But before this year’s annual leave, I was really desperate about the school education at that time, so I made a plan to go home and do some hard work. First, the outside world would be filled with anger. I wanted to subscribe to a Shanghai Publishing Daily. Although there were not many old books in my second home, I would do my best to read them for two or three years. Of course, I would not go backwards. Third, I have already finished reading the third book of grammar. If I can work hard, it will always be more painful than being educated by slaves in this church school. Hurry up. After making this bold plan, I actually bought some spare parts a few days before the annual leave, and took them back to study for the annual leave. After taking the annual leave exam, I followed the porter to the west on a sunny winter afternoon and went to take a night boat to go back to my hometown. I still can’t forget that moment.
Can you oppress me more after prison disguised as your church school?
We will try to see whether your grades are better or mine in the future.
After being liberated, I have worked hard on my own to strive for great prospects.
This kind of joy, full of hope, is more nervous and sure than when I first came to Hangzhou for the exam.
Living alone in my hometown is a reproach to my relatives and friends, but sometimes I am determined to shake my hopes and destroy them. But I am already sixteen years old. After being ridiculed by outsiders who don’t understand me, of course, I should also have a kind of counter-motivation. If people obviously ask me what I don’t want to go to school, no matter whether he is kind or malicious, I always have no money to give me a wave in return. They advised me with great kindness that it is not a youth road when I was idle at home. I always plan to take an exam next year to answer a heartfelt question. In fact, I have been living alone for nearly two years.
After getting up every morning, I always read a foreign language for an hour without washing my face. After breakfast until noon, I read China as a mirror, and then I went for a walk after reading some subjects in the afternoon. The festival season has gradually entered the spring. It was the spring of Xuantong in 1911 and the spring of 1911, and the two sides of Fuchun River were as green as usual. The grass was full of green grass, and the plum blossoms were falling behind. Then there was the chaos of peaches and plums. If I didn’t walk along the river, I would go to the first floor of the Chunjiang River in the east of the city.
I’ve been talking to the peasants in poverty for several times, and they observed that I couldn’t sleep well for several nights, but I had a family of five or six people, and I had already produced a small hut to farm farmers on ten acres of land. It was already a very rich Chinese family among the suburban peasants. From April to May, they had to plant rice fields first, and they probably had to rent them from others. Because the rice fields were not damaged by floods and droughts, they couldn’t rent them alive. The rice fields were as low as three or five yuan to one or two yuan, but they couldn’t be less. At the same time, in May and June, Danger because of the water and climate, farmers are just as wrong as those who eat idle food in Yili. They have to make mistakes for a moment, that is, they don’t have to hire people to change jobs, but they have to plant fertilizer three times after planting rice in the field. At least they have to pay two or three yuan an acre. If the weather happens to be the most abundant year, an average acre can also reach the four or five stone valleys, and after removing the grain, paying taxes, renting rice fields or hiring busy wages, they can still save enough food for a family of five. Can’t they already have another idea? Take straw as straw to make grass paper,
The fact that the compensation for cultivated land is gradually decreasing, the iron will lead to a bumper harvest, but the poor knowledge of farmers is that they not only don’t know how to improve farming and open up wasteland, but also spend most of their sweat and blood on praying for the Buddha to satisfy many ridiculous vanity.
More than 20 years ago, the looting of big landlords and warlords was not as severe as it is now. China’s rural areas are already on the verge of bankruptcy, and how can they withstand 20 years of chaos, 20 years of foreign invasion and 20 years of exploitation?
When I came back from this kind of rural inspection, I lay on my desk and waited for me to dismantle it. Every day, the daily newspaper was sent from the sea. Suddenly, British soldiers invaded Yunnan and occupied Piama. Suddenly, the epidemic in the three northeastern provinces was carried out. Suddenly, the general of Guangzhou was stabbed. Every time I saw the news, the government was ignorant and led to tragedy.
