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From Herb Garden to Lu Xun's San Tan Yin Yue

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 mulberries; 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 Lotus House, and Polygonum multiflorum Thunb has swollen roots. Some people say that the root of Polygonum multiflorum Thunb is human-shaped and can become immortal after eating it, so I often pull it up, and I keep pulling it up and breaking the mud wall, but never.

I've seen fragments that look like humans. If you are not afraid of thorns, you can also pick raspberries, like small coral beads, which are sour and sweet, and the color and taste are far better than mulberry.

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. The 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 reason for his gain and loss, and he just smiled quietly: "You are too impatient to wait for it to go 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 bricks were thrown on the partition wall of Liang's house, maybe it's because I jumped off the stone well fence ... I don't 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 plaque in the middle: three pools print the moon; Below the plaque is a photo of a fat sika deer crouching under an old tree. Without Confucius memorial tablet, we would pay tribute to the plaque and deer. 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. 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 small, you can climb the flower bed to fold wintersweet, 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, the students went to the garden too much for too long, but they couldn't do it. Mr. Wang shouted in the study:

"Where has everyone gone!"

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 stared a few times, loudly way:

"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.

"Iron wishful, charming command, a sit all surprised; 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.

Second, lyric prose.

Wei Wei's Love of Parting

I came to North Korea with the cry of victory. I saw the people here again, the mountains and rivers here. What a beautiful autumn, here, it is no longer scorched earth and ashes, it is a bustling place, and Wanshan is covered with red carpets. Korean pine covered with elastic skin is still alive, standing proudly on the high rocks, the whistle in the valley is jubilant, and egrets are flying slowly in the rice fields. On that mountain path, by the clear water, the girls walked back to their homes full of cosmos with colorful long skirts, bamboo baskets and water jugs. Seeing all these scenes and recalling the experience of the Korean people is really exciting and joyful! However, these days, when the volunteers are about to break up with them, they are deeply separated from each other. They can bear the great war and the hardships of rebuilding their homes, but they can't bear such a heavy separation. The same is true of volunteers. In the eight years away from the motherland, they always think about and miss the motherland. However, once they leave the people who once forged the friendship of life and death, they are infinitely attached. What do you use to express your ideas? What do soldiers have? They only have a pair of calloused hands and a sincere heart. In this limited moment before parting, I saw that they were busy day and night. Comrades of the People's Army are about to take over defense. They painted the barracks again and again, even if there were a few mud spots on the wall, and even a kettle should be polished. In order to beautify the camp, they simply became the legendary goddess of refining stones and mending the sky. They climbed from Dongshan to Xishan and ran from Beiling to Nanhe. They collected red stones, white stones, yellow stones and green stones, and dug up the green velvet of moss. They put lace around every house and built flower beds for every yard. They said it was a flower bed, but it was actually a picture embroidered on the ground. There are dragons, phoenixes, lions and tigers, white rabbits and butterflies, violets in the water, red berries in the snow, Tiananmen Square and Peony Peak surrounded by white clouds. If you look carefully, you will see the painstaking efforts of the soldiers: they soaked red paint with flashlights to make the eyes of a small white rabbit; Cut off the bottle mouth, inlaid with porcelain bowls, and made spots on the wings of butterflies; Even in the gargle pool, a red sun, a rooster and a greeting of "good morning" were built. As the soldier's poem says, "Gardens are full of flowers, and flowers are like sitting in an embroidered building". The flowers and plants here are permeated with the sweat and affection of the soldiers! In addition, the soldiers also left their favorite things to their comrades in the People's Army, and in every gift room, they showed their hearts. Even though I have been in the army for many years, I have never understood so many secrets of soldiers. These gifts, which they never want to use and never show to others, have been hidden in the innermost layer of small luggage. They have been hiding for many years, travelling with them, even at the expense of their lives in from the mire. This time, in order to leave the country, for the most precious friendship, their secret was leaked. There are handkerchiefs that lovers make overnight when they break up, embroidered sock soles that they carry as soon as they join the army, porcelain bowls that have been handed down from generation to generation, embroidered purses for sisters, lovesickness cups in their bridal chambers, and belts made of red wool by their fiancee. These love things, that is, themselves, just take a look when no one is around, and then hide in a hurry. Today, however, they took them out, wrote poems on red paper and put them here. There is a pair of embroidered soles with a poem: A wife makes thousands of socks, and the river sends them away. Love is like a river, the water always flows. This sock is in my heart, hidden in my bag for four years, and given to my comrades to express my feelings. My two hearts hope to be connected forever. These touching gifts are hard for other soldiers to accept. Warrior Hu Mingfu and other three comrades decided to make embroidered handkerchiefs for the people's army. They didn't have cloth, so they pulled the wrapping paper, found pigments, dyed several strands of thread, and put alkali in the dyeing process to