-Lu Xun-
Tokyo is just like that. When the cherry blossoms in Ueno are in full bloom, they do look like crimson clouds, but underneath the blossoms there are
groups of "Seigoku foreign students" in crash courses, with big braids on top of their heads, so that the tops of their hats rise high up to form Mount Fuji.
There are also some who have broken up their braids, so that the tops of their hats rise high up to form Mount Fuji. There is also a dissolution of the braid, coiled flat, in addition to the cap, the oil can be seen, just like a little girl's hair bun,
also will be twisted a few neck. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new pair of shoes or boots.
There are a few books to buy in the concierge of the Chinese Students' Association, and sometimes it is worthwhile to go around; if in the morning, there are a few rooms inside
where you can still sit. But in the evening, the floor of one of the rooms is always thumping loudly, and the room is full of smoke
dust; and if you ask someone who is well versed in current affairs, the answer is, "That's learning to dance."
How about looking elsewhere?
I then headed for the medical specialty school in Sendai. From Tokyo, I soon arrived at a post station and wrote: Higurashi.
I don't know why, but I still remember the name. The next thing I remember is Mito, the place where Mr. Ju Shunsui, a survivor of the Ming Dynasty, died.
Sendai is a small town, not very big; it is very cold in winter; there are no Chinese students yet.
It is probably because things are expensive. When cabbage from Beijing is shipped to Zhejiang, it is tied to its root with a red string and hung upside down at the head of a fruit store, where it is honored as "rubber cabbage"; and aloe vera, which grows wild in Fujian, is invited to a greenhouse in Beijing and called "tequila". I went to Sendai
also received such favorable treatment, not only the school does not charge tuition fees, a few staff members also for my food and lodging to worry about. I first lived in an inn next to the prison
side, early winter is already quite cold, but the mosquitoes are still many, and then with a quilt cover the whole body, with clothes wrapped in the head and face, only
two nostrils out of the air. In this breathless place, mosquitoes can not be inserted, actually sleep peacefully. The food is not bad. But a
master thought that this inn also takes care of the prisoner's meals, and that it was not appropriate for me to live there, and he said so several times, several times, several times. I
though I thought it was irrelevant to me that the inn was also responsible for the meals of the prisoners, I could not refuse his kindness, and had to look for another suitable place to stay.
I moved to another house, far away from the prison, but unfortunately, I had to drink the unpalatable taro soup every day.
Since then, I have seen many strange gentlemen and heard many new lectures. Anatomy was divided between two professors. At first it was
Osteology. At that time came in a dark, thin gentleman, with eight whiskers and glasses, holding a stack of books, large and small. As soon as he had placed the books
on the podium, he introduced himself to the students in a slow and very staccato voice, saying:--
"I am the one called Fujino Itsukuro ....... "
A few people in the back laughed. He then proceeded to tell the history of the development of anatomy in Japan, and the books, large and small,
were the writings on the subject from its beginnings to the present day. At first there were a few wire-bound; there were also engraved Chinese translations, and he
They translated and studied the new medicine no earlier than China.
The one who sat back and laughed was a repeat student who had flunked out of school last year, and had been in school for a year, and was quite familiar with the history.
They then gave the new students a lecture on the history of each professor. This Mr. Fujino, it is said that the clothes are too mold Hu, sometimes even forget to tie
knot; winter is an old coat, shivering, once on the train to go, causing the car suspected that he is a pickpocket, told the car
guests to be more careful.
Their words are probably true, and I personally saw him once in a lecture hall without a bow tie.
A week later, on a Saturday, he sent his assistant to call me. And when I came to the study, I saw him sitting in the midst of human bones and of many single
detached skulls, which he was studying at the time, and which he later published in a paper in the journal of the University.
"My lecture notes, can you copy them?" He asked.
"I can copy a little."
"Bring it to me!"
I handed over the handout I had copied, and he took it, and returned it to me on the second or third day, and said he would show it to him
every week thereafter. When I took it down and opened it, I was astonished, and at the same time felt a sense of uneasiness and gratitude. It turned out that my lecture notes had been corrected with a red pen from the
head to the end, not only adding many omissions, but also correcting grammatical errors.
This continued until he had finished teaching the subjects he had been assigned: osteology, vascular medicine, and neurology.
It was a pity that I did not work hard enough at that time, and sometimes I was very willful. I remember that once Mr. Fujino called me into his laboratory,
turned out one of the diagrams from my lecture notes, a blood vessel of the lower arm, pointed to it, and said to me kindly: --
"Look, you have shifted this blood vessel a little bit. --Naturally, it does look better, but
anatomical drawings are not art, and we can't change it because it's the way it is. Now I've changed it for you, and from now on you'll have to draw it all
as it is on the blackboard."
But I was not yet convinced, and promised verbally, but in my heart I thought:--
"The picture is still good as I drew it; and as for the real situation, I naturally remember it in my heart."
After the completion of the school year test, I went to Tokyo to play for a summer, and then returned to the school in the early fall, the results have long been published, classmates
more than a hundred people, I was in the middle, but it is not a failure. This time, Mr. Fujino's homework was anatomy practice and partial
anatomy.
