Such stars and such moons: Qian Zhongshu and Yang Jiang's unparalleled love

Chapter 13 Precious years: how much youth is left in hand (3)
Life is alive, and there is always no more than a word of "love".Family affection, love, and friendship must be exchanged with sincerity after all.In fact, the greatest fulfillment in life is a family living together in harmony.

Lantian alone

Staying away from those intrigues, crowding out and disdain, Qian Zhongshu's body and mind became extraordinarily comfortable.It's rare for Fusheng to be free for a few days, and when I return to my home in Shanghai, drink a cup of tea, read a book, amuse my lovely daughter, and the days will be happy.

In front of his lover, he is still a child with a still childlike innocence. He either draws a face for his wife, or creates on his daughter's belly, and plays the game of "cat and mouse" with his daughter every night... It's just that after the rest, he Have to start again.

Next stop, Lantian.

In November [-], he, Xu Yanmou, Zou Wenhai and several others rushed to Lantian Township in Baoqing, Hunan.They first bought a boat ticket from Shanghai to Ningbo, and then passed through Jinhua, Ningdu, Ningxing, Luling and other places.Along the way, they waded through mountains and rivers, and they arrived at the gate of Lantian after exhausted boats and cars.

On the ferry, he looked at the beautiful scenery of the receding mountains on both sides of the river, and couldn't help thinking of his two-year-old daughter. After returning to China, he missed too many moments of her growth. How much he wanted to be with her and witness every innocence of her. .It's just that he doesn't know, the daughter who doesn't know how to miss, has long left behind the father who is drifting away on the ferry.

After more than a day of sailing, they arrived at the outskirts of Ningbo.After getting off the boat, it was getting late, so they drove by rickshaw, but they encountered heavy rain again, so they had to stay in a small hotel nearby, listening to the night rain.

Fortunately, after the storm, there is always a beautiful scene.On the second day, when they went out, they saw the lush and verdant Xuedou Mountain. They hit it off and decided to take a trip to the mountain.Perhaps, God let them stay here just to let them have a glimpse of the beautiful scenery of this famous mountain.

After the rain in the forest, the air is fresh, the singing of birds surrounds the valley, and the famous Xuedou Temple, Qian Zhongshu couldn’t help his poems flourishing, and wrote five poems in the group "Traveling in Xuedou Mountain", one of which said:

The mountain looks too ancient and quiet, and the Zhongzang Waterfall.

Reluctant to flow day and night, the rain is even more angry.

Bitterness also has tears, and the chest is willing to pour out.

It is slightly like this mountain, but don't change its degree from the outside.

The phase agreement is silent, and the long-distance service is happy to meet.

A little hate wanders a lot, but hiding it is not solid.

Heart song Mo Lang Chen, leisurely travel the other way.

Tianjiao looks at the mountains and pretends to be strong.

They stayed in Ningbo for two days before embarking on another journey.A group of several people, they first took a steamboat, then took a rickshaw, and drove for a full day before arriving in Jinhua. Unexpectedly, they stayed in Jinhua for a full week.

In the era of war and chaos, people are panic everywhere, and there is no smooth going out.The road is long and turbulent. At every stop in the future, they will be delayed for a few days, either because they cannot buy a ticket, or they are waiting for their checked luggage.Xu Yanmou, who was traveling with him, also wrote poems, vividly describing what he saw and felt at that time.

Along the way, they looked at the fields overgrown with thorns, the deserted villages, and the people fleeing everywhere, and they couldn't help feeling indignant.

"There is no smoke for ten miles, but the thorns have not been cut." Because of the Japanese invasion, the people in the once vast Zhejiang and Jiangxi areas were in dire straits.

And they are also embarrassed.

When they arrived in Luling after a long journey, they had nothing on them, so they scraped together a few copper coins and bought some roasted potatoes. A few dignified university professors no longer cared about their image, and turned their backs to eat at the corner of the street.

Fortunately, I met a kind hotel owner who not only invited them to eat chicken, but also let them stay in the hotel for free.When they were away from home, they no longer had the right to be picky. After eating, they lay down in the simple hotel with all their clothes on and rested.In the small room, fleas were flying everywhere, they couldn't sleep at night, they could only listen to the miserable wind and rain outside until dawn.

