Guo Moruo's drama

Originally known as Guo Kaizhen, a native of Shawan, Leshan, Sichuan, went to school as a child. 1906.

1998 entered Jiading College and began to accept democratic ideas. 1965438+went to Japan in the spring of 2004.

Studying abroad, I met Tagore, Goethe, Shakespeare and Whitman during this period.

Works by China writers. The Sorrow of Sheep is his first novel.

1965438+ The Temptation of Death, written in the early summer of 2008, is his earliest new poem.

19 19 When the May 4th Movement broke out, he organized a national salvation group in Fukuoka, Japan.

Society, devoted to the new culture movement, wrote "Phoenix Nirvana" and "The Earth". Mine.

Mother, coal in the stove and other poems. 192 1 June, he and Cheng and Yu Dafu.

Wait, people organize creative societies and edit the quarterly of creative societies. He is in Japan.

After returning from China University, he continued to edit Creation Weekly and Creation Day.

From 1924 to 1927, he created the historical dramas Wang Zhaojun and Nie Ying.

Zhuo Wenjun. 1928 went into exile in Japan, 1930 joined the Chinese Left-wing Writers' Union.

Participate in the activities of the Tokyo branch of the "Left League". 1938 Ren Zhonghua National Association of Literary and Art Circles Against the Enemy

Board member. During this period, six historical dramas represented by Qu Yuan were created. he

He also wrote ten critical books, The Bronze Age, and a large number of essays and essays.

Poetry, etc.

After the founding of New Zhongyang, he served as a member of the Central People's Government and Vice Premier of the State Council.

Director of Culture and Education Committee, President of China Academy of Sciences, 1st, 2nd and 3rd National Federation of Literary and Art Circles.

Chairman, and served as the 9th, 10th and 11th Central Committee members of China * * * Production Party, and the 1st to.

Vice Chairman of the Fifth the National People's Congress Standing Committee (NPCSC), Member of the Standing Committee of Chinese People's Political Consultative Conference.

Member, vice chairman, etc. His works include Ode to Xinhua, Dongfeng Ji, Cai Wenji,

Wu Zetian, Li Bai and Du Fu.

Bibliography of works:

Goddess (poetry anthology) 192 1, Taitung

Collected Works of San Ye (Prose Collection), co-authored by Zong Baihua and Tian Han, 1920, Yadong.

Starry sky (poetry anthology) 1923, Taitung.

Nie Ying (handwriting) Guanghua 1925

Collection of literary and artistic (prose) works 1925, Guanghua.

Tower (Collection of Novels and Dramas) 1926, Business

Fallen leaves (novel and drama collection) 1929, Creation Society.

Three rebellious women (drama series) 1926, Guanghua

History of Western Art (Theory) 1926, Business.

Olive (collection of novels and essays) 1926, Creation Society.

Bottle (poetry anthology) 1927, Creation Society.

Qianmao (poetry anthology) 1928, Creation Society.

Restoration (poetry anthology) 1928, Creation Society.

Under the horizon (collection of novels and essays) 1928, Creation Society.

My childhood (autobiography) 1929, Guanghua

Wandering Trilogy (Collection of Novels and Dramas) 1929, Xinxing Bookstore.

Miscellaneous notes in the mountains and others (novel and drama) 1929, Xinxing Bookstore.

Black Cat and Tower (Collection of Novels and Proses) 193 1, Xiandao Bookstore.

Regret (Collection of Novels and Dramas) 1930, Guanghua

Black Cat and Lamb (Short Story) 393 1, Guoguang

A trip to Tianjin (essays) 193 1, Aili Bookstore.

Dancing on the table (novels and essays) 193 1, Xiandao Bookstore.

Sequel to Essays on Literature and Art 193 1, Guanghua

Ten Years of Creation (Memoirs) 1932, Modern

Letters from Moro 1933 in Taitung

Di Chin (Historical Novel) 1936, Parr Bookstore.

The Road to the Northern Expedition (Prose) lQ37, Chaofeng Publishing House.

Willing to be cannon fodder (drama) 1938. Beixin

Voice of War (Poetry) 1938, Warrior Press.

Ten Years of Creation (Memoirs) 1938, Beixin

Feather Collection (Essays and Essays) of Yu Xia Bookstore 194 1.

Qu Yuan (Script) 1942, Chongqing Linwen Publishing House.

Park Jianji (Essay) 1942, Chongqing Literature Bookstore.

Tang Di's Flowers (Script) 1942, Writers Bookstore.

