The first time I went to Huawu, I remember that it was a sunny day, when I put Mashan behind the pine farm for illness. I rode a rickshaw in the autumn afternoon, crossed the ancient mountain, and visited the Fengmu Temple with Feng Ju. When I felt thirsty, I asked the driver where there was a quiet tea place near here, and he pulled me into Huawu.

Although the structure of Companion Phoenix House is magnificent, it has also collapsed in the Fengmu Temple near Yangjia Archway. Ding Shi’s handwriting is still new. The wooden frame of Maoan Temple is also there, but I don’t know why I felt a kind of air-conditioning when I walked in. At that time, the hall was parked there. Two Ding Shi coffins thought it was the source of this air-conditioning, but the mud wall tilted spider hung around the beam, and the calligraphy and painting screen was very impressive. It was a thing of the past. Because I just saw these two declining villas, I felt fresh and comfortable as a paradise when I arrived at the flower dock.
After north peak, there are no foreign buildings or great buildings in this dock, but it is revealed from the bamboo leaves and miscellaneous trees that when you look around the half-corner female wall, the past looks unusually clean and unusually beautiful. In the English dictionary, the name Cage forms these huts and granges, and there are many wonderful words like inyDainySnug. Although I haven’t been to the English countryside, I can’t help but think of these small temples when I see them in the flower dock. I have read English letters in novels. Lin San lit a small Maoan and asked the driver when he turned around. We might go in, but the driver said yes, so he walked a high part of the mountain road next to a winding stream and arrived at the door of the double blackboard wall.
The coachman knocked at the wooden fish in the nunnery for a few times, and then a woman inside the door asked who was knocking at the door outside. The coachman said what he had come for. When the iron latch rang, half the door came to meet us, but it was an old woman with white hair and few wrinkles.
Inside the nunnery, the rooms are clean. The trees in front of and behind the courtyard in Tsinghua are jagged and shaded. The Buddhist scriptures are vertical and horizontal. If you still can’t afford to convert to the world after reading them, I bet you just don’t feel wood and stone.
The old monk who took his hair to practice went to make tea and boil water. I heard a few magpie noises from the bottom of the valley far away. At about noon, the magpies came to nest in the dusk. The quietness in the valley was deepened by these noises.
We sat quietly and drank two pots of extremely clean tea, so it was time to go back. After a while of hesitation, I took a paper money as tea money, but the old monk laughed and said slowly, Sir, we don’t have to. We are the Qing Xiu ‘an tea house, and we can’t afford to buy it. She had to give this one-yuan paper money to the driver and said that it would give you extra money.
I’m still relishing the fun of this old man’s visit to the Flower Dock after more than ten years. A few friends who came to Hangzhou last Sunday met me and asked me where to play. I immediately went to the Flower Dock. They took a bus through the pine yard and went to the Flower Dock in 20 minutes.
Over the past ten years, the transformation has left traces in Huawu. Although the bamboo and wood are quiet and the mountains and streams are quiet and beautiful, it is still the same as in ancient times, but the land price of houses has of course increased by hundreds of times. The most unpleasant thing is that the residents in Huawu have become cunning businessmen, and the old monk who retired from the hospital is not as calm as before, and he is also deteriorated by the bad taste of Europe everywhere.
I went with several girls who still felt very satisfied when I was a virgin in Huawu more than ten years ago. Yunqi in Nine Rivers and Ten Rivers was never so quiet and profound, but in my heart, I remembered a simple, innocent and quiet girl who was suddenly raped by money and potential people and then abandoned.
March 24th, 1935
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After the big storm, the small waves will continue together. On February 12 of the first year of the Republic of China, the last emperor of the Qing Dynasty announced the abdication, and the racial revolution in China finally came to an end. The people cut off their braids, and the emperor changed the president’s day, and the government’s perplexed officials and organizations changed their signs. The newly-emerging expensive people also changed their foreign countries and changed their judicial standards. Therefore, in the autumn of 1913, my brother who worked in Beijing in the second year of the Republic of China was sent to Japan for inspection, so my future itinerary was decided.
Seeing the aftermath of the revolution in a small county town provoked right and wrong, half of them hoped, and half of them held doubts. They spent two summers in a small building at home, and in the autumn of this year, they couldn’t bear it any longer, that is, without my brother to take me, I’m afraid I had to find my way outside.
After several autumn rains, the residual summer heat faded away. On a sunny September morning, I took some old books of thread clothing and wore a half-new clip to follow my brother out of the township.
The leaves of trees and buttonwood trees in Haijie Road have been slightly yellow. At dusk, the bustling residents of the concession seem to feel the autumn. I stood alone in the balcony column facing west for the first time and was threatened by the metropolis night.
Far and near, the lights are on Loutai Street, the dragon car is on the water, but what about the country? Is it the purpose of life to live like this in the dark? Is it that money competes for crime? Although it won’t fall to the ground, it won’t fall, but in the past, it was a little more than 17 years since I was in the world. At that time, my childish mind had nothing to do with the real ideas of imperialism, dangerous substances, erosion of the world status quo, crisis of the national economy and people’s livelihood, but I think it would be a night to be a human being, and the humanitarian is not
In the confusion about the night scene of the magic capital, several brothers and friends in the back room talked about the charming drama of the Tianchan stage. After dinner, the descendants were the hosts to go to the theatre, but I was also the audience in the balcony of the flower building.
