There is a big garden behind my house, which is called Herb Garden according to legend. Now it has been sold to Zhu Wengong's descendants together with the house. Even it's been seven or eight years since we last met, and it seems that there are only some weeds. But that's my paradise.

Needless to say, green vegetable fields, smooth stone wells, tall acacia trees and purple mulberry trees; Needless to say, cicadas are singing in the leaves, fat wasps are squatting on cauliflower, and the swift call to the son of heaven (lark) suddenly rushes to the sky from the grass. Just around the short mud wall, it has unlimited interest. Oil flies sing here and crickets play the piano here. Turning over broken bricks, sometimes I meet centipedes; There is also Mylabris. If you press your finger on its spine, it will clap its hands and spray a puff of smoke from behind. The vines of Polygonum multiflorum Thunb and Manglietia are intertwined. Manglietia has the fruit of Alternanthera philoxeroides, and Polygonum multiflorum has swollen roots. Some people say that the roots of Polygonum multiflorum Thunb are human-shaped, and they can become immortals after eating them. So I often pull them up, and I have been pulling them up constantly, and I have broken the mud wall, but I have never seen one of them like a person. If you are not afraid of thorns, you can also pick raspberries, which are like balls made of small coral beads. They are sour and sweet, and their color and taste are far better than those of mulberries.

You can't go to the grass because it is said that there is a big red snake in this garden.

My eldest mother once told me a story: once upon a time, there was a scholar who lived in an ancient temple. He worked hard. In the evening, when he was enjoying the cool in the yard, he suddenly heard someone calling him. I promised, but looking around, I saw a beautiful face on the wall, smiled at him and disappeared. He is very happy; But the old monk who came to talk at night saw through the mechanism. Saying that there is something evil on his face, he must have met a "beautiful snake"; This is a monster with a head and a snake body. It can call people by name. If it agrees, it will come to eat this man's meat at night. Naturally, he was scared to death, but the old monk said it was all right and gave him a small box, saying that as long as he put it on the pillow, he could lie on it. Although he still does this, he always can't sleep-of course not. In the middle of the night, sure enough, sasha vujacic! It sounds like the wind and rain outside the door. When he was shaking into a ball, he heard a clear voice. A golden light flew out of the pillow, and there was no sound outside. Golden light also flew back and was collected in the box. What happened afterwards? Later, the old monk said, this is a flying centipede. It can suck away the snake's brain, and the beautiful snake is killed by it.

The last lesson is: so if a strange voice calls your name, you must not promise him.

This story made me feel the danger of being a man. I often worry about enjoying the cool summer night and dare not look at the wall. I really want to get a box of flying centipedes like the old monk. I often think so when I walk beside the grass in the Herbal Garden. But until now, I haven't got it, but I haven't met the red snake and the beautiful snake. It is natural for strange voices to call my name, but they are not beautiful snakes.

Herbal gardens in winter are tasteless; It's different when it snows. Making a snowman (printing one's whole figure on the snow) and shaping a snow arhat need people's appreciation. This is a deserted garden, so it is not suitable, so we have to catch birds. Bo Xue is not enough; When birds have nowhere to feed for a long time, it is always necessary to cover the ground with snow for a day or two. Sweep away a piece of snow and expose the ground. Set up a big bamboo curtain with a short stick, sprinkle some chaff under it, and tie a long rope on the stick. People hold it from a distance and watch the birds come down to peck. When they reach the bottom of the bamboo curtain, they pull the rope and cover the bamboo curtain. But most of them are sparrows, and there are also "birds" with pale cheeks. They are impatient and can't keep them overnight.

This is the method my father taught me, but I can't use it well. Obviously, I saw them go in, pulled the rope and ran to have a look. There was nothing. It took me a long time to catch three or four. The father who moistens the soil can catch dozens of them in half a day, put them in a fork bag and scream and bump around. I once asked him the reasons for his gains and losses, and he just smiled quietly: You are too impatient to wait for it to come to the middle.

I don't know why my family sent me to the bookstore, which is called the strictest bookstore in the city. Maybe it's because Polygonum multiflorum destroyed the mud wall, maybe it's because the brick was thrown into Liang's house in the partition, maybe it jumped off the stone well fence, and ... there's no way to know. All in all: I won't go to the Herb Garden often. Ed, my cricket! Ed, my raspberries and Manglietia!