Later, Qian Zhongshu recalled: "After the rise of the army, Yu went back and forth between Zhejiang, Jiangxi, Hunan, Guangxi, Yunnan, and Guizhou... The shape is to feed the fleas, and the intestines are hungry to avoid the flies."
One way through the mountains and one way through the water, he went to Lantian.

Although he traveled through mountains and rivers, bumpy and difficult, he still kept his hands on the book and read the English dictionary from time to time.Zou Wenhai, who was traveling with him, was amazed when he saw it. Qian Zhongshu explained: "Dictionaries are good companions during the journey. When I went to England last time, only Dr. Johnson's dictionary was with me on the ship. I enjoyed reading dictionaries very much. It's become a habit now."
Zou Wenhai shook his head and said, "I hate dictionaries the most. When reading a book, I would rather guess at the literal meaning than waste time looking it up in the dictionary."
In this regard, Zhongshu replied sternly: "Your attitude of not asking for deep understanding cannot be used for intensive reading, and you can't do systematic research during the journey. You can only flip and play. You can memorize a few more words when you encounter unfamiliar words." What's more, the dictionaries written by the predecessors often record the old spoken language and express the old customs, and the taste is not deep enough for outsiders."
This is Zhongshu's unique hobby, which he persisted in until he was old.He can not only read letter by letter, but also add new entries in new editions to old books, and his "Concise Oxford Dictionary" from the 40s is full of dense annotations.

For thirty days, he traveled through thousands of mountains and rivers, and finally came to the small town of Lantian.Without stopping at all, he devoted himself to the establishment of the Foreign Languages ​​Department of Lantian National Normal University in Hunan. He not only served as the head of the department, but also offered several courses.

He is the head of the Department of Foreign Languages, and his father is the head of the Department of Chinese.This time, he not only runs the same school with his father, but also has the same position. It can be said that he is a legend in the history of education in the Republic of China.He was knowledgeable and gave lively lectures. He was a well-known professor at that time, and he meant to surpass Nai Weng.

According to a listener's record, when Qian Zhongshu talked about his father in class, he once said that "my father reads too few books".Mr. Qian Jibo didn't take it seriously at all, and said frankly: "He is right. I don't read as many books as he does. First of all, he knows several foreign languages, but I can only read "Camellia" translated by Lin Qinnan. Women's Legacy"; secondly, he also read more ancient Chinese books than me."
In Lantian National Teachers College, he was quite leisurely.In addition to teaching every day, he either practiced calligraphy or read books, and went to chat with his father after lunch and dinner.Lantian is a small place, and there is no entertainment, so listening to him "talking about the mountains" has become the most interesting thing for colleagues.Later, Wu Zhongkuang, Qian's father's teaching assistant, recalled: "After dinner, friends of three or five often gather together to listen to Zhong Shu talking about the past and present. He is quick-witted, full of inspiration, and has extraordinary memory and sharp humor. At this moment, Zhongshu always looks radiant, radiant, eloquent, eloquent... Listening to Qian Zhongshu’s simple talks, this is the greatest enjoyment at that time and place, we devour and share his richness knowledge."
From an early age, he possessed the power to fascinate people and tell stories vividly.Now, having traveled so far and read so many novels, he has a belly full of anecdotes for everyone to enjoy.

Once, Qian Zhongshu and Wu Zhongkuang went to Xu Yanmou's apartment outside the school. At that time, several colleagues were present, so they surrounded him and asked him to tell a story.At that time, Zhong Shu was also very interested, so he talked about anecdotes about literati.I saw him wearing a top hat and holding a cane, telling stories one after another, and dancing when he talked about it, he couldn't help himself.

This lecture is two hours.When he was leaving with all his heart, he suddenly found that he poked a few big holes in Xu Yanmou's mosquito net, and quickly dragged Wu Zhongkuang away.But none of you who listened to his story found something wrong, which shows how fascinating his story is!

One of the people who listened to his story commented: "Zhong Shu is very talkative, pointing sharply, penetrating into the inside, unrestrained, and full of fun; listening to him is better than reading ten years of books, it is really a joy in life."
Some people say that there is no entertainment in Lantian, and life is quite rigid and monotonous.In fact, for Qian Zhongshu, as long as there is a library with rich collections, no matter where it is, it is full of fun.Although Lantian National Teachers College is located in a remote town, but because of the word "National", the school has abundant funds and has built a large-scale collection of books.