Khufu (script) 1942, Qunyi

Qu Yuan Research (Paper) 1943, Qunyi

Ancient and modern collections (essays) 1943, Oriental Bookstore.

Peacock gall (script) 1943. Qunyi

Southern crown grass (script) 1944, Qunyi

Bronze Age (History) 1945, Sandwich Publishing House.

Lin Shu's Pre-Qin Theory (Paper) 1945, Fujian Yongan Southeast Publishing House.

Ten critical books (on history) 1945, Qunyi

Bo (Prose Collection) 1945, Qunyi

Travel Notes of the Soviet Union (Prose Collection) 1946, Shanghai Chinese and Foreign Press; Rename it "Su"

Fifty days, 1949, Dalian Xinhua Bookstore.

Come back (prose collection) 1946, Beixin

Building (script) t946, Qunyi

Impression of Nanjing (Prose Collection) 1946, Qunyi

Youth (autobiography) 1947, Haiyan

Spring and Autumn Revolution (autobiography) 1947, Haiyan

Appendicitis (essay) 1947, Qunyi

Pu Jian (essays) 1947, Haiyan people.

Historical figures (on history) 1947, sea salt

Boiling Soup Collection (Prose and Essay) 1947, Dafu Publishing House.

Tiandi Huang Xuan (Prose and Essay) 1947, Dafu Publishing House.

Underground laughter (collection of novels) 1947, Haiyan.

The Road to Creation (Theory) 1947, Wenguang.

Bao Jian Ji (collection of novels and essays) 1948, Haiyan

Ji Ji Ji Ji (poetry anthology) 1948, Qunyi

Collection after the rain (poetry anthology) 195 1, Wu.

Haitao (Prose Collection) 195 1, New Literature and Art.

Slavery era (historical review) 1952, new literature and art.

Mo Ruo's Collected Works (Volume1-17)1957-1993, Humanities.

Rooster Collection (Poetry Collection) 1959, Beijing.

Hong Boqu (autobiography) 1959, Hundred Flowers

Cai Wenji (handwriting) 1959, cultural relic.

Tide Collection (Poetry Collection) 1959, writer.

Camel Collection (Poetry Collection) 1959, Humanities

The Complete Works of Mo Ruo (Literature L-5) 1982- 1987, Humanities

Translation bibliography:

Germ Dream Lake written by Stummer in Germany (novel), translated by Qian, 192 1, told.

Goethe's Young Werther (Novel), 1922, Taitung.

Social Organization and Social Revolution (paper) by Kawakami, Japan, 1924, Business.

Selected poems of Shelley (anthology of poems) Shelley, England, 1926, Taitung.

Goethe's Faust (Poetry), Germany, 1928, Creation Society.

Mo Ruo's translation of Indian Cang Li Da Ruo, 1928, Creation Society.

The King of Carboniferous Period (novel) is written by Sinclair, USA, 1928, Shanghai Lequn Bookstore.

Karl Marx's Critique of Political Economy (Theory), Germany, 192 1, China.

War and Peace (novel) Russian column Tolstoy, 1935, Guangming Bookstore.

Karl Marx, Germany, The Truth of Art (Theory), 1947, Qunyi.

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Introduction to Shelley's poetry

Shelley is one of my favorite poets. He is nature's pet, the Pantheon.

Buddhist believers, revolutionary ideological athletes. His poetry is his life. His life is very convenient.

This is a wonderful poem. He is a bit like Jia in China.

Friendship. But Jia Sheng's talent has not reached his level. This talented poet

It is also death, and he gives us the impression that he is a good young man forever.

Shelley's poems are like a piano, with big buttons and small buttons.

He is sometimes charming and sometimes suddenly empty; Sometimes he is quiet and quiet, crying like complaining. he

It's not just a monotonous straw.

He is a great unfinished product. The universe is just a great eternity.

Finished product. The ancients compared poetry to style. The wind has the wind of pulling out the wood and tearing down the house (Orkan), which is shocking.

Stark of the tree, there are small trees shaken by the wind and big branches shaken by the wind.

The wind (Frish), the wind that shakes the branches (Masig), the wind that makes the grass move.

(Schwach), there is a wind that does not pour the smoke column (still). This is the will in the universe.

All kinds of poetic styles revealed. Shelley's poetic style is also so changeable. The wind does not come from the sky.

Here it is. Poetry is not from the heart. It's not poetry from the heart, it's not true.

Poetry. Shelley is a real poet and a real poet.