Going out to the east, within half a mile, I walked across a stone bridge, which is my husband's home. Go through a black bamboo door, and the third room is the study. There is a flat road hanging in the middle: three pools reflecting the moon; Below the apartment is a picture of a fat sika deer crouching under an old tree. Without Confucius memorial tablet, we will pay tribute to Pinglu. The first time was to worship Confucius, and the second time was to worship Mr.

When he saluted for the second time, Mr. Wang responded kindly. He is a tall and thin old man with gray hair and big glasses. I have great respect for him, because I heard that he is an old-fashioned, simple and knowledgeable person in this city.

I don't know where I heard it, but Dong Fangshuo is also very knowledgeable. He knew that an insect called "strange" was melted by resentment and doused with wine. I really want to know the detailed story, but Chang doesn't know it, because she has no knowledge after all. Now you have a chance, you can ask Mr.

"Sir,' strange' this bug, what's going on? ..... "I'm going to flip through the books, and when I'm about to retire, I quickly ask.

I don't know! His face seems very unhappy and angry.

I just know that as a student, I shouldn't ask these things, as long as I study, because he is a profound scholar, and he will never be ignorant. The so-called ignorant people don't want to say. People older than me often do this. I have seen it several times.

I just read books, practice calligraphy at noon and have classes at night. At first, Mr. Wang was very strict with me. Later, I got better, but gradually I read more books. I added words in class, from three words to five words, and finally to seven words.

There is also a garden after the three pools reflect the moon. Although it is small, you can climb to the flower bed there to fold wintersweet blossoms and look for cicadas on the ground or on osmanthus trees. The best job is to catch flies and feed them to ants quietly. However, it is impossible for students to go to the garden too much for too long. Mr. Wang shouted in the study

"Where did everyone go?"

People will go back one by one; It's no good going back together. He has a ruler, but he doesn't use it often. He has the rule of kneeling, but he doesn't use it often. Ordinary people just stare at it and say loudly:

"Reading!"

So everyone opened their throats and read for a while. It's really noisy. Some people read that "the benevolent is far away from me, and I want the benevolent", others read that "a dog's mouth is full of teeth", others read that "nine hidden dragons should not be used", and some people read that "you are wrong on the ground, wrong on the ground, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong. Only he read aloud

"Iron wishful, charming command, a surprise ~ ~; Jin Luo Yi, hanging upside down, thousand cups are not drunk ~ ~........................................................................ "

I doubt that this is an excellent article, because when I read it, he always smiles, raises his head, shakes it and bends back.

When Mr. Wang is absorbed in reading, it suits us very well. Some of them put paper armor on their nails to play with. I am a painter. I use a kind of paper called "Jingchuan Paper" to describe the Xiu Xiang of the novel one by one, just like the shadow writing when I study Chinese characters. The more books you read, the more you draw; I have never read a book, but I have gained a lot in painting. The most fragmentary are The Journey to the West's Dangkou Zhi and Xiu Xiang, both of which are very big. Later, because I needed money, I sold it to a rich classmate. His father runs a tin foil shop; It is said that I have become a shopkeeper now and will soon rise to the status of a gentleman. This thing is long gone.

September 18.

Second, Zhang Taiyan's two or three things about Mr. Taiyan.

Lu Xun

Some time ago, officials and gentry in Shanghai held a memorial service for Mr. Taiyan. Less than 100 people attended, so they closed the door alone.

Curtain, so some people lament that young people's enthusiasm for domestic scholars is not as good as that for foreign Gorky.

This kind of exclamation is actually inappropriate. Officials and gentry gathered, always afraid of the king; Besides, Gorky is a soldier.

Home, although Mr. Taiyan appeared as a revolutionary before, he later retired to a quiet scholar and made it himself.

The wall built by others is isolated from the times. Naturally, there are people to remember, but they may be forgotten by most people.

I think Mr. Wang's achievements remain in the revolutionary history, which is really greater than the academic history. Recall more than 30

A few years ago, a book about wooden boards was published. I've been reading it, of course I don't understand it. I'm afraid young people at that time,

There are too many of them. I really know that there is Mr. Taiyan in China, not because of his classics and primary school, but because of his refutation.

