The Complete Works of Xu Zhimo's Classical Prose

Chapter 13 Catching Duckweed on the Edge of Autumn Dream (12)
But that's the saddest end, an unnecessary idea; we might as well seek our way where there is light.Now we don't need to ask the members whether they want the club, the club is already there, as long as everyone does their part, things will be easy.It's a matter of being one among us as a group, in the name of this new moon.Whatever it is, what do you want to do?Several of us founders have to admit that we have not shown our edges and corners in these two months.In today's society, doing things is either mediocre or obscene, and being a man is either a scholar or a countryman.It is almost an obligation we owe to others and to ourselves.It’s not bad to have a good club, with comfortable sofas to lie on, delicious meals to eat, and considerable books and newspapers to read; but lying on sofas is by no means the purpose of our association, nor is it our purpose to eat good food.Yes, we have held meetings before, such as the New Year's annual meeting, Lantern Festival lantern show, Guqin meeting, calligraphy and painting meeting, and reading meeting, but these many meetings can only be regarded as seasonal embellishments, and the occasional interest of community members is by no means The clear light of the real new moon is by no means the edges and corners we imagined.If our equipment is calligraphy, painting, piano and chess plus tea and wine, if the goal of our actions is the entertainment and entertainment of the gentlemen and wives of the property class, then our Crescent Club will not change into an ancient new world or a new one. the old world?I can't stand the smell of Petty bourgeois at first.

At the same time, the sensitive gentlemen have made many wonderful speculations about our New Moon Society.Because some of our social friends work in banks, some people say that we are capitalist organizations.Because there are one or two famous politicians in our community, some people say that we are an organ of a certain party or department.Because there are quite a few colleagues from Peking University in our community, some people say that we are an organization of Peking University.Because there are men and women among our members, some people say that we are radicals.There are many such gossips; but this kind of thinking is just like the gentleman lying on the bed calling for help. In his sleep, he saw a monster the size of a wheel trying to eat him with its mouth as big as a blood basin. In fact, it was his wife. There's a flea crawling up his belly!

We are not afraid of fleas, but it is shameful not to show the edges and corners.At this time, it is useless for me to blow air alone in the heavy snow in Siberia. If there are things to do in the future, everyone will need to work together to help.A few people who love to dream, have a bit of creative ability, and have a bit of stupidity to refuse to admit defeat. Together, what dynasty can't be overthrown, and what career can't be accomplished?At the beginning, several brothers and sisters of the Rakshati family, together with Morris Penn Jones and several friends, opened up a new path in the art world, and the Shaw, Bernard, and Weber couples together also opened up a new path in the political and ideological circles. road.New moon, new moon, can't our new moon be cut out of paper?Friends wait, I will chat with you when the brothers go to Alpas.

March [-] Siberia

Cambridge as I know it

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Most of the twists and turns in my life have found clues to my feelings.Regardless of anything else, just talk about studying.I came to England to get from Russell.When Russell came to China, I was already in the United States.When the inaccurate news of his death came, I really didn't shed enough tears, so I wrote a eulogy.I am naturally happy that he is not dead.I got rid of the temptation of Columbia University's doctorate, bought a boat ticket to cross the Atlantic Ocean, and wanted to study a little seriously with this twentieth-century Froutel.Unexpectedly, when he arrived in the UK, he knew that things had changed: one was that he advocated peace during the war, and the other was that he was divorced. Russell asked Cambridge to be expelled. He used to be a fellow of Trinity College, and now his fellowship was also cancelled.After he returned to England, he lived in London, and the husband and wife sold articles to make a living.Therefore, I have never fulfilled my original wish to study.I was in the London School of Economics for half a year, and when I was feeling bored and wanted to change my way, I met Mr. Dickinson.Dickinson Galsworthy Lowes Dickinson is a well-known author. His two booklets, Letters from John Chinaman and A Modern Symposium, have long been admired by me.The first time I met him was at the meeting of the League of Nations Association in London, when Mr. Lin Zongmeng gave a speech and he was the chairman; the second time was when Zongmeng had tea in Zongmeng's apartment with him.From now on I often go to his house.He saw my boredom and advised me to go to Cambridge. He himself is a fellow of Kings College.I wrote to ask the two colleges, and they all said that the places were full early, and then Mr. Dickinson went to his college for me and agreed to give me the qualification of a special student, and I could choose subjects to attend lectures.Since then, the scenery of black square scarves and black cloaks has also been occupied by me.At first I rented a few huts in Shashidun, a village six miles away from Cambridge, where I lived with my former wife, Ms. Zhang Youyi, and Mr. Guo Yushang.Every morning I go to school by streetcar (sometimes by bicycle) and come home late.I lived this kind of life for a spring, but I was just a stranger in Cambridge, and I didn’t know anyone. It can be said that I have never tasted the life in Cambridge. All I know is a library, a few classrooms, and three or two. A tea shop for cheap meals.Dickinson was often in London or on the Continent, so I didn't see him often.In the autumn of that year, I went back to Cambridge alone, and it was a whole school year. Only then did I have the opportunity to get close to the real life in Cambridge, and at the same time, I slowly "discovered" Cambridge.I have never known a greater pleasure.

