Communication 2 Child: I don't want to communicate for the second time.

Children of deja vu:

I'm sick and I'm going to travel far away. For three or two months, I was insulated from words. Because I saw a column of "Children's World" in the supplement of the Morning Post yesterday, I was delighted and had 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 to you. I am a laggard in your childish team-however, there is one thing I have always been proud of: I was a child and I am still a child. In order to keep this innocence until I move to another world, I sincerely hope that you can help me and support me, and I will always encourage myself to be your most enthusiastic and loyal friend!

Little friend, I want to go far away. I like this trip very much, because maybe I can get more material from the trip and tell you something slightly novel in the future communication. -I'm on the other side of the globe. I have three younger brothers, the youngest one is 13 years old. He has studied geography and knows that the earth is round. He jokingly said to me, "Sister, when you leave, when we miss you, we can take a long bamboo pole and walk straight from our yard to the yard opposite you to make a hole." We can see each other from that hole. I will see if you have gained or lost weight since you left. "Children think this is possible? I have another child, who is four years old this year. One day he asked me, "Aunt, where are you going? Is it farther than the front door? "Children, which side of the earth is this? Or is the front door far?

I'm leaving-leaving my parents, brothers and all my dear people. Although it is a short time, I already feel very sad. If you can think of a warm and loyal friend overseas in Wan Li, in windy morning and rainy evening, in annoying and sad weather, at his father's mother's knees, in his sister's lines, you can't enjoy such rich blessings alone, and your innocent pity glance gives me great happiness and comfort from the spirit of the universe!

Son, as long as 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 the pen at the moment when childlike innocence came back, I would never dare to write this short message with an adult heart. This floor is for your compassion.

It's time to wrap this letter. I can't describe it in my heart. I feel very honored!

Ice core

1July 25, 923

Communication II

Children:

I hate telling you a sad thing in the second communication. However, this incident, since last year, has made my soul ache faintly. Until now, I can't help but repent in front of pure children.

One spring night last year-a very leisurely night, it was past nine o'clock, and my younger brothers had already gone to bed. Only mom and dad sit at the round table, reading, eating fruit and chatting. I am holding a book by myself, leaning back in my chair and reading. At that time, everything was soft and quiet.

A mouse crept out from under the table and slowly ate the crumbs on the ground. This mouse is very small. It didn't guess. It was very calm. While eating, it looked up at me-I woke up in surprise, and my parents looked down. In all directions, it is still pleasant, and it is very small, with light gray tender hair, flexible small body and bright eyes.

Children, please allow me to confess! In an instant, I leaned over in a daze, holding a book in my hand and gently covering it. -Jesus! It won't go. Through the pages, I felt its soft little body curled up on the ground without resistance.

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

Before the words were finished, the dog and tiger jumped out of the curtain and came in. Father also immediately said: "Let go quickly, the tiger is coming to catch!" " "I picked up the book crazily again, damn it! It's still motionless. -a virtual hall of joy, the tiger has jumped up, and I can't stop it. It has emerged from the cracks in the curtains, and it is still in its mouth. Out of the door, I heard it chirping in the tiger's mouth a few times, and then there was no sound. -Less than a minute before and after, this gentle little creature let an arrow whiz past in my heart!

I was relieved from the panic. Mother slowly put down the book in her hand, looked up at me and said, "I think it's really small and inorganic." Otherwise you must have run away. I came out to eat for the first time and didn't come back. His mother is in the nest. I don't know what will happen. "

Little friend, I have fallen, I have really fallen! If I were as old as you, when I heard this, I would move slowly and suddenly jump into my mother's arms and cry. But I am ... children, forgive me! I just pretended not to mind and smiled.

It is time to rest in peace. I want to go back to my bedroom. Forcing a 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 against the bed and fell on the pillow. In this state, I was silent for fifteen minutes-I finally shed tears.

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

Not only that, I still remember when I saw the tiger and when I sat at night. This impression has been hurting in my heart. Once I couldn't bear it anymore and told an adult friend. I tried to make her scold me to ease my pain. I didn't want her, but I smiled and said, "You are becoming more and more childish. It is worth talking about something big! " Her indifferent smile prevented me from saying the following words. Since then, I have been discouraged. I didn't mention this terrible thing to two adults!

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 was medium-sized in the eyes of the creator; I never did anything unkind when I was a child, and now I have fallen. ...

I made my confession before you today, solemn children, please judge!

