The beautiful prose of Bing Xin

On the morning of the 21st, I went to the trial hall to listen to the trial of the case of the students of the University of Northern China in the name of the representative. There were eleven of us, representatives of four women's schools. At that time, it was already more than nine o'clock, there were already many male students at the entrance of the trial hall. Later on, many more came one after another. When we asked the door police for a visitor's pass, they said that they were afraid that the women's gallery would be too cramped, but that there was a bench and asked us to raise four representatives to go in. None of us wanted to be among the rejected, so we earnestly said to them, "If the place is too cramped, we are willing to stand." Unable to do so, they went in for half a day, and then came out and said to us, "There are only eleven of you. There is really no room for any more delegates." So we went in happily. The poor delegates who came after us had the misfortune of not being able to enter. The situation after the trial, although I also have notes, but the newspapers are very detailed, so there is no need for me to repeat.

① May 4, 1919, Beijing broke out in the patriotic movement, the Peking Union Women's University of Science and Chemistry, a first-year student Xie Wanying took part in the patriotic movement of the students, she was elected to the student union of the clerical work of the Women's Academic Federation of the Propaganda Unit, the text of the propaganda work. "As the May Fourth Movement intensified, the warlord government was forced to accept the patriotic demands of the students, but it did not give up its attempt to suppress the students, arresting them in July, and arresting innocent students in August, demanding their immediate release. She was a member of the Propaganda Unit of the Federation of Women's Studies and attended the hearing. After the hearing, she wrote this article according to the requirements of the propaganda.

On the back of the pass was a list of prohibitions, one of which was "no smoking or spitting", but the police standing on all sides of the hall could not stop spitting on the ground. I just remembered that this ban is limited to the spectators.

Liu lawyer defense, to that painful and wonderful place, there is a defendant, cried out in pain, the whole hall fell in tears, I am also very moved. At the same time and noted that the four plaintiffs, a "disturbed" look, as well as when the court, they forced to make a smile. I couldn't help but think of the old saying, "There is no greater sorrow than the death of the heart." Alas! Poor youth! Conscience is dominated by selfishness of the youth!

In the middle of the trial, the presiding judge reported a fifteen-minute break. At this time, a number of spectators, are surrounded by the defendant's side of the wave of sympathy, the plaintiff's side of the quiet no one. I think the defendant's own honor, do not need other people's pity, we should pity the few "heart dead youth". Since the opening of the court to retreat a **** eight o'clock, ear center in the eyes of a piece of all the excitement of the tragic scene. At six o'clock when the court retired, I walked out the door, contact with the fresh and crisp air, feel very cheerful. At the same time also feel tired and thirsty, the heart is also still full of feelings of depression.

After dinner, I sat on the porch of my house. The sound of autumn insects in the shade of the wall, the fragrance of jasmine evening tuberose, I have no intention to appreciate, only the impression of eight o'clock, rotating in the brain.

Suddenly sitting on that side of the porch, Zhang Ma asked me, "Where did the girl go today to go all day?" It was only these words that roused me from that impression, so I answered her, "Today I was in the judgment hall listening to the trial." Then I told her a little about the day's events. When she had finished listening, she said, "Both sides are students, so why do you have to be like this." And said, "It is not uncommon for students to fight and quarrel, so why not leave it to the judgment of the gentleman, but go and alarm the court!"

I was wondering why this ordinary country woman could have such an understanding. Suddenly, I came to my senses again and said, it is not that her understanding is high, it is that justice lies in the hearts of the people, so Zhang Ma's words are just like the words of the lawyer Liu.

I look forward to the judgment of another day, according to what they said. Because this is "justice" and this is "public opinion".

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Cherry Blossom Praise

The cherry blossom is the pride of Japan. People who go to Japan, before they arrive, first think of cherry blossoms; after they arrive, first talk about cherry blossoms. If you arrive between summer and fall, Japanese friends will be very sorry to say, "You missed the cherry blossom season!"

If you arrive in the winter, they will keep you and say, "Stay a few more days, wait to see the cherry blossoms before you go!" In short, cherry blossoms have become a symbol of Japan, along with Mount Fuji, the "peak of snow".