The failure of the 72 martyrs’ righteous act in Huanghuagang was followed by the upsurge of railway agitation in Sichuan Province. In our small county town, which has always been as quiet as an ancient well, it was also obviously shaken. The market was knocked on gongs to sell morning newspapers. The hawkers arrived from the provincial capital every day, their faces were painted with words and beards, and the portrait of party member, who was revolutionary like a foreigner, was printed on thin glossy paper and stuck on the walls of tea houses and wineries. The old man lived in a tea pub for several days, and his throat was lowered, his brow was tightened, and he talked seriously about state affairs.
This summer, in the northwest township of our county, there was a rebellion of Qinghong Gang. After the province sent a flag-bearer with military forces to kill a few Hakka farmers, the street talk in the city was even upside down. I don’t know where it came from. It was said that there was a comet that dragged on for a long time in the south of Jiangdong at around four o’clock every night. My grandmother and mother were shaking and rushed to get up at four o’clock to wear clothes on the riverside for several nights, but the comet was finally not seen.
In July of the lunar calendar, the Sichuan railway turmoil became more fierce, and that kind of rumor became more mysterious and strange. Of course, there was a wave in our family because my grandmother and mother remembered my two brothers who were working outside.
After several urgent letters urging them to come back, they still couldn’t expect their reply. On the evening of October 9, the tenth solar calendar in Hankou, a bomb broke out in the Russian concession. Since then, the flag of Wuchang Revolutionary Army has gone from bad to worse. The news shocked the country like a bolt from the blue.
There are always several rumors in the city one day, such as the headline of newspaper No.2, that Hangzhou is killing people, but it is said that Futai has escaped, which makes the general residents and townspeople flee to the countryside.
I’m nervous day by day, and I’m thirsty for the news several times. At midnight in autumn, when I heard the horn sound, I shook my clothes and went to the door to listen for news to see if the revolutionary party had arrived. Ships along the Yangtze River also saw passing by foreign goods shops every day. Most of the five-color fabrics were sold. Finally, a few white flag boats arrived at the riverside from Hangzhou in the cold afternoon. Dozens of soldiers wearing gray guns and bullets fled in the county seat. The newspaper also reported that the sea had occupied the chamber of commerce giants and gentlemen two days ago. A few hopes remained in the city, and an Er Yin United to put up a notice to welcome dozens of soldiers in gray once, and every family hung a five-color national flag, Hang Cheng Guangfu. Our small county town directly attached to Hangzhou House finally escaped from Manchu Qing pressure without being beaten by soldiers.
Usually, I always read elegies and generous articles, and I always cry bitterly all over the paper. I, a passionate young man, want to go to the front to take part in the battle in the lent and give my life to serve my country. I, a revolutionary, met such an opportunity, but finally I didn’t stand outside the windy circle, clenched my fist and dropped a few tragic and dumb tears.
Crossing Fuchunjiang River
Two days ago, his sister, a British officer, Major Yan, came to Hangzhou, and we made a plan to go to Fuchun River after drinking and talking.
This major is really interested in being stationed in the East for a long time. Not only is he used to living in China, but his appearance and attitude are also full of China spirit. He is not very tall, but his back is bent. Compared with us middle-aged people in China, looking behind him is simply unable to tell who is yellow and who is white. The kind of chest-high and arrogant weather in general soldiers has nothing on him, and it will show a small crack when he bends outward like a Japanese. This is of course because he is a cavalry and lives much on horseback.
Although he can row and ride a horse by plane and car, he can’t walk. He said that he had been boating in the West Lake for two days without mountains and waters. He asked if there were any good places nearby, so we decided to accompany him to Fuchunjiang again. Fortunately, he could travel back and forth in half a day by car.
When he drove past the Six Pagodas and walked along the wavy channel along the river, he was very surprised. He said that this place was a bit like the sunset, and the river was green and charming. On that afternoon, it was pale and cloudy, and it took a little tide and sweat to walk under the sun in autumn. The Vatican Village was surrounded by hills and rice fields. He said that this kind of hay in the eastern rural areas of the United States, Huang Shiping, was a village scene that changed again. He thought of things in the United States.