The purpose of translating Shelley's poems is to make me Shelley, not myself.

Poetry translation is neither parrot-like nor monkey.

When a man and a woman get married, they must first have love, first have * * *, and first have inner resonance. I

I love Shelley. I can feel his heart. I can talk to him. I married him.

-He and I are one. His poems are just like mine. I translated his.

Poetry is just like my own creation.

So are Baudelaire and Verharun, modern poets who write prose poems.

Do very regular sonnets and Alexander. Whether written in classical Chinese or white, it is very poetic.

Words, rhymes and essays are simply poems. Who says a given poem is a rotten skeleton? who

Say free verse is a symbol of ghost painting peaches? The form of poetry is a problem of Sain, not Soren.

problem A poet has absolute freedom, but he can do whatever he wants. he

His poems are almost archaic, and they are not necessarily archaic. His poems broke through the cracks.

Cut the established rules and don't have to learn fashion. Today, a thousand years later, it will become an ancient song.

Body discovered thousands of years ago was also fashionable at that time. An indispensable aspect-the monism of poetry

The basic spirit is eternal.

1stormy night on February 4th

From Creation Quarterly1February 1923, Volume I, Issue 4.

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Dream and Life

Last/better/previous/last name

The moonlight shone on the garden of Zhaofeng Park last night. All the trees

Are praising their leisure. White butterfly, yellow butterfly, musk pea flower

Rummaging through the bushes, she took the iris of musk peas as her sister.

Sister. You see them fly away and kiss the flowers on the lips, as if urging them to say, "Sister, sister!" "

Children, fly, fly, don't stand on the branches, let's fly together. The sun is so bright.

The weather is warm and the air smells good. "

But the flowers just shook their heads on the branches.

Under this background, I sat at the foot of a mulberry tree and read Tagore's English poems.

I read one of his poems, saying that he walked into the garden in the morning and it was given by a blind girl.

Gave him a wreath.

I realized that this is a symbol, and this blind girl is the three beauties of nature.

Room.

As soon as I realized this, the butterfly in front of me became a graceful woman.

Lang, try to make a wreath from the stems of musk beans and throw it to me.

I was buried in the grave of the wreath. ——

This is just a broken dream, but what a pleasant dream.

So what!

under

I got up early this morning and was going to take a walk in the square in front of Jing 'an Temple.

I'm in Dongzong Lane, Minhou, Li Nan, facing the gate of Fuxi Road, but I saw one.

A beggar woman. She is only wearing a tattered thin coat with several holes in her back.

Clouds of purple meat. She lowered her head to the wall and put a child's cotton-padded coat and

A thin coat for adults, rolled into a long belt.

A four-year-old daughter sat next to her, playing with the black canvas.

Capsule. The beggar rolled up the clothes once, but it seemed that she was not satisfied, so she opened them again.

Scroll again.

The clothes were rolled up and she wrapped them around her waist. When she reached for the bag,

The youngest daughter took out a cloth belt from her bag, like a black belt.

When she put the cloth bag around her neck, her little daughter threw the cloth belt in the middle of the road.

Tell her to bring the cloth, but the youngest daughter refused and ran to her side on purpose.

Laugh foolishly.

She looked up at this time, ah, she is blind.

She looked at her daughter's smile, and a faint smile appeared on her swollen face.

Mark.

Two or three children came and stood beside me, but the youngest daughter was holding her bamboo pole.

Expulsion

The four-year-old daughter is the only protector of her blind mother.

She played for a while and took the cloth to her blind mother. She used it to put it away.

She carried it. The blind beggar stood up with a wall in one hand and a bamboo pole in the other.

Place, headed for Fuxi Road.

I followed them and thought:

Alas! People still have to live to this stage! Those two at the waist

A rag, isn't it the quilt that their mother and daughter left to keep out the cold at night?

People still have to live to this stage! Why did the tragedy of life come to Sally?

Looking for it in Biya's masterpiece, why do you want to look for it in the battlefield of Sichuan and Hunan? Why?

Looking for Tokyo, Japan after the earthquake?

The sound of bamboo poles knocking on the road ... is this a parade to the cemetery?

All the leaves on the roadside have fallen off, and when they fall, they are scattered in the north wind.

Alas, people still have to live at this point! ……

I followed them to the front of Jing 'an Temple, and I couldn't bear to follow them any more. exist

I only found two copper coins on me, which became the most humble respect I gave them.

Gift.

1923 winter, in Shanghai.

