutionary War, and angrily complained about the crimes of the imperialists who wantonly bullied the Chinese people. Filled with patriotic passion, he symbolically compared the motherland to "the mother who gave birth to us" and sucked her blood, and the traitors and warlords helped the devil to kill his own mother. The author cries out, "Mother is dying," and "Save Mother!" He points out that the "only way out" to save the motherland is to engage in armed struggle, argues that "China has the power to save itself", and firmly believes that the Chinese nation will be saved from the battle. And at the end of the article shows the bright prospects of the Chinese revolution, depicting the future of the motherland after the revolution of the beautiful and happy scene, showing a strong national self-confidence, we need to learn from his spirit of patriotism. Baidu Encyclopedia: Lovely China