You are the april day of the world

Chapter 5 Prose (5)
You yourself have always been stubbornly trying to work hard, and you will use all your lively enthusiasm to encourage others to try, and to encourage the "time" to try - this kind of work is the most suspected of being in the limelight, and only you have the guts to be tough I can stand it!I still remember that when you wanted to print a collection of poems, I sweated for you, and to be honest, I felt embarrassed for you among the talented old-timers. You are so anxious, but you actually put on a straight face and grabbed two drumsticks to open the way for literature and art, even sweeping the floor, laying flowers, regardless of the criticism of the old forces and the suspicion of the new forces. "That kind of vigor will be rarely seen elsewhere in the future.

Now that you are gone, these things are gradually blurred in people's memory, and your poems and articles are also scattered in various small collections, pressed behind the new book with a very fresh cover. Whoever talks about you is not a horse Barely admitting that you are a force in the past is to use the ability to criticize and underestimate your poems (prose people rarely mention it, maybe "prose writers" are not as glorious as poets, so they are not worth noting), friends, there is no way However, I am not discouraged at all because I have my beliefs.

I think our motivation for writing poems is as simple and sincere as mentioned above; because at a certain moment, or at a certain moment, we are keenly exposed to the edge of life, or accidentally touch the clouds and stars on the peak of ideals, and we can't help but be absent. In the language we are used to, if we weave a string or two of sentences that are close to music, to comfort ourselves, liberate ourselves, and pursue the super-practical reality, more than half of the readers’ reactions must be as honest as our poetry writers’ Innocence, I just want to touch the background of life with beautiful longing from musical pleasure in the middle of our sentences; to build a pontoon bridge with our emotions to their emotions; to add some inspiration to their lives with our inspiration. Fresh; knead our pains and sorrows into their own melancholy comforts!
Whether our works will survive for a long time depends on whether they will live in the hearts of those people we have never known, the readers of our works, scattered at different times and places who do not know each other. This kind of thing has its own laws, and we don't need to care about it.As far as I know, your poems are still floating here, and your shadow is tied in those poems in varying shades, and the other end is printed in the hearts of many strangers.Friends, don't underestimate this indirect existence, many enthusiastic people will increase their awareness of existence for your existence.Sadness is only for your closest friends and like-minded endeavors, the fact that you are not among them will always be a void that cannot be filled.

After you left, everyone proposed to set up a "Zhimo Prize" for you to continue your original ambition of encouraging others to work hard in poetry and prose, and to barely symbolize your enthusiasm for supporting literary creation, so that young people who don't know you will always cherish you. affectionate.If you don’t feel that this matter is too cold and not hot enough, I hope you forgive your friends for their painstaking efforts, and give us the courage to do these stupid things with a smile in the dark.

published in
On December 1935, 12, the 8th weekly special issue of "Ta Kung Pao Literary Supplement"

Spider Silk and Plum Blossoms

It is really just two spider threads, gently leading from the edge of the door frame to a plum blossom.It's just two filaments, shining against the sun... If there are more, is that still decent?How can a modern family allow the cobweb to play mischief in broad daylight, no matter how beautiful, mysterious, and detailed it is, enough to make you think of all nature, the magic and inconceivability of creation; It should be blush and special enough for winter!But the bright and thin ones are a bit like silver, and also a bit like filaments made of glass. They are really not annoying, especially because they are so chic and elegant, and they are slanted on the branches of plum blossoms intentionally or unintentionally. .

You look at that wire, the winter sun is shining all over the house, the windows are bright and clean, every budding, open, and half-bloomed plum blossom is there, and the fragrance is full, and the emotions can’t help but fill your heart with confusion and mistyness, oscillating in the moment of time .As thin and unnecessary as a spider's thread, thoughts begin to be thrown out: from the past to the future, conscious and non-conscious, the plum blossoms of the door frame lead out of the universe, and the clouds and waves are uncertain.Whether it is human nature, art, or philosophy, you have no time to care about it, you can't stop your overflowing emotions, galloping thoughts, and a spider's thread can travel thousands of miles in an instant!
It’s like you are a spider, and there are cobwebs that you weave around you, carefully pulling the heaven and the earth, no matter how many times the wind and rain will blow it off, you will not stop this basic activity of life.At this moment, "...a branch is slanted, and the fragrance is unknown..."

Take plum blossoms as an example, strings of red stamens are adorned on the beautiful and proud bones, the cutest and most rewarding, when the half-blossoms are scattered on the old branches, your heart will beat!Plum blossoms are most afraid of blooming; when they bloom, they have nothing to say.Simply disabled, the smell of fragrance and the fire at night can become a kind of gentle desolation.

Remember, that is to plum blossoms and magnolias.At the beginning, a friend said that the magnolia had just finished blooming at the time of first love, and the weather was warm every day. He lived by the lake, walked in the woods by the lake every night, and sat on a secluded rock to watch the lights on the other side. Only when the land is facing a distant city with vast blue and cold stars can we grasp the emotions in our hearts and put them in the most reliable and purest group of thoughts, so as not to desecrate or startle those who are "worried about convincing" people.