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Parasitic trees and fine grass

The parasitic tree stood on the high branch of an ancient tree and gloated in the air. Taya

Looking down proudly at the fine grass below, he said:

"You poor grass, you see how high my status is and how much you have.

How short! "

Fine grass did not answer.

The parasitic tree sang again:

"Aha, I am a natural tianjiao. There are big trees to shelter me from the wind and rain, and big trees.

Trees provide me with food. I am a god who doesn't lose money but works hard, looking up at the universe and landing on the grass.

Like clouds, friends are like birds. Aha, I'm Dazi.

The arrogance of nature. "

A thunderstorm blew down the big tree. The tall branches of parasitic trees and ancient trees overlap in the grass.

Let's go The beautiful grass cries for it.

Parasitic trees are dying. Every time it rains, the fine grass mourns it.

Cry for it.

The parasitic trees were picked up by the old woodcutter in a big basket and sold to the earth kiln for burning. each

When it rains, the fine grass is still mourning and crying for it.

1924, in Shanghai

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Roses on the roadside

Go for a walk in the pine forest in the morning. I found a bunch of abandoned flowers on the tree-lined road.

Roses. The colors of roses are still bright, one is purple, the other is bright red, and the other is red.

The flowers are yellow ivory with a little blood halo.

I picked up the rose in my hand.

Fine dew has condensed on the green leaves, which was obviously sent last night.

Abandoned.

Is this the poor girl who was bullied by a fickle man? Or an unfortunate young man

Played by a crazy woman

Sweet words last night, cold dew today. ...

I took the rose home and wanted to find a vase to support it.

I have no vase. I found a broken neck bottle in a corner.

Pottery bottle.

Rose, although I can't support you with spring wine, I will.

Clear spring, clear heart. Although you have to feel sad and lonely in this broken bottle.

Jidi has fallen, but is it better than being abandoned and trampled on by the roadside?

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camellia

I came back from the mountain last night and picked some bundles of paper, clusters of autumn hawthorn and buds.

Camellia.

I put them in an iron pot and hung them on the wall.

Bright red hawthorn, light yellow solid, lined with thick green camellia-what is this?

An indescribable smell.

Black iron pots are more like deep rock bones.

I just woke up from a deep sleep this morning, and there was a fragrant no in the small room.

The famous smell of flowers.

Where did this come from? ——

It turns out that the camellia planted in the iron pot has blossomed four white flowers!

Ah, clear autumn lives in my pot!

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Illicium verum

This is when I was five or six years old. I think of my mother now, and suddenly.

Remembered this story.

66 years ago, my mother was born in Ping Huang, Guizhou. My grandfather

Duke Du Zhuo was a state official in Ping Huang at that time. Soon after he took office, he met the Miao people and launched an uprising.

As a result, the city fell, and my grandfather killed my four-year-old aunt and committed suicide in court.

My grandmother and her seven-year-old third aunt jumped into the pool in the State Council and died, both men and women.

Most of the maids died. Our mother was only one year old, and nanny Liu took us

Mother jumped into the pool on her back, but fled.

Come out. I met two bandits on the road and was robbed of gold and silver jewelry for the first time.

I was robbed of my clothes for the second time. Liu, a loyal nurse, begged some at the farmer's house.

Cover yourself with straw and run away behind your mother's back. I ran away to meet the loyalist talents who came to help later.

Come on, save. First it flows to the capital of Guizhou, then to the capital of Yunnan, relying on others.

Under all kinds of abuse, but the loyal nurse Liu has always protected us.

Mom. Until my mother was four years old, my uncle went to Ping Huang to collect the body and went to Yunnan by land.

Brought my mother and nanny Liu back to Sichuan.

Mother suffered such misfortune when she was young.

My mother came to our home at the age of fifteen, as well as our existing brothers and sisters.

Sister * * * There are eight people. I heard that one brother and three sisters died. At that time, our family was poor,

Cooking, washing and sweeping the floor should be shared with my sister-in-law, and my mother has to rest when she has more children, which makes her suffer a lot.

cut/shed/downsize the number of the staff

Busy with housework during the day and washing diapers under the vegetable oil lamp at night with my brother on my back.

Jing, I saw it with my own eyes when I was a child, and I still remember it now.

Mother is very weak because of overwork. Every year,

I always faint in autumn, which was called "dizziness" in the old society, but now I want to.

Come on, I'm afraid it's puerperal uterine disease because of poor parenting.

When she was ill, her mother fell asleep in bed and just groaned and vomited all day.

