A life philosophy lesson Early in the morning, the sandal seller touched the wall of Kunming, covered with a pale yellow sunset, squatting on the plain surrounded by mountains and peaks, as if with a lonely smile. I came down from the distant mountain peak, with a small burden on my right hand, wandering blankly on the dim west street. It was the autumn of 1925, a cruel autumn in a foreign country.

Although the people in the mountains spent the last penny last night, they must find a place to stay that night. What will be the result of that stay? At present, there is no need to imagine. In a chicken hair shop selling tea on the pavement, I walked in leisurely. Putting my luggage on the counter, I was led into a small room in the dark by a clever boy who bullied the country people.

There is only one bed in it, and a roll of dirty bedding is wrapped around a person who sleeps during the day, revealing a head with two inches of long hair. The monk shouted, "Hello!" The bedclothes, which turned from white to yellow and then to black, wriggled a few times, stretched out a yellow face with a pointed chin, lifted it up, opened red eyes with gum at two corners, looked at Yao's face unhappily and moved towards me again.

"You two sleep in the same bed!" As usual, Yao Si waved his hand and left. The person who slept "well" still fell down, and the yellow face with pointed chin was buried in the bedroll. I sat helplessly by the bed. I'm not surprised to sleep in a bed with a stranger. When I was wandering in Dongshan District of Yunnan, I had the opportunity to smell the ignorant for many nights.

It's very common now. The room is brighter than when I first went in. On the smoky yellow powder wall, the crooked words written by the guests with charcoal are also very clear. There is a lot about "people who go out without their families ...". But I haven't eaten all day, and I really can't admire the good things made by these people who are full and supported.

Source: Southbound by modern writer Ai Wu.

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Ai Wu (1904 ~ 1992) is a modern and contemporary writer in China, whose original name is Tang Daogeng, and his pen names are Liu Ming, Yan Wu and Tang Aiwo. Ai Wu is the pen name of Daogeng. When he started writing, he was influenced by Hu Shi's proposition that people should love the ego (society) and the ego (self).

192 1 was admitted to the First Normal University of Sichuan Province.

1925 left because of dissatisfaction with the conservative education of the school and the conflict with the old-fashioned marriage. He wandered in Yunnan frontier, Myanmar and Malaya, worked as a primary school teacher, handyman and newspaper editor, and almost died twice.

193 1 year, was deported to Shanghai by the British colonial authorities for sympathizing with the peasant riots in Myanmar.

1932 joined the Chinese Left-wing Writers' Union and began to publish novels. During my stay in Shanghai, I published a collection of short stories Southbound, Pastoral in the Mountain, Night Scene, novella Spring, Banana Valley and prose collection Wandering Miscellanies.

Most of the works reflect the tragic life and spontaneous resistance struggle of the people in the southwest frontier and Myanmar, and open up the subject area of new literature creation. The legendary stories, special characters and charming frontier scenery he described made his works full of lyrical atmosphere and romantic mood.

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