Scold Kang Youwei and Zou Rong's "Preface to the Revolutionary Army", but he was imprisoned in the upper Haixi prison. Zhejiang nationality who was studying in Japan at that time

Students run the magazine Zhejiang Tide, which contains poems written by Mr. Wang in prison, but it is not difficult to understand. It makes me feel

I didn't forget to move. Now I copied two songs below-Zou's younger brother was in prison and was sent to Ying.

Mainland. Cut the knife to the pig's tail quickly and bring the beef as dry food. Heroes sneak into prison, and the world grieves for you. In the face of life, you must put your hands together, and Gan Kun has only two.

Head.

I heard that Shen Yuxi was killed in prison, but I couldn't see Shen Shengjiu for a long time. Everyone in the Jianghu knows that he is hidden, and he is a tragic and heroic man. Now he is in Yijing Gate, killing the charm.

Shame fights for fire, and articles always hurt the soul. Yin Zhong should be kind to me, and there are several new graves in the north and south.

/kloc-0 released from prison in June, 906, went to Tokyo today, and soon presided over People's Daily. I like watching this.

The People's Daily, however, is not for the sake of Mr. Gu's writing, asking for advice and solving doubts, or talking about Buddhism and "the theory of evolution", but

For his struggle with Liang Qichao who advocated royalism, with ×××××, and with A Dream of Red Mansions.

The xx struggle on the Buddha's main road is really invincible and fascinating. I went to class this time, but again.

Not because he is a scholar, but because he is a learned revolutionary, so until now, Mr. Wang's voice and smile,

At present, I don't remember a word in Shuo Wen Jie Zi.

After the revolution in the first year of the Republic of China, Mr. Wang's ambition has been achieved, and there are many things to do, but he still has no ambition. this

It is also completely different from Gorky who was revered all his life and died for tragic. I thought what happened to them would be different,

The reason is that Gorky's previous ideal later became a reality. His whole body is the unity of the public.

Emotions, sorrows and joys are interlinked; Although Mr. Zhang is full of ambition, he regards it as the most urgent "starting with religion"

Confidence, strengthen national morality; The second is to inspire species with national quintessence and carry forward patriotic enthusiasm "(see People's Daily).

The sixth volume), but only in fantasy; Soon, Yuan Shikai seized the handle of the country for his own self-interest, which was even more important.

Life on the ground has been lost, leaving only empty words. As for today, the name of our "Republic of China" still originated in Yu Xiansheng.

Interpretation of the Republic of China (first seen in People's Daily) is only a great commemoration, but I know this serious case.

I'm afraid not much.

Both from the private sector, gradually into the depression, and later involved in throwing pots to receive gifts, so every critic is dissatisfied, but this

This is just Bai Gui's sin, and it's not the end. Take an examination of qi's life, use that medal as a pendant for the fan and hang it near the door of the presidential palace.

No second person accused Yuan Shikai of malicious intent. Seven were hunted down, three went to prison, and the revolutionary ambitions were finally gone.

There is no second person who bends: this is a preconceived spirit and a model for later life.

Recently, some people colluded with tabloids and even ridiculed Mr. Wang for his complacency. It can be said that "I don't want to be an adult."

"The beauty, and" the mayfly shakes the tree, which is ridiculous and immeasurable "!

Third place, Mr Fujino

So much for Tokyo. When the cherry blossoms in Ueno rot, they look like a crimson light cloud, but they are indispensable under the flowers.

Crowds of "International Students in Qing Dynasty" crash course, with big braid tied on their heads, let them stand high on the top of the students' hats.

Form a Mount Fuji. Other braids are dissolved and flat, except for the hat, which shines like a little girl's bun.

Twist your neck a few times. It's really beautiful.

The concierge department of China International Student Club has some books to buy, and sometimes it is worth visiting. If in the morning, in several houses,

You can also sit in the park. However, at night, the floor of a room is often inevitably loud and full of smoke.

Dust fights; Ask someone who is proficient in current affairs and answer, "That's learning to dance."

How about going somewhere else?