I saw the cherry blossoms, to say the least, there are dozens of times. Aoyama Cemetery in Tokyo to see, Ueno Park to see, Chidorigafuchi to see ......; in Kyoto to see, Nara to see ......; rain to see, fog to see, see under the moon to see ...... Japan everywhere there are cherry blossoms, some are hundreds of flowering trees embracing the cherry blossoms, and some are hundreds of flowering trees embracing the cherry blossoms. Some are hundreds of flowering trees embraced together, some are one or two flowering trees in the roadside waterfront quietly independent.

Spring in Japan is immersed in the pervasive smell of cherry blossoms!

My Japanese friend told me that there are more than 300 different kinds of cherry blossoms in one ****, the most abundant being the Yamazakura, Yoshino cherry blossoms and Yaezakura. Yamazakura and Yoshino cherry blossoms are not as white and red as peach blossoms, or as white and green as pear blossoms, they are lotus gray. Yaezakura is fuller and more reddish, almost like begonias in Beijing in spring. In addition, there are light yellow tulip cherry, low hanging branches of the branch hanging cherry, " spring equinox " the earliest blooming of the shore cherry, petals more than three hundred pieces of chrysanthemum cherry ...... cover overlapping, competing for beauty. Qing Dynasty poet Huang Zunxian's cherry blossom song has:

.................. ink river splash green water microwave ten thousand flowers cover the river Tuo pouring city to see the flower Naihua He people sing the cherry blossom song together .................. flower light shining sea shadow like a tide of ranger gathered as the abundance of ...... ............ Ten-day tour of the country is wildly popular year after year ............ ......

This song describes how the Japanese people enjoy the cherry blossoms in the spring. The "ten-day tour" is short, after a cloudy day, the spring sun warms up, the cherry blossoms bloom all over the mountain, a storm, and then quickly withered, the mountain is a piece of fallen English again! Japanese literati wrote many poems about the sadness of "life is short", and it is said that cherry blossoms are also characterized by "early blooming and early fading". Perhaps because I am a Chinese, my association with cherry blossoms is not so gloomy. Although I first saw cherry blossoms at Aoyama Cemetery in Tokyo in the spring of 1947, the cemetery was full of somber grave sweepers with their heads bowed down, and some drunks who sang sad songs after drinking too much wine, and when I walked through the dome-like canal covered with lotus-gray blossoms, it also made me feel a sense of depression.

I was in Japan this spring, when the cherry blossoms were in full bloom, and I saw them everywhere, in Tokyo, Osaka, Kyoto, Hakone, and Kamakura ...... But the cherry blossoms I saw on April 13th, on Mt. Roxanne in Kanazawa, were the most radiant, solemn, gorgeous cherry blossoms I have ever seen!

On April 12, it was raining heavily, and we went to visit the fishing village of Uchitan, not far from Kanazawa City. On the way, we happened to hear that tomorrow is the day of a strike by the workers of the Kanazawa City Taxi Company. There are twelve taxi companies in Kanazawa City with two hundred and fifty cars, employing several hundred drivers and workers. They are demanding a wage increase for the oppression of life, and they have already had five strikes which have not yet reached their goal, and tomorrow's strike will be the sixth.

That afternoon, on the rainy beaches and in the homes of peasants on the inner beaches, we heard many stories of the workers and peasants who fought and won against the U.S. invasion of farmland as a target range. In the evening, we attended a lively event. In the evening, I attended a warm welcome meeting with the masses, and we were so excited that we could not sleep well, and got up early the next morning and hurriedly packed up and left, and I simply forgot about the automobile drivers' strike today.

At eight forty in the morning, we came out of the hotel, eleven cars neatly placed in front of the door. We got into our cars separately and slowly zigzagged down the mountain road. The weather was clear, a warm east wind blew, and the brilliant sunshine shook our eyes ......

It was then that I suddenly remembered, wasn't this the day the automobile drivers went on strike?

Didn't they start their strike at eight in the morning? I was trying to get us on the bus, so I was delaying their strike. I asked my Japanese friend, who was sitting with the driver in front of me, what was going on. My Japanese friend smiled back and said, "In order to send the Chinese writers' delegation to the station, they held an emergency meeting last night and decided to change the strike time to start at nine in the morning!" As I was excited to say a word or two of thanks, the driver, who was serene and steady, with his eyes fixed on the front, turned his head slightly sideways and said modestly, "Promoting the friendship of the Japanese and Chinese people is also part of the struggle!"

My heart jumped violently, like a lighted firework, from the depths of my heart spewed out a diffuse and brilliant spark of gratitude ......