He was taken aback when he drove from Fuyang Li along the new ring road to the foot of the Stork Mountain and climbed the first floor of the Chunjiang River. He said that the landscape was really like Moses’ magic, because the car turned from Lingjiaqiao to Hangfu Road, and it was some green hills, flat valleys, thatched cottages and maple forests. When he arrived in Fuyang, it was like Shu Guping’s foot of the mountain, and he could see a row of people scattered in the south bank of the mountain. Even when he arrived at Dongcheng Jiao, it was a narrow new road. People would never have thought of climbing a few steps to see this.
We sat for a long time in the camphor tree stone fence on the top of the hill, and pointed to a stone tablet at the fishing place of Mr. Yan Ling, a Han Gao Shi, and translated the story of Fan Wengong’s ancestral temple on the seven-mile-long-side Dongtai West Terrace to this major. After hearing the scene of Xie Gaoyu’s wailing at the West Terrace, he got excited and said, why not make a drama out of this story? Like Schiller and William retired, this place can also build a Xie’s ancestral temple.
When I came back, it was already late. He stared at the distance with his car in his eyes, but he told me faintly that if I wanted to choose a second nationality, I would rather come to China.
After the car crossed the border, he jumped out of the car and went to see some buildings in the bunker near the mountain. I stayed in the car with a lady. A lady saw his leaning back from the window, and his feet staggered slowly in the setting sun. Suddenly, I remembered Hardy’s short story titled melancholy cavalry novel, Lenovo activity, and I remembered the conversation I had just had in the Stork Mountain. I wrinkled my nose and hummed such a cross.
Three minutes, two minutes, four seas die, and people mourn for their country. Occasionally, the moss marks on the west platform are still like tears.
Double tenth festival is near at present, I want to put these nonsense poems into context and treat them as mourning for National Day.
October 9, 1935
Hangzhou
More than half of Hangzhou’s name is the West Lake, and the artificial construction will be formed at the beginning because Qian Liu, the King of Wusu in the late Tang Dynasty and the Five Dynasties, founded this county in the early 10th century under the separatist regime of the Southeast Sui Dynasty. After 90 steps, Wusu Qianwang sent people to build soldiers around Luocheng for 70 miles, and Xu Wumu’s dream beam was recorded. The seventh reason is that Gao Zong’s Lin ‘an was stationed in the city in the third year of Jianyan in the Southern Song Dynasty. If Tang Bai Letian Song Su Dongpo built dikes to guide water, he also contributed to the people of Hangzhou County. However, the theory of a
It is said that Hangzhou Hangzi was landed in Hangzhou because of the tour in the last years of Yu, and it was named Hangzhou. Chai Huchen wrote a textual research on the evolution of Hangzhou. We can guess that before Yu, Hangzhou was still a Zeguo, and this Zeguo was later a battlefield in wuyue more than 4,000 years ago. The Eastern Han Dynasty, Zhejiang, the Three Kingdoms, Wu Fuchun, Jin Wu Jun, Sui and Tang Dynasties, and Hangzhou’s two partial capitals overlapped with each other, and now it has become a five-province southeast province, with songs and dances. It is almost necessary to restore the old view of the capital in the Southern Song Dynasty
I didn’t come to Hangzhou to dream about the West Lake, and I didn’t want to bend a crossbow to shoot the tide. However, my wife, Hangren, is also good at Hangyin, and my father, Zu Fuchun, gave birth to a song and cried in Siye. People are poor and returned to their hometown. Fish and rice are cheaper and it’s easy to borrow money. I dare not say that the house rent is particularly cheap this year. I came here to steal and live, and I have lived in a blink of an eye for a year and a half since I moved here. My friends know my address in Hangzhou, and I am often willing to However, they talked about the past and talked about Hangzhou. After a short time, everyone seems to have regarded me as a key player in Hangzhou. The editor of Zhongsheng Magazine specially wrote to ask me to write something about Hangzhou, which is probably why.