So, no matter in the afternoon or before going to bed, he would read the books in the library and take notes while reading them.Lantian was quite cold in winter, so he lit a fire with charcoal and read late into the night by lighting a tung oil lamp.

Of course, in addition to reading, creation must be indispensable, including a large number of old-style poems.In fact, these days were the peak period of his old-style poetry creation.Talents come from sorrow. He watched the Japanese blatantly invade, saw the fall of big cities, and watched colleges and universities relocate to poor villages. Naturally, he was quite depressed, so he wrote a poem to express his feelings:

In the past, when you sleep and wake up, you can manage your residual dreams, and things in spring become overcast and bloom late.

Worry is all over the place, and the reduction of joy is already a luxury.

The guest feast is thrown into the ice, and the charcoal is thrown, and the rice is cooked in the sand.

The pen and inkstone can still be driven, and the girl can smear the years.

Living in troubled times, happiness is only on the surface, and the feelings of hurting the world that are about to move in the heart cannot be concealed.Some people say that Jiangshan's misfortune made his poetry perfect, maybe, poetry is a sharp tool to express emotions, and he just wrote down his heart.

After reading thousands of books and traveling thousands of miles, his poems have lost the childishness of expressing sorrow for new words, and become gloomy and broad, with a unique charm.He said: "Since returning to China, I have changed the old style, refined the meaning and refined the style, especially the intention." This period is the mature period of his creation, and he not only wrote the most poems, but also wrote the best poems.

His poems, like his knowledge, bring together the strengths of many families. They not only have Du Fu's melancholy, Meng Jiao's thin and cold, Huang Tingjian's profoundness, Yang Wanli's freshness, and even Huang Zhongze's naturalness, they all have both.Moreover, in his poems, every sentence has its source, every word has its origin, it drives allusions and official affairs, and its lyric reasoning is just right.

His "Talking about Art" was also written here.It took him more than three years to complete the whole book, and in a scattered and varied way like notes, he completed the last masterpiece in China that collected the culmination of traditional poetry, setting a milestone in Chinese poetry.

In the opening preface, he said clearly: "Although the volume of "Talking about Art" is a work of appreciation and analysis, it is also a book of sorrow. I will serve my relatives and lead my family, and the soldiers will live by stealth. It is like a swallow's nest in a dangerous curtain, like an ant in a withered locust tree. Gathering. Worried about the sky and lowering the pressure, there is nothing to avoid, even though I want to go out and smile westward, I dare not..."
Written in a time of sorrow, words of sorrow are indispensable between the lines.Here, he wrote on extremely rough rough-edged paper, writing a chapter every night, and after two or three days, he continued to revise and supplement the original manuscript. In a few days, the rough-edged paper was densely filled.

Tao Yuanming, Li Changji, Mei Shengyu, Yang Wanli...every time he wrote an article, he gave it to several friends for reading. Wu Zhongkuang, Xu Yanmou and others all kept transcripts.And when he left Lantian, he tried his best to copy out the half-finished first draft, and then handed over the original manuscript to Zhong Kuang for collection.

He stayed in Lantian for two years, and he dedicated himself to his duties every day.There are not many teachers in the Department of Foreign Languages, so he, the dean of the department, personally takes part in the battle, educating people tirelessly. The teacher who teaches freshman English is sick and asks for leave.

In the summer vacation of [-], he took a cruise ship back to Shanghai, planning to stay for a short stay before returning to school.Unfortunately, the "Pearl Harbor Incident" broke out, and he was trapped in the isolated island of Shanghai, and he could no longer return to Lantian National Teachers College.

He is a legend, and he has the charm of a legend wherever he goes.In this remote town, with his bare hands, he created a foreign language department with considerable connotations, and also polished a brand new self.

He has made a man's blue field.

They have only one daughter, Yuan, in their whole life, and there is only such a small family of three.There are three of them, one is crazy, one is troublesome, and the other is recording.While laughing and cursing, the trivial but warm fragments are sublimated in Yang Jiang's simple words.

In fact, happiness lies in this trivial life.Inadvertently, this mediocre happiness filled the manuscript and kept it deep in my memory.A house, facing the sea, with spring flowers blooming.After all, what Haizi wants is the bland but tender happiness like Qian Zhongshu and Yang Jiang.

(End of this chapter)