Early in the morning on the mountain road, there were no other vehicles, only our eleven cars, rustling and speeding. At this time I suddenly saw, on both sides of the mountain road, clustered after the rain bloomed hundreds of trees thousands of trees of cherry blossoms! This cherry blossom, a pile of piles, layer by layer, as if the sea of clouds, in the sunrise of scarlet hectares, overflowing with color and light. When the zigzagging mountain road is covered by this boundless flower cloud, we are like sitting in eleven head and tail of the light boat, driving the myrmidon east wind, the two sides of the splash waves of flowers, swiftly toward the rising sun!

Down the hill, to the city center, the street still did not see other vehicles, only to see the street side of the many car line, the door is open, the door is arranged in the size of the car, the door is inserted with a large red flag, automobile workers stand neatly in the door, smiling to see our line of vehicles.

Arriving at the station, we got out of the car and with boiling enthusiasm clasped the hands of the drivers, thanked them for their help and wished them victory in the struggle.

The passionate scene of farewell passed, and the train drove on for a long time, with rolling snowy mountains and rushing spring water whisking past the windows, but still before my eyes glowed this strange patch of cherry blossoms which I had never seen before!

I looked back and asked my Japanese friend, who was traveling with me, "Cherry blossoms are beautiful, needless to say, but from the Japanese point of view, what is so beautiful about cherry blossoms?" He scratched his head and said with a smile, "There is no flower in the world that is not beautiful ...... As for the love of a certain kind of flower, it is due to the feelings of each person's heart. Japanese literati from the beauty of the cherry blossom, feel the shortness of life, the samurai will be associated with the martyrdom of the heroic. As for the general people, they like the cherry blossoms, because it is the first in the bleak winter after the people to bring the news of the spring of excitement and joy. In Japan, cherry blossoms are abundant! On the mountains, by the water, in the streets and in the yards, they are everywhere. The snow has not yet melted, the winter clothes have not yet gone to the body, the dark room is still spring cold, as long as far as a hint of the east wind blowing, the sky reveals the sunshine, the cherry blossoms will be all over the mountain bloom up!

Whether it is Yamazakura or Yoshino cherry blossoms, Yaezakura or ...... to the people of the three islands of Japan next to it, reported the uplifting and vigorous news of spring."

These words, to me to illustrate two truths. One is: the cherry blossom blooms all over the three islands of Hourai, it is the Japanese people's own flower, and it will always give the Japanese people the excitement and encouragement of spring; and the other is: the psychological activities of the flower watchers form a special favorite for certain flowers. The cherry blossoms of Kanazawa are no more beautiful than those elsewhere. The driver of the car a y moving, expressing the Japanese working people for the Chinese people's deep friendship words, so that my eyes Kanazawa's mountains of cherry blossoms, into a sea of flowers of friendship between the Chinese and Japanese people, so that the friendship of the light boat, like a sharp arrow, toward the brilliant sunrise!

Late-night memories, warmth in the bosom, gladly put pen to paper for cherry blossom praise.

On the night of May 18th, 1961, the Cherry Blossoms were the first to be used.

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Xia

Ice Xin (1900-1999) formerly known as Xie Wanying. Fujian Minhou County people . Chinese poet, modern writer, translator, children's literature writer, social activist, essayist. The pen name Bingxin is taken from "a piece of ice in the jade pot". 1921 to participate in the Literary Research Society; her works include novels, poems, essays, children's literature and translations of dozens of kinds, most of which are compiled into the "Ice Heart Anthology", "Ice Heart Writings and Translations Selected Works".

In the early 1940s, when I was living in Geleshan, outside Chongqing, I saw a sentence in the English Reader's Digest that alarmed me. It was:

May there be enough clouds in your Iire to make a beau tlful sunset.

I had translated it in a short article as, "May there be enough clouds in your Iire to make a beau tlful twilight. "

In fact, this sunset should be translated as "sunset" or "sunset".

Xia, is my old friend! My childhood in the sea, in the mountains, she is my most familiar and most beautiful little friend. She said "good morning" or "see you tomorrow" to me every morning and every night in the light. But it wasn't until decades later that I realized that the more clouds there are, the more beautiful the light is. It is the light that emerges from the clouds that is bright and colorful.

Life is not all about pleasure, nor is it all about pain. Pleasure and pain are symbiotic and mutually reinforcing.