I will go to Sendai Medical College. Starting from Tokyo, I soon arrived at a post office and wrote: In the twilight. hear nothing of

Why? I remember the name. Secondly, I only remember Mito, where Mr. Zhu Shunshui, a adherent of the Ming Dynasty, died.

Sendai is a town, not big; It's terribly cold in winter; There are no students from China yet.

Probably hope is the most precious thing. Beijing cabbage was shipped to Zhejiang, tied with red rope and hung upside down at the door of the fruit shop.

Known as the "plastic dish"; The wild aloe vera in Fujian, known as "agave", entered the greenhouse as soon as it arrived in Beijing. I went to Sendai

I also received such preferential treatment. Not only does the school not charge tuition, but several staff members are also worried about my accommodation. At first I lived next to the prison.

The inn next door is very cold in early winter, but there are still many mosquitoes. Later, I covered myself with a quilt and wrapped my head with clothes, leaving only one.

Exhausting through both nostrils. In this breathing place, mosquitoes can't disturb, so they can only have a good sleep. The food is good, too But there is one

A gentleman thinks that this inn also serves prisoners' meals, and it is not suitable for me to live there. I've said it again and again. I

Although I don't think the food in the inn and prisoner has anything to do with me, I have to find another suitable place to live. therefore

Moving to another house is far from the prison, but unfortunately, I always have to drink bitter taro soup every day.

Since then, I have met many strange teachers and listened to many fresh lectures. Anatomy is shared by two professors. originally

At that time, a dark and thin gentleman with a moustache came in, wearing glasses and carrying a stack of books, large and small. Yijiangshu

Put it on the platform, and then introduce yourself to the students in a slow and frustrating tone.

"My name is Fujino Genkuro ..."

Several people in the back laughed. He went on to talk about the history of Japanese anatomy and books, large and small.

This is a book on this subject from the beginning to the present. At first, some of them were wired; And China's translation, he?

Students are not earlier than China in translating and learning new medicine.

Sitting in the back laughing is the repeat student who failed last year. He has been in school for a year and is quite familiar with his story. he

The students will tell the freshmen about the history of each professor. It is said that Mr. Fujino is very careless in his clothes and sometimes forgets to guide him.

Knot a knot; Winter is an old coat, shivering, once on the train, causing the car manager to suspect that he is a pickpocket and call a car.

Be careful, guests.

What they said is probably true, so I once saw him not wearing a tie in class.

A week later, about Saturday, he sent his assistant to call me. When I got to the research room, I saw him sitting on a human bone and many sheets.

Alone in the middle of the skull-he was studying the skull and then published a paper in our school magazine.

"My lecture notes, can you copy them?" He asked.

"You can copy a little."

"Show me!"

I handed over the copied speech and he accepted it. He returned them to me the next day and said that he would give them to him every week.

Once. When I took it down and opened it, I was taken aback and felt uneasy and grateful. It turns out that my handout has been changed from

From beginning to end, it was corrected in red ink, which not only supplemented many omissions, but also corrected Lian Wenfa's mistakes one by one.

This situation continued until he finished his courses: plastic surgery, vascular science and neurology.

Unfortunately, I didn't work hard at that time, and sometimes I was very headstrong. I remember once Mr. Fujino called me to his research room.

Take out a picture on my handout, which is the blood vessel of the forearm, point to it and say to me kindly:-

"You see, you moved this blood vessel a little bit. -Of course, it looks better, but

Anatomy is not art, and the object is too kind for us to change. Now that I've changed it for you, I want you to take photos in the future.

There is such a photo hanging on the blackboard. "

But I was still unconvinced and agreed verbally, but I thought to myself:

"I still draw well; As for the actual situation, I naturally remember. "

After the school year experiment, I went to Tokyo for a summer and returned to school in early autumn. The results have been published.

Among more than 100 people, I was in the middle, but not the last. Teacher Fujino's homework this time is anatomical exercises and local exercises.

Anatomy.

Anatomy internship for about a week, he invited me to go again, very happy, and said to me in a restrained tone:

——

"Because I heard that people in China respect ghosts, I'm afraid you won't dissect corpses. Now I'm relieved,

There is no such thing. "

But he embarrassed me occasionally. He heard that women in China are bound feet, but he didn't know the details, so he asked.