Needless to say, rice cannot be eaten, and sometimes even tea can hardly be imported. Want this?

After two weeks, I gradually recovered, which was a complete disaster.

Sick, too.

The story of banana flower is related to this disease.

In rural Sichuan, it is said that this plantain flower is a good medicine for dizziness. mother

When I'm sick, I have to ask people to buy banana flowers everywhere. But this banana flower is not

Easy to buy. Because bananas are not easy to bloom in Sichuan, once they bloom, they are hometown.

People in the village regard it as an auspicious thing and refuse to sell it easily. I finally got a banana flower,

When we were young, we should care about the price of two fat chickens.

Bought plantain flowers, petals are useless, only petals are available.

Banana seeds Banana seeds are useless once they have borne fruit. They are only used in China.

This is the stage when banana seeds are almost pistils. It's really impossible to pick many of these on a flower.

A banana seed.

This kind of banana is not delicious at all. All of us who have eaten bananas are like this.

I'm afraid eating that banana seed is just like eating a banana, which is all wet. There was once a mother.

When I was eating banana seeds, I was given a bamboo stick by the bed. It's too astringent for me to get in.

Mouth.

The story of banana flower has something to do with my mother's dizziness.

We Sichuanese are mostly from other provinces. After Zhang pingding Sichuan-

Sichuanese have a saying: "Zhang suppressed Sichuan, killing chickens as an example"-Qing Dynasty.

There seems to be a huge immigration movement in the early days. Sichuanese from other provinces have their own characteristics.

Guild halls, even small towns and villages, are also available.

Our ancestors were originally from Fujian, in Ninghua County, the capital of Tingzhou. I heard there were others.

Our relatives live there. Our ancestors entered Sichuan in the early Qing Dynasty.

Bu lives in a small village under Mount Emei. Our Fujian people's guild hall is Tianhou Palace.

For a goddess named "Empress Dowager". This Tianhou Palace was also discovered in our village.

One.

That was when I was five or six years old. Our mother is ill again. So do I/So am I/Me too.

My second brother, who is four years older than me, goes to Tianhou Palace together. The harem left us that day.

The home is only half a mile away, and there is a scattered library in it, where children from Fujian study.

Location. When we went, the museum was already on holiday, probably around the Mid-Autumn Festival. I

Through the window, the children saw a bunch of bananas in the scattered museum garden, one of which happened to be in full bloom.

Big yellow flowers are like lotus flowers with pointed petals. We are very happy. At that time, we

I look for plantain flowers at home, but I can't find them anywhere. We discussed it and climbed up the window.

Go pick that banana flower. The window is only three or four feet high, but I am still

I can't turn over. My second brother went behind my back. We both had a hard time picking the buds.

Second brother came down, afraid of being seen, hid Lai under his clothes and went back the same way. Back home,

Second brother asked me to give the bud to my mother. I held it and ran to my mother's bed. My mother

Ask me where I got it, and I'll say it's from Tianhou Palace. My mother

When I heard this, I was very angry. She told us to kneel before the bed and just sighed again and again.

He said calmly, "Ah, it is better to be a mother than to give birth to a disappointing child like you."

It is better to die of illness! "We all cried, but I also know why things cry. no

After a while, my father found out, and he dragged us to kneel in front of our ancestors in the lobby and beat us.

Let's go for a while. Only this time I got the palm, which is still fresh in my memory.

We were beaten and sad at the same time. But I don't know why I asked my father,

Mother's anger. Mother is ill and wants to eat banana flowers. I picked a flower elsewhere in the garden,

Why did you make such a big mistake?

The plantain flower was useless, and it was given back to the queen mother, telling about the goddess of the Virgin.

Did you kill it in front of the seat?

Such a story, when I think of my mother now, comes to my mind inexplicably.

Let's go I have been away from home for 12 and 13 years now. It is a stormy night in the new autumn.

I miss my mother, my nose is sore and my eyes are swollen.

Ah, mom, my dear mom! Your son has reached middle age and is in the sea.

I'm married and have children. Why did the story of picking banana flowers when I was a child make dad

I already know how sad my parents are. However, I just because

Knowing this, I lost the confidence and courage to pick colorful plantain flowers. Is this progress?

Really?

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Angel Du

Rhododendron, the soul of our hometown, occupies a place in literature, I'm afraid any bird does.

How about ...

When it comes to cuckoo, there seems to be endless poetry in our hearts.

Needless to say, it has become the incarnation of Wang Di. Sometimes it is considered unlucky.