Happiness is a touch of cloud, pain is the pressure of the dark clouds, the different clouds, overlapping in the sky of your life, in the "sunset" time, you cause a beautiful dusk.

A life to the "just near dusk" of the season, the sunset may make people pay attention, melancholy. But human life is never-ending. The earth is constantly revolving around the sun.

The east is not bright, and the evening sun in front of my window is heading toward the east coast of the United States on the comfort of the frozen lake ......

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The lake as plain as truth

Because I am not a man of the world, but I am a man of the world.

Because I love water, I love to see all the rivers, lakes and seas. In my life, at home and abroad, I have seen many beautiful, memorable lake: there is the mountains cover the moon, plus the lights of the lakeside building, bright like a fairyland; there is the far island green, waves beat the shore, magnificent like the sea; there is the snowy mountains back to embrace, the lake in the condensation of cold under the clouds, deep like a piece of amethyst; there are jungles, flowers, the lake appears to be bluer than the sky, than the jasper Also emerald ...... these lakes can be used to paint it with a pen, with a poem of prose, or a poem of prose to describe it.

Uniquely in the dusk of November 11 last year, I was in the Soviet Union, more than thirty miles northwest of the city of Leningrad, the Lazlev Lake, is indescribable! This lake, neither deep, nor big, it is a pair of flood retention of the sister swamps - Razlev, Russian is the meaning of flood - I went to the day, it is winter fog dusk, neither the evening sunshine, nor moonlight starlight, the lake is so quiet that there is not a bit of The lake was so quiet that there was no sound, and there were tall reeds growing around it, so deep in the mist that you couldn't see the edge of it. But the impression it gave me - I say impression is not right, because I can not say that I am admiring it, but it is itself, the world's most beautiful, the greatest, the most simple, "as simple as the truth" of the lake, surrounded me in it to go.

Since I saw it, I have never forgotten it. It is not a lake to be admired and played with, it is a lake to be visited and admired by millions of people all over the world, because after August, 1917, not long before the sound of the cannon on the Avror ship, it had kissed one of the greatest, the simplest, the most simple, the "simple as the truth" man - Lenin! -Lenin! In the woods by the lake was the "green office" of this great man. The "ceiling" of this office was the blue sky, the "floor" was soft sandy soil and thick fallen leaves. The desk and the chair were two tree roots, one tall and the other short, and it was in this greatest and simplest office that Lenin wrote his genius: "The State and the Revolution", and other classic documents. Not far from this desk, two tree branches supported a horizontal log from which hung an iron pot. I will never forget this iron kettle, because it was exactly like the iron kettle commonly used in Peking, the black, plainest and most simple kettle that could be found on the stove of every household. Underneath the kettle, Lenin set up a dead branch, lit a fire, and then returned to his desk, gazing at the pot with a pen in his hand, waiting for the boiling sound of the kettle. Behind the trees, a peaked hut made of thick grass, where only one person could lie, was where the mower, Ivanov (Lenin's pseudonym), stayed at night. He wrote in the middle of the day, and early in the morning and at dusk, he walked by the lake. Not only did he meet his closest comrades and plan how to set off this stone-cold Red Storm of October, he also enjoyed the evening sunsets and crescent moons alone by this reed-lined, off-the-beaten-path lake.

What a happy lake it was, and how befitting to the great Lenin was one of the plainest!

During my visit to the USSR for more than two months before and after, behind the places I saw, the people I came in contact with, and everything I read and heard, there stood a giant; a broad, bulging forehead, broad shoulders, wise eyes, kind mouth ...... He was as much loved as the plain, ordinary people, and most beloved by them too! . He was not pretentious, he was not reserved, he had not a single fetish. He had no work to think of himself. Where he lived, whether in the Smolny Palace, the Kremlin, or the General's Villa in Gork ...... his bedroom, his dining-room, his office, were all so cramped and so plain. He in the most ordinary bedroom dresser can also write, in a small rattan chair can also sit for a long time in the office, in his desk across the table, he prepared for visiting guests but very comfortable sofa chairs ...... everything, all make us y appreciate: a person who can best serve the people, is always the most able to forget their own people. The great Lenin thought of Russia and of the millions of oppressed and exploited working people of the world so completely, so naturally, at all times and in every way. Day and night he planned for them the happiest of futures with the most careful thought. I have often wondered whether he thought of himself in his broad, bulging forehead.

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