Ice core

1July 28th, 923, Beijing.

Communication 3

Dear children:

I left home yesterday afternoon and fell asleep. The car turned the corner and I stared back-I can't wake up from this dream unless I see all the dear people under this bean leaf shed again!

All the people who sent me were children-children who came out of home and took the same car, children in front of the car and children behind it. I deeply feel the glory in mourning. Bing Xin is fortunate to have the innocent and pure love of these children and enjoy this deep and unrestrained separation.

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

The train slowly left the station, and the city walls and willows passed before my eyes. My heart was dying, but I felt awkward, so I picked up the History of Mandarin Literature. I just turned to the "cloud rotten" paragraph, and suddenly I saw a few big words written in the margin of the page: "Don't forget small". My heart was sour at once. I threw away the book and went to the opposite chair to sit down-this is Bingji's handwriting! Brother, why do you bother me when I am separated?

I just can't sleep well at night. I sat up and opened the window several times, only a vague semi-circle moon shone on the dark and boundless field. -the car is racing, the car is rolling, and the car is heading for the infinite future. Yue Ming and I, step by step away from home!

After Jinan this morning, I got up at five o'clock and put my hair on the window. Looking at the distant mountains, not in the haze, is too light to ask for. There is only one light blue mountain peak across the sky. People's cooking smoke is on the mountain, and it's in the valley, just like Yun Qi. The morning sun shines brightly on the endless clean green fields. After washing and dressing, I stood by the window for half an hour. In this solemn and great environment, I can only silently bow my head and praise the creator of omnipotent wisdom.

After Tai 'an House, the morning dew is still zero. Every platform is in the thick shade, which is the most interesting and quiet. At this time, I just got off the bus and walked a short distance, looking at Mount Tai from a distance, carefree and fascinated. I recited four sentences, "The mountain rises, the scenery stops, though it is out of reach, my heart yearns for it", and repeated them several times.

From then on, on the platform, I heard the trampling of boots, the clash of swords and guns, and soldiers in yellow and gray marching in procession. I suddenly remembered the carjacking incident near the city and knew that I was going to hold the calf hill. I am eager to see those who come in and out with swords. At this moment, I only look forward to the life of the hero in Water Margin, and the life of Lin Chonghe. I don't envy the golden pavilion and the skinning pavilion, I envy the radical and bold mind!

So I went out and asked the soldier standing at the junction of two cars with a gun and bullets. He said it was almost downtown, and Baodu Mountain was dozens of miles away, so there was no car in sight. He spoke softly to me and spoke pure Shandong dialect. I feel an inexplicable joy, just like a stranger hearing a local accent. -Shandong is my spiritual hometown. I only like loyal Shandong people and listen to timid Shandong dialect.

One stop is near Jiangnan, and the happiness of my trip has already begun. This time, I specially reserved a room for myself, so that I can write some letters for freedom and quiet. I leaned against the long pillow and sat near the window. The curtains on the other side of the sun are tightly covered. In order to see the scenery, the opposite side was half-opened. It's great in Xu Lai. This room is very quiet and dark. Except for the monotonous sound of wheels, it is no different from my library. Although there are no bookshelves full of books in the window, nature is spinning outside the window. There is a pen in my hand and a sentence in my heart. As long as I don't ring the doorbell, no one will come in and stir me. Ding Gongan has a saying: "... everyone knows that the West Lake is extremely resentful. Who will share such a rich blessing?" ..... "I never dreamed of such a quiet and happy mood this morning. This book not only masturbates, but also comforts the younger brothers and remembers the children.

Ice core

1August 4, 923, in the middle of Jinpu Road.

Communication 4

Children:

I finally got to Lincheng station and got off. I only saw a large group of soldiers waving red flags that read "... 2nd Battalion ..." They set off firecrackers and blew their horns. In addition, it's just the mountain ridge in the distance outside the station, and there is nothing else. I'm disappointed. I've never seen a man come and go like a fly wearing a night suit and carrying a dart and sword.

Since then, clouds have covered the sun from the south. There is a small raft beside the runway. And children, taking a bath 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 lowering the head and threading the thread is really gentle and lovely.

Through the south of Suzhou to Bengbu, on both sides of the railway track, the rain turned into a lake. There are boats coming and going on the lake. The boundless microwave reflected the sunset, and the scenery was beautiful beyond description. Since then, people's accents have gradually changed, and I gradually feel timid and don't know why.