After about a week of anatomy practice, he called me again and said to me, happily, and still in a very subdued tone of voice:
--
"I was worried because I heard that the Chinese people respect ghosts very much, so I was afraid that you wouldn't be willing to dissect a corpse. Now at last I am relieved that
there is no such thing."
But there were occasional moments when he made things difficult for me. He had heard that Chinese women had their feet wrapped, but didn't know the details, so he had to ask
me how they were wrapped, what kind of deformity the bones of the foot had become, and sighed, "You have to see it to know. What on earth is going on?"
One day, the officers of the student union of this grade came to my apartment and asked to borrow my lecture notes. I examined them and gave them to them, but only
looked through them and did not take them away. But as soon as they were gone, the letter carrier delivered a very thick letter, and when he opened it, the first sentence was:
--
"Repent thou!"
This is a sentence from the New Testament, but newly quoted by Tolstoy. At the time of the Russo-Japanese War, Mr. Tolstoy
wrote a letter to the emperors of Russia and Japan, beginning with this sentence. The Japanese newspapers denounced him for his impudence, and the patriotic
young people were indignant, but secretly they had been influenced by him. The next words are roughly about the subject of the anatomy test of the previous year,
which was marked in Mr. Fujino's lecture notes, and which I knew in advance, so that I could have such a result. The end is anonymous.
I then recalled an incident from the other day. Because there was a class meeting, the officer wrote an advertisement on the blackboard, and at the end of the advertisement was
"Please come to the meeting in full, and don't miss the meeting," with a circle next to the word "miss".
This time, I realized that the word was also a mockery of me, as if I had been given the title of the faculty member who had leaked it out.
I then informed Mr. Fujino of this; a few of the students who knew me well were also very upset, and together they went to accuse the officers of the rudeness of their excuse for the examination
and demanded that they publish the results of the examination. The rumors were finally dispelled, but the officers tried to campaign to get the anonymous letter back. I returned the Tolstoyan letter to them.
China is a weak country, so of course the Chinese are imbeciles, and a score of 60 or more is not their own ability: and
no wonder they were puzzled. But I then had the fate of visiting a shotgun Chinese. In the second year, Tim taught mycology, and the shape of bacteria was
shown on film, and when a paragraph was finished and it was not yet time to end the class, there were a few current affairs films, naturally, about Japan
Hong Kong's victory over Russia.
But there were Chinese in it: a detective for the Russians, captured by the Japanese army, to be shot,
Groups of Chinese also gathered around to watch; there was also a me in the lecture hall.
"Hurrah!" They all clapped and cheered.
This cheer was one that came with every piece of watching, but in my case it was particularly harsh to hear. When I came back to China after that, I
saw the people who idly watched the shooting of the prisoners, and how they, too, did not applaud as if they were drunk, - whoops, can't think of anything! But at that
time and place my opinion changed.
By the end of the second academic year, I went to Mr. Fujino and told him that I would not study medicine and would leave this Sendai. His
face seemed a little sad, and he seemed to want to speak, but actually did not.
"I want to study biology, and there is still a use for the studies that Mr. Tou has taught me." In fact, I was not determined to study biology,
Because I could see that he was a bit forlorn, I told a lie to comfort him.
"Anatomy and the like, taught for medicine, wouldn't be of much help in biology, I'm afraid." He said with a sigh.
A few days before he was due to leave, he called me to his house and handed me a photograph with two words written on the back, "Farewell," and
said he wished to send him mine as well. But I had no more photographs at this time; and he bade me send them to him in the future, and to write to him from time to time to inform him of the state of things thereafter.
It was a great pleasure to meet him, and I am glad to see him.
After I left Sendai, I had not taken a picture for many years, and because I was bored with my situation, I was afraid to write a letter because I would disappoint him. After more years, words are even more difficult to say, so although sometimes want to write a letter, but it is difficult to write, this
such has been to the present, actually did not send a letter and a photo. The first time I saw him was when he was a young man, and he was a young man who had been in the same house for a long time, and he was a young man who had been in the same house for a long time.
But somehow, I always remember him, and he is the one who made me the most grateful and gave me encouragement
among those whom I consider my teachers. Sometimes I often think: his ardent hope for me, his tireless teaching, in a small way, was for China, that is,
he hoped that there would be a new medicine in China; in a larger way, it was for the sake of academics, that is, he hoped that the new medicine would be spread to China. His character,
is great in my eyes and heart, though his name is not known to many.
His corrected lectures, which I once ordered into three thick books and collected, will serve as a permanent memorial. Unfortunately, when I moved seven years ago
, I destroyed a book case in the middle of the move and lost half of it, and it so happened that this handout was also lost. The Transportation Bureau was instructed to look for it, but
there was no reply.
Only his picture still hangs on the east wall of my Beijing apartment, opposite my desk. Whenever I am tired at night and want to
be lazy, I look up in the light and catch a glimpse of his thin, dark face, which seems to be about to speak out in a staccato manner, which suddenly makes my conscience
discovered and increases my courage, so I light up a stick of cigarettes and then continue to write some of the articles that are abhorrent for the "righteous"
words.
Words.
October 12th.
October 12th.