A beautiful woman, a man who cares about the country; The voice is full of homesickness and blood; Unfortunately,

Sadness, purity and sincerity ... have become the symbol of love in people's minds. This love

This symbol seems to have become a national sentiment.

Moreover, this feeling has transcended the national scope, and most eastern countries have been affected.

Infection. Take Japanese as an example, the position of Du Fu in literature is no less than that of China.

However, this is really the biggest example of misnomer.

Rhododendron is a kind of gray-black bird, with unattractive feathers and bossy habits.

Hold on.

Rhododendrons do not build nests or hatch eggs to feed young birds. During the breeding season, eggs are laid in

In the warbler's nest, let the warbler hatch eggs for it and feed its young. The little cuckoo is bigger than the little warbler. When it grows up, it will be very

Bigger than a female warbler. After the cuckoo chicks hatch, they are pushed out of the nest every time and let them crow.

Hunger froze to death, and it monopolized the feeding of female warblers. Yinger was cheated by cuckoo and didn't know it.

Try to feed the cuckoo chicks older than yourself; It's really an injustice, an order.

Scenes of people crying.

Thinking of these realities, I think we can use the name cuckoo to deceive the world.

The author's specimen. However, you can't blame the cuckoo. Rhododendron is just Rhododendron, it doesn't.

People have never been asked to think of it as a beautiful woman or a person with lofty ideals.

People's wisdom is not far from that of warblers, relying entirely on subjective images and ignoring reality.

There are many examples

Therefore, throughout the ages, there are countless cuckoos. future

What will happen? Although Yingying can't answer this question, people should be able to.

Answered it.

1936 Spring

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Peony and others

Chinese herbaceous peony

Last night, I went backstage to Cathay Pacific to express my condolences to Qu Yuan's friends. I saw one.

Unfortunately, the peony was abandoned under the dresser, so I picked it up.

There are two bone flowers on the branch, both of which have not yet opened; This must be a wreath for Qu Yuan.

I was abandoned at that time.

Fortunately, I was not trampled under my feet in such a messy place and was left under the table.

Take it back to the apartment, cut off a long stalk and burn an incision on the plant oil lamp.

Yes, I put it in a small white magnetic bottle on my desk.

When I got up in the morning, I saw the peony in the bottle. The flowers are pink and the leaves are blue.

Green, smiling at me trembling.

April 12

Shi Shui

In my opinion, pebbles in water are the most wonderful works of art.

What I am afraid of is harmony, smoothness and various shapes, patterns and colors.

This is beyond the reach of human resources.

It is not necessarily the aragonite in Yuhuatai, but also the riverside stone piles that can be seen everywhere.

It is worth pondering.

If you are squatting by the water and piling stones, are you willing to pay attention to the water?

To discover a strange world.

That world is gorgeous and novel, but simple and modest.

A kind of beauty with great connotation.

But those stones are not easy to get out of the water.

Take it out of the water. When the water is not dry, it still retains its beauty. wait for

When the water is dry, the beauty is gone.

I feel more or less aware of the secrets of art.

April 12

adult man

There is a large stone pool in front of the Yiyuan Garden in Zhangjia Garden. The bottom of the pool is inclined for people to use.

The upper and lower stone steps must have been cut out to make a swimming pool. But there is not a drop of water in it.

Yes Because the stone cracks are tightly built, there is not a grass, and a money moss mark is steamed.

I used to live nearby, occasionally went for a walk and saw troops stationed nearby.

Sometimes I practice at the bottom of the pool. These are all temporary life in this stone pool.

The meteor of life.

Once an enemy plane attacked, a firebomb was thrown into this stone pool and exploded.

Several slates were broken and some gravel was burnt.

The bullet was not big and was quickly filled with crushed gravel. adult man

Nature is injured, with scars.

Before long, the scar was covered with green weeds.

There is a magical life continent in the stone pool.

On the morning of April 26th.

mother love

I will never forget this tragic picture.

It was on the night of May 3rd three years ago that enemy planes bombed and killed many people.

People.

Going up the mountain from Guanyinyan the next morning, I saw two protection team members carrying a plane.

The body of the woman who turned into coke.

But look carefully, not just one person, mother and son are tied together.

Holding a baby on his chest, the other curled up in front of his abdomen.

Well, I'm afraid I'm three years old.

Both mother and son are burnt bones, completely burnt together.

But is this just charcoal?

On the morning of April 30th, 1942

Yifan Public Library (shuku.net)

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