make it never fade. The warrior who killed the enemy picked up the embroidery needle and became an embroidered woman. Embroidery, embroidery, two embroidered handkerchiefs are finally embroidered. They also wrote such a poem: rough hand embroidery is deeper at night, needle by needle embroidery, needle and thread are close to the heart, and the friendship between China and North Korea is deeper than the sea. At this limited moment, the soldiers are still thinking in many ways and doing their part for the local elders. When they think about which streams are difficult to pass when mountain torrents come, they set up stone bridges and slab bridges, dig a well next to the scattered cottages, and add manhole covers to the wells which are close to the road. They also went door to door to see whose house was leaking, so they spread new grass on it and painted it with plaster. They also picked up American bomb fragments, lit them, made them into sickles, cut down vines and made them into baskets, made them into small round tables with legs according to the style of North Korea, and then distributed them to Abaki and Amani in North Korea. Other skilled soldiers also made small pistols, kaleidoscopes and ice carts for children and carved lead crutches for the elderly. When these experienced old people put crutches in their hands, tears welled up in their dim eyes. They feel that they have lived for several generations and have never seen such an army, making kaleidoscopes and leading crutches! They praised China Producer Party and Mao Zedong for their good teaching. The hearts of these China children are simply hearts of gold, hearts of silver and hearts of crystal stone! In Riyan Town, Yang De County, I saw soldiers repairing a house with Korean flavor. It turned out that there was a hunchbacked and widowed woman in the village, with four children, who had no house for ten years and was running around. This house was built for her. With deep love, the soldiers dyed the colonnade red, painted birds, insects and flowers under the cornices, and painted the picture of the two peoples fighting side by side. It was not until the day before departure that they dried the house and framed it with white paper. It was very lively when moving. The troops dispatched dozens of soldiers, some carrying pots and pans, some carrying wood, some carrying straw bags, and some driving piglets. Piglets lined up with drums creaking and making a lot of noise, sending the family to their new home. Then, the soldiers held hands and danced around the North Korean mother in the room. The North Korean mother fell on the soldiers' shoulders and shed tears. At this time, his old mother also came from Yang De. The gray-haired old man filled a glass of wine and held it to the political commissar's lips, saying that she had a dream last night. She said that she dreamed that a dragon fell from the sky. This dragon roamed Ran Ran in the air, disappeared, and heard the music of a school. In the music, I don't know how many volunteers came from all directions, came to my daughter and danced around her, just like the soldiers dancing around her today. She said that in the dream, her daughter lifted her skirt with both hands, and volunteers rushed to throw flowers and jewels into her arms. Those jewels also say "Shoufu". Those flowers look light, but when they fall, each one is heavy, which makes the skirt sink. ..... affectionate people, what wonderful songs you have written for our army! It is conceivable that people will leave such an army, how can they not be deeply attached to it! However, the date of the volunteers is still approaching day by day. North Korea's elders, they really have no interest in working during the day and can't sleep well at night. They repeatedly asked the volunteers about their schedules in case people left quietly. As soon as they hear the sound of a car, they will open the doors and windows and look around. If any soldier comes to their house, Armani will take out a copper bowl of chestnuts, or they will grab hot eggs from the chicken coop and stuff them into your arms. They also invite familiar soldiers to their homes, kill chickens, buy wine and watch you eat, as if to relax. Wenjing has 22 old mothers. They raised money, prepared food and drinks, and invited dozens of soldiers to talk. That night, they poured out their feelings to the children in China. Some people say that when you leave, it's like I lost an arm. Some people say that when you leave, it's like food without salt. Some people say that you can carry it, and mom will carry you across the Yalu River! With tears in their eyes, they pulled the silver hairpin off their heads, took off their wedding rings that they had worn for decades, took out the small bronze bells that they had carried with them for generations when dancing, stuffed them into the arms of soldiers and put them on their fingers. They also put food into the soldiers' mouths one by one. Some people swallowed it with tears in their eyes, others turned their backs, quietly spit out the chestnuts that Armani had fed into their mouths, wrapped them in paper and carefully put them in their pockets as a lifelong commemoration of the Korean mother. The soldiers said excitedly, "If the American imperialists dare to come again, even if I live to be 80 years old and have a beard of three feet, I will take my children and grandchildren to resist US aggression and aid Korea!" The deep friendship of the Korean people is so unforgettable. Wenjing has a blind old mother. Since her daughter was taken away by the Japanese, her eyes were covered with tears from Na Yue that year. When more than twenty soldiers went to say goodbye to her, the old mother said emotionally, "You have lived here for several years, and I have never seen your face. I can't see who repaired the house you helped me repair. God, if I open my eyes and look at you, I will die immediately! " She patted her heart and touched the soldiers' chests: "Son, I can't see you. Let me touch you! " Yes, she touched more than twenty soldiers from head to toe. At this farewell moment, there is almost no place that is not a poem of friendship, but a touching poem. People have created many poems to praise this rare friendship. In Chai Men, LAM Raymond, Guyang, there lived an unknown white-haired poet. I went to visit him. Speaking of the evacuation of the volunteers, the old man sighed with great regret, took out his pen and