Give you the original text of Yu Dafu:

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This is a bolt from the blue. At the banquet in Nantai, I suddenly heard the news of Lu Xun's death!

I sent some telegrams, packed my luggage all night, and jumped on the ship bound for Shanghai the next day.

On the morning of 22nd 10, the boat docked, took a bath at home, swallowed two meals, and went to Wanguo Funeral Home in Jiaozhou Road. All I see are sincere faces, enthusiastic faces and angry faces, and the hearts and lungs of young men and women like Qian Qian and their clenched fists are about to burst.

This is not an ordinary funeral, nor is it a gloomy sadness. Just like when a big earthquake is coming, or when the dawn will fill the space between heaven and earth, it is the same as mourning.

Life and death, body, soul, tears, lament, these problems and feelings are too small here. On the other side of Lu Xun's death, there is a bigger and more violent silence.

A nation without great people is the most pitiful group of creatures in the world; A country whose great people don't know how to support, love and admire is a hopeless slave country. Because of Lu Xun's death, people realize that there is still hope for the nation. Because of Lu Xun's death, people see that China is still a semi-desperate country with strong slavery.

Lu Xun's coffin was buried in shallow soil in the dark; There is a reddish crescent in the west corner.