How did I wrap it and how deformed my ankle became? I sighed, "I always have to have a look to know." What's going on here? "

One day, the student union officer at the same level came to my apartment and wanted to borrow my lecture notes. I checked it and gave it to them, but only

I looked through it and didn't take it. But as soon as they left, the postman sent a thick letter. When they opened it, the first sentence was:

——

"repent!"

This is a sentence in the New Testament, but it was recently quoted by Tolstoy. It was a Russo-Japanese war, Mr. Torre.

He wrote a letter to the emperors of Russia and Japan, which was the first sentence. Japanese newspapers condemned his arrogance and patriotism.

Young people are also angry, but secretly they have long been influenced by him. Secondly, it is roughly the topic of last year's anatomical experiment.

It was Mr. Fujino who marked the handout, and I knew it in advance, so I could have such a result. The ending is anonymous.

I just recalled an incident the other day. Because of the meeting at the same level, the director wrote an advertisement on the blackboard. The last sentence is

Please attend the meeting and don't miss it, and circle the word "missed". Although I think this circle is ridiculous, but

I don't mind at all, but this time I realized that the word was mocking me, saying that I had a problem leaked by the teacher.

I informed Mr. Fujino about it; Several classmates who are familiar with me are also unfair, so they go to the office to make excuses.

The inspection was rude and asked them to publish the inspection results. Finally, the rumor was dispelled, but the director tried his best to exercise.

Take back that anonymous letter. Finally, I returned this Tolstoy letter to them.

China is a weak country, so China people are of course imbeciles. If the score exceeds 60, it is not your own ability.

No wonder they are confused. But then I had the fate of visiting and filming China people. The next year, I taught mycology. The shape of bacteria is

It's all in the movies. After a paragraph is finished and the class is not finished, it is natural to show some films on current affairs.

Ben defeated Russia. But some China people were caught in it: working as detectives for the Russians, being captured and shot by the Japanese army,

Look around a group of China people; There is another me in the lecture hall.

"Long live!" They all clapped their hands and cheered.

This kind of cheer is always there when I watch a movie, but in my case, it is particularly harsh. After returning to China, I

Seeing those who watched the prisoners shoot, they all cheered like drunk,-alas, what's there to think about! But there.

At this time, my opinion changed.

At the end of the second school year, I went to see Mr. Fujino and told him that I would not study medicine and leave Sendai. his

His face looked sad. He seemed to want to speak, but he didn't say it.

"I want to study biology, and what my husband taught me is still useful." In fact, I'm not determined to study biology.

He told a lie to comfort him because he looked sad.

"Teaching anatomy such as medicine is afraid that biology will not help much." He sighed.

A few days before I left, he asked me to go to his house and gave me a photo with two words written on the back: "Farewell" and

Said he wanted to give him mine, too. But I didn't take pictures at this time; He asked me to take photos and send them to him in the future, and keep me informed.

The letter told him what happened after that.

After I left Sendai, I haven't taken photos for many years, because this situation is boring, which makes him very disappointed, even

I'm afraid I dare not write. After more than a year, it is even more difficult to say, so although I sometimes want to write a letter, it is difficult to write.

I haven't sent a letter or a photo yet. From his point of view, it seems to be gone forever.

It's over.

But somehow, I always remember him. Of all the teachers I think, he is the most worthy of gratitude and encouragement.

One of them. Sometimes I often think that his earnest hope and tireless teaching to me, in short, is for China, just.

I hope there will be new medicine in China; Generally speaking, it is for academic purposes, that is, I hope that new medicine will spread to China. His personality,

He is great in my eyes and heart, although his name is not known to many people.

I have ordered three volumes of his revised lecture notes, which will be kept as a permanent memorial. Unfortunately, I moved seven years ago.

In the middle, I destroyed a book box and lost half a box of books. It happened that this handout was also lost. Instruct the transportation bureau to find it,

No reply. Only his photo is still hanging on the east wall where I live in Beijing, opposite the desk. Whenever I'm tired at night, I think

When I was lazy, I caught a glimpse of the black and thin face on his back in the light. It seems that I was about to say something cadence, which made my conscience suddenly discover.

I found it, and I increased my courage, so I lit a cigarette and continued to write articles that made Mr. deeply painful.

Words. October twelfth.