wrote in big letters: "Just like the people." The old man also handed me five or six self-adhesive white envelopes, all of which read "78-year-old Weng Purenjun from Dongyang City, Yangde County, South Pyongan Province". When I opened them, they were all farewell poems for volunteers. One of them is: a thousand miles home, Sanqiu Yanming, brothers of the two countries, the Cangjiang River is endless. There is also a song: the night frost is red and the trees are deep in thousands of forests, which can be used as a farewell to the Ming Dynasty. Put the white-headed chariot at full power and shouted for a long time before moving the mountain city. At this farewell moment, the Korean people have deep feelings for the martyrs who died in this land. When the Jiulong River Bridge was built in Dongyang, the flowing wood was often blocked by stones. In order to eliminate the jam, young Cai jumped into the rapids, but unfortunately he was caught in the whirlpool and died. This may be the last person to die in North Korea. After the sacrifice, he was buried in the Volunteers Martyrs Cemetery. However, Dongyang people insisted on burying him in Dongyang, and chose the best Xiangyang cemetery for reburial according to Korean etiquette. Affectionate people, they want to let the men, women and children in Dongyang look up at Cai's grave and show Cai the Jiulong River Bridge for which he dedicated himself. The volunteers agreed to this request. On the day of relocation, all the men and women in Dongyang attended the funeral. It used to be excellent weather before burial, but during burial, a dark cloud suddenly came and it rained heavily. At this time, a beautiful rainbow appeared over the cemetery. After the burial, the rainbow gradually disappeared. Later, among the residents of Li Dongyang, there was a mythical explanation that the friendship between China and North Korea moved the world, so such a beautiful rainbow appeared. The day of parting has finally arrived, no matter how deep people feel about separation. The luggage was loaded into the car. This cart is covered with mules and horses. The cannon is in place. The people's army sentry has been changed at the entrance of the military camp. The soldiers cleaned the yard for the last time, filled the water tank, patted the dust on their bodies and packed their bags. That night, many Korean families didn't sleep a wink, and many people still turned on the lights at three o'clock in the middle of the night. Once again, they arranged the bouquets, put the presents in the bamboo basket, and waited for the dawn when the assembly signal was about to ring. Dawn, this is the dawn of late autumn, but people have come out, wearing thin clothes. The old man is wearing a tall black hat. Women carry bamboo baskets and children. People are holding maple leaves. Even the child on his back is holding a maple leaf in his little hand. They stood by the roadside, facing the cold breeze. The troops assembled. The women opened bamboo baskets and distributed gifts. The children climbed onto the cannon and put the red leaves on the muzzle. The little jeep was also wrapped into a float with countless colored paper strips and a string of paper flowers. Armani, children and girls, they didn't cry when they did these things. The soldiers told them not to cry last night. Village (village) cadres told volunteers not to cry in order not to be sad. They were obedient, they really stopped, and they didn't cry when they did these things. The departure number is ringing. The soldiers took up their backpacks and guns and walked towards the welcoming crowd. "Long live" sounded, the flaming maple leaves rose, and the children struggled to shed the rain of confetti and cheered: "Glory-Hista!" "glory -Istar!" (that is, "glory!" The footsteps of volunteers moved and people's eyes were wet, but everyone endured and tried to shout slogans, but they still didn't cry. However, when the soldiers held the old mother's hand, they shouted, "Goodbye, Armani!" " I wonder if the old mother can't help it. She held the soldier's hand and was the first to cry. Then the girls, the children cried, and then the men's silent tears and low sobs. At this time, the soldiers are marching in the tears of the Korean people. This is not a person crying. This is the whole Korean nation holding its relatives and friends with sincerity! A tear of mine can't stop dripping in these thousand lines of tears. Oh, dear and respectable Korean people! You are so strong in the war! The enemy turned your town into ruins and you didn't cry; The enemy burned your home to ashes and you didn't cry; You didn't cry when the enemy killed your relatives; The enemy tied you to a tree, burned you, roasted you to death, and you didn't cry; You are really a hard bow that can't be pulled, and a king kong that can't be burned! But today, when your comrade-in-arms soldier China was leaving you, you shed so many tears! It seems that every one of you will shed tears for a lifetime today! How strong and sentimental you are! Dear respectable people, please put away your tears! Your tears have been pouring down like this, and your land is wet. I know you regret the blood of the soldiers in China and the little work of the soldiers in China. Your tears today are the highest praise for the soldiers in China and the greatest glory for the soldiers in China! I know that every drop in this rain of tears is not an ordinary tear, but a pearl of friendship that is hard to buy! In the tears of farewell, all the soldiers in China are crying. An hour has passed, and they haven't walked out of Erli Road. At this time, among the people who saw me off, I don't know who was shouting, "Stop crying and put on their backpacks!" " It's like people suddenly wake up, turn around, wipe away tears and grab the soldiers' backpacks. Children also catch them and carry them on their shoulders. The women held their robbed backpacks high above their heads and floated beside the soldiers. At this time, regardless of rank, soldiers and civilians, men and women, staggered and colorful, holding each other, crying and walking. What kind of team is this? Maybe it is not like a team, but it is the most powerful team in the world, and it is a stream of great friendship that is heart to heart and shoulder to shoulder! This huge stream, marching, marching, crossed the road of water and mountains. They marched in the flaming Shan Ye in Fenglin and in the socialist East. ".