It was the scene of a very young man's first love—the object is vague and distant, but he seeks the depth of "self" depression—he asked about the girl's emotions.

Right here, I suddenly remembered plum blossoms.One branch or two, old branches and twigs, swaying, twisting, drawing shadows, and spraying fine fragrance; the sun is lightly golden on the floor; the walls are full of beauty, and the books and bookmarks on the bookshelves seem to be speaking; I can't remember who wrote the couplet; the middle article is Dongpo's poem.You hold your breath, barely daring to breathe, stand on tiptoe, your small figure is embedded in the middle of the study, watching the afterglow as the window, the shadows of flowers swaying, you seem to have lost something, a little lost.It's also like "Blame Dongfeng deliberately looking for each other", a bit out of ideas!Romance, extreme romance. "Who will sweep the flying flowers all over the ground?" You ask, the emotional wind blows, rolls over, and stays on the cherished flowers.Looking back, the flowers are still smiling.

"Such a graceful, who can understand the meaning of flowers", you are more silent, feel the loneliness of flowers almost enthusiastically, start to pity flowers, and give all your sympathy poetically to Huaxin!

This is not the first love, but the era of unloved, self-consciously "understanding the meaning of flowers".The difference in emotion is not only different between men and women, but also between the East and the West.Even if the emotions are basically the same, the symbols of the emotions, the things on which the emotions rest, and the things they rest on are often different.The association of water and stars with western emotions has long been a habit.A star twinkled in the blue sky, and the first-class cold stream poured out a melancholy calm, which aroused their poetic surges, and sweetly and enthusiastically sang "Her Eyes" scattered by the pens of those goose feathers in their hearts. Like stars shining in the evening sky", or "Bright as a single star, shining in the late sky", or "How many times, beside the first-class clear water, sorrow leaned on her drooping face".

Cherishing flowers, detoxifying flowers is too oriental, intimacy with nature, and the delicacy of human nature are the traditional oriental emotions.

In addition, there are ages and sizes, the same is sad, but it is full of joy. At the age of 16, the breeze is messy, not decadent, not empty, standing on the feet of ideals and full of hope, the East and the West are the same.When one is old, the pulse is misty and rainy, and the vigor of the poem is damaged by moaning or complaining.People like Xiangshan, Jiaxuan, Dongpo, and Fang Weng's white hair are rarely not included in the poems, at least they are unpleasant.It's a long way to go, I just said that it is cherishing flowers, and all the people in the East can't avoid this hobby. It doesn't matter whether the old ones are swaying their sticks with snowy temples, and they have thousands of eyebrows in the boudoir.

The most cherished flower is the "spring red" such as crabapple, which is so delicate and bright, and the ground is full of red after blooming, which arouses sympathy and sadness too much.But even if we have the same flowers in the west, we still lack our veranda gardens.Only with "how deep is the courtyard" can there be a unique emotion in the courtyard.If Li Yi'an's "Slanting Wind and Drizzle" hadn't been "The Heavy Door Must Be Closed", it wouldn't be as deep and lovely as "Depression"; Li Houzhu's "Who Will Come All Day" also has a unique taste of loneliness.You need a garden to see flowers, and you need to be deeply locked inside to get acquainted. From time to time, you have to have window railings to give you a little support, although you don’t need to lean on twelve railings, it’s so weak and boring.

Of course, there are too many sorrows in the old poems; a poem is like a beautiful securities, which can be cashed according to the market price!Therefore, the garden is full of flowers, chaotic red, dusk, too much loneliness, and poetry often loses its honesty.In Western poetry, love is always at the forefront, or "forget", or "remember", the moon is for love, and the flowers are also for love, as long as they are all true feelings, they are not too boring.In terms of good on both sides.Comparing their moonlight with ours, it seems that the moonlight is much more intense.Not to mention the flowers; our flowers "are not ready to be picked to form bouquets or crowns for lovers", but they are graceful and individual, and they accept love songs from the position of lovers.

Therefore, the most natural object of love when you are not in love is the flower, not because of the emotion caused by the flower-it doesn't matter when you are 16-it is just the emotion of consciously unraveling the flower just mentioned, pinned on the beautiful and speechless, your heart Folding it's unique rhyme and solitude, you are moved by the flower, to be honest, it's not bad for you to fall in love with the same flower - the surprise and ecstasy are no less than that of first love.And that staring, that contemplation...a spider's thread!Memory is also the same spider thread, which hangs on the plum blossom and is pulled out from the plum blossom branches. Although it has not been woven into a dense web, the before and after of this poetry is the emotional connection that has been separated by more than ten years.

The afternoon sun is still slanting, the courtyard is quiet, and there are few shadows, the window lattices and plum blossoms in the room are still in harmony to form a pattern, and the two spider threads can be regarded as a miracle in winter. When you look at them, they really look like silver. It is also a bit like glass, but it hangs so obliquely on the branches of plum blossoms.

published in
On December 1936, 2, the 2th weekly special issue of "Ta Kung Pao Literary Supplement"

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