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"Alone" is an interesting phenomenon.I sometimes think of it as the first condition of any discovery.In order to discover the "truth" of your friend, you must have the opportunity to be alone with him.If you want to discover your own truth, you have to give yourself a chance alone.You have to discover a place (places are also spiritual), and you have to have the opportunity to play alone.In our lifetime, seriously, how many people can we know?How many places can you recognize?We're all in too much of a hurry, too little chance of being alone.To be honest, I don't even know much about my hometown.I think Cambridge is quite friendly, and maybe there is only the newly-acquainted Fei Lengcui.Ah, those early mornings and those evenings, I was alone in Cambridge like a madman!Absolutely alone.

But how embarrassing is it for a person to write about his favorite object, whether it is a person or a place?You are afraid, you are afraid of spoiling it when you describe it, you are afraid of annoying it if you say it too much, you are afraid that you will let it down if you say it is too cautious.I want to write about Cambridge now, and it is precisely this kind of mentality. I have never written it before, and I know that this time it is not good, and it is a temporary forced thing.But I can't help but write, the preview of the previous issue has already been released.I want to forcefully divide it into two sections: one is the natural scenery of Cambridge that I know; the other is the student life in Cambridge that I know.I can only write some minimally tonight, and I will make up when I have an interest in the future.

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The spirituality of Cambridge is all on one river; the Cam River, I dare say, is the most beautiful water in the world.The name of the river is Granta, and it is also called River Caun. There may be a difference between the upper and lower streams, but I don't know very well.There are many twists and turns on the river, and the upper reaches are the famous Byrons Pool, where Byron used to play; there is an old village called Glenkisted, and there is an orchard where you can lie in the peach and plum trees Drinking tea under the shade, the flowers and fruits will hang into your teacup, and the little sparrows will come to your table to peck, it is really a special world.This is the upstream; the downstream is from Qianstedun, the river spreads out, and that is the place for boat racing in spring and summer.There is a dam at the boundary between the upper and lower rivers, and the water flow is very fast. Listening to the sound of the water under the starlight, listening to the evening bells near the village, and listening to the sound of weary cows grazing on the riverside is the most mysterious thing in my Cambridge experience: the natural Elegance, serenity, and harmony flood your soul unexpectedly in the tacit understanding of starlight and wave light.

But the essence of the River Cam is in its middle stream, the famous "Backs", on both banks are the buildings of several of the most prestigious colleges.Down from above are Pembroke, St. Katharine's, King's, Clare, Trinity, St. John's.The most lingering section is the adjoining place between Clare and the Royal Academy. The beauty of Clare is next to the grandeur of the King's Chapel.There are more beautiful and more solemn buildings in other places, such as the area around the Louvre on the Seine River in Paris, the banks of the Rialto Bridge in Venice, and the surroundings of the Emerald Vecchio Bridge; but the "Backs" of Cambridge Bridge has its own Specialty, it is not easy to use one or two adjectives to sum up. Its clear and elegant artistic conception, which is completely dusty, can be said to go beyond painting and give birth to the magic of music.Nothing could be more harmonious and well-proportioned than this group of buildings!In terms of painting, only Corot's fields can be compared; in terms of music, only Chopin's nocturnes can be compared.Just this, it can't give you a vague impression, the beauty it gives you is simply a kind of godliness.

If you stand in the shade of the big tree beside the Royal College Bridge and look out, on the right side, separated by a large shallow lawn, is our Fellows Building (Fellows Building). Unsurprisingly, its pale stone walls are dotted with bright roses in spring and summer trembling in the breeze, and to the left is the church, with forest-like pavilions pointing straight at the sky forever; Leia, Ah!That unbelievable and exquisite quadrangle, who said that this is not the incarnation of St. Clare, that one stone does not shine with her holy spirit?Indistinctly recognizable behind Clare is Trinity, the most luxurious and indulgent college in Cambridge, with a stunning statue of Byron sitting on its library building facing the river.

But at this moment, your attention has already been captured by Clare's three-ring hole bridge like magic.Have you ever seen the Xiling Broken Bridge on the White Embankment of West Lake?You can't forget the mottled moss on the bridge, the ancient color of the wooden fence, and the lake and mountain scenery leaked under the arch of the bridge, right?Kleiya does not have such a decent backdrop, and it is no more than the Guanyin Bridge next to the Qixian Temple on Lushan Mountain, overlooking the strange peaks of the Wulao, facing the deep pool and waterfalls; it is just a small bridge with three ring holes Its bridge openings are only covered with fine lines of ripples and whirling tree shadows, and the rows of small penetrating rails on its bridge and the double white stone balls on the top of the railings are just vanilla and grass on the head of a village girl. Wild flowers and other decorations; but if you look at it intently, look even more intently, and then reflect on your state of mind, do you see if there is still a trace of vulgar thoughts stuck?As long as your aesthetic instinct is not extinguished, this is your chance to realize the magic of pure beauty!

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