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

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

Sometimes the river looks as far as the eye can see, and the river sails slightly. Under the morning light, 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 of Jiangnan.

At 7: 30 in the morning, I arrived in Shanghai, and a child came to pick me up and said "Auntie", which made me feel infinite joy-I have been here for four or five days, and after the break, worldly things are as busy as a bee. Tonight the night is as cold as water, and there is only myself under the lamp. It is rare to have a quiet night here. Many sisters and brothers, knowing that I'm here, 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 ringing of the knocker. I looked down through the gap, and my brothers and sisters came to see me again. I am both gratified and disappointed because I have delayed the correspondence I am willing to write for three times.

This is just an experience along the way, and there are many feelings. I don't want to write it when I'm busy. I'll talk about it later. It's late at night, let me say good night!

Ice core

1August 9, 923, Shanghai.

Communication v

Children:

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

This time, after Bengbu, the mother and daughter got on the bus, and the waiter took them directly 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 down. She is in a hurry, as if playing the piano. My daughter is in her twenties, dressed in linen, pockmarked and powdered. She wears hairpins, ears, rings, bracelets, etc. on her head and hands, and 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, but I just thought that girl was too unlovable. I didn't say hello to her. I just looked out of the window and turned around and saw them talking. The girl keeps asking for soup and water. Her mother, dressed in blue gauze, is in her fifties and has a sad face. The way she talks to her seems to be both loving and cursing. I suddenly felt sad when I looked at it. While they were in the house, I went out-children! I think of my mother, and I don't feel that I shed some sour tears at the window of the aisle.

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

Kid! Adults are really admirable, and tears are easy to fall; They are brave and generous. When I was extremely sad, my parents could persuade me calmly. Although I didn't know what was going on behind it, I finally had compassion and patience at that time. I am grateful that there is no land!

Although I am weak, I still have my own pride, and I still refuse to expose my weakness in front of irrelevant adults. Before traveling, I always smile and talk to all my teachers and friends. I don't want to be laughed at by them. However, I want to beg some sacred tears of sympathy in front of God and children!

It's raining in Mao Mao outside the window. By this time, I can't hold back. Compassionate children, let's talk again!

Ice core

1August 923 12, Shanghai.

Communication VI

Children:

By the time you read this letter, I have left my lovely begonia leaf motherland and am on a Pacific boat. I'm tired of listening to sad words today, and I won't say anything that disturbs your simple thoughts.

Son, I have a suggestion: The column "Children's World" is for children, and it should have been written for children. We might as well push our luck and occupy this land. If you have anything to be happy about, you might as well say it and let all the children in the world laugh together. If you have anything sad, you might as well say it and let the children in the world cry with you. Just be honest and open, don't flinch in front of adults. -Son, this is the secret of our savings. Let's whisper and laugh! Adults' thoughts are extremely profound and beyond our ability to measure. I don't know why, their right and wrong are often the opposite of ours. Often we are so bitter, but they laugh it off gracefully; What we think is unimportant, but they think it is an earth-shattering achievement. For example, shooting and fighting, killing tens of thousands of people, lying on the ground bloody. We don't have to look, just listen to people, and we will have palpitations, sleepless nights, or nonsense; Not only do they care, but they also like to manipulate these things. For another example, we think that China, the boss, no matter who is the president, we will be satisfied as long as he is honest, ensures everyone's safety and does not interfere in our games; On the other hand, adults talk about it. He lifted him, he pushed him, there was no confusion at all, even more difficult than lifting "Xiao Wang" when we were playing. In short, we dare not take care of their affairs, and we will not take care of them; They don't care about us. So we can laugh and laugh boldly, not afraid of their jokes. -I'm done, please applaud!

As far as I'm concerned, I'm afraid I won't get any news in the next two months except that I can send a letter from Japan within a week. The autumn wind is getting colder, so it's better to write. I hope you work hard!

There are many interesting things to report to you in Shanghai. Unfortunately, I am too busy. I'm going to stay on the boat and write slowly facing the sea. Just a moment, please.

Kid! Tomorrow afternoon, I will really see you again! May God's selfless love light always surround us and comfort us forever.

Goodbye, goodbye, the last sentence, I hope everyone will work hard to be good children!

Ice core

1August 923 16, Shanghai.

(The above six articles were first published in the Children's World of the Morning Post in July and August, 1923, and then included in the first edition of Send Young Readers in Beixin Bookstore in May, 1926. )

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