At this time, Dr. Mei was not famous yet, but the audience was desperate to commit pornography, and the corner of the country was not as thorough as it is now. On that night, the famous drama of Tian Chan’s stage was Jia Biyun’s beating the fickle lover, which was the best show of this young man. By the time we arrived at the theater at nine o’clock, the audience in the building was already full of pits and valleys, and the audience was actually standing around with a cone of pearls, powders, temples, shadows and clothes, which almost choked me, a young man who had just arrived in the sea.
In the last stage of Jia Biyun’s famous drama, the stage lights were added with a layer of light, and the audience was shaken. The figure and manners of this actress from the footlights were really beautiful, which provoked the tenderness of men and women in the stage. I was dissatisfied with the decadent atmosphere of the sea a few hours ago. I didn’t feel that the spirituality could not be stabilized here. After returning to the hotel this night, I was excited and didn’t go to sleep until three o’clock in the morning, and I also did erotic and dreamy inspiration in my sleep. During my short stay in the sea for a few days, the meat coax has already fermented in my heart.
After a few days of busy shopping for tickets, sundries and other things, we really went to socialize and spend a lot of energy. Finally, one day, three or four people took a carriage and sent it to Yangshupu Huishan Wharf. At this time, the road was deserted and the sun came. From this time, after leaving the motherland, it was about ten years before and after drifting overseas. Until now, I still feel that I am a homeless person in my hometown.
The sun rose, and the ship slowly sailed into Huangpu and rushed into the sea. The land of my old country shrank into a line and a point, and was finally swallowed up by the horizon. But strangely, I stood at the back of the cabin and looked at the motherland, but I felt no more sad than when I went to Hangzhou three or four years ago. This time, it seemed that I had been dormant for two years because of the boring life on my way home, and I had completely cut off my nostalgia.
The sea is alive, and I have been standing in the ship building for a few days. I watched the sunset in the great sea in the evening, woke up in the middle of the night, and watched the canopy on the deck. When the yellow sea, the autumn star ship, sailed into the blue sea, I deeply felt the interest of being liberated when the Bai Ou waterfowl accompanied me. I climbed to the top of the sea and looked far away from the world, but I was lonely and nostalgic. Although half of it was also due to nature, when my youth was surrounded by the sea, my life in the past few years was always indelible.
When the ship arrived at Nagasaki Port, I first saw Japanese culture, customs and folk customs on the trading coast in the west of the island. Later, I read the beautiful story of the port of Rhodes in France, which made me pay more attention to this oceanographer. Every time I went back to China, I always jumped for a long time, as if I had met my first love or revisited my love decades ago. Although Nagasaki has declined now, it always retains the impression of being lively and innocent like a virgin in my memory.
After a long time, the ship anchored again, and that night, I went to the surrounding areas to flatter myself. The art of Fukasai Sea Day was light and interesting. The Japanese people worked hard and stood hard. Even from the sea garden reclamation land around the scenery, it seems that Penglai Fairy Island can be roughly white. I wonder if it is here, but if you swim across the sea from China to see the beautiful scenery and fishing in the countryside on both sides of the strait, that is, you are not always the Qin Dynasty Chui Fu, but you will also have a fairy cave house fantasy. I was sentimental at that time. China was ten years old and adolescent.
From God to Osaka, to Kyoto, to Nagoya, and to play and go all the way to a high-rise rented house in Koishikawa District of Tokyo, it was already October, and the cold wind was a little scary. It changed the environment, changed the way of life, made no sense of speech, and the economic action was supervised. I didn’t live in Tokyo for two or three months, but I felt that I was in an unfettered prison. In retrospect, I felt sad about leaving home and had an irresistible homesickness.
In this depression, the only way to think about it is to become familiar with one’s own independent sources of income as soon as possible in Japanese. Thanks to our country’s cultural backwardness, China Zeng Guoguo No.5 School was released by China to study abroad, and China was allowed to study abroad. After these five schools entered the experiment, they were given food and clothing every month until graduation, and I was able to get it. In desperation, I entered Japanese evening school to make up for my lessons in November this year.
Get up at five o’clock in the morning and go to the nearby Yishen meadow to recite the wild cherry blossoms. I have been waiting for many friends. As soon as the Japanese preliminary text arrives, I will chew bread and walk three miles to Kanda Zesho School to make up lessons. I had lunch at the dairy shop and had three hours of Japanese evening classes at night.
The weather is getting colder day by day, but it is also indispensable that the north wind, rain and snow wear holes in front of the shoes every day. A set of clothes is made in the sea, and the clothes are still naked. Fortunately, a fellow countryman who had been in the Army NCO School in Japan gave me a coat a few years ago, and the army finally became a raincoat on a sunny day. It was cold in winter. Although I planted a deadly respirator in my body, I was still a journey into the country than I was educated in China for more than ten years.
The next summer, as the recruitment period approached, I decided to go to the fifth official school, and I stepped up my efforts in Japanese for my lessons. I used to go to bed at eleven o’clock every night, but after March, I changed my habits day by day. When I was a teacher, I went to the nearby artillery factory to whistle at five o’clock in the morning, and I didn’t sleep at night.
I finally got a fair reward for my mortal efforts. In the summer of this year, I actually took a seat in the entrance examination of Tokyo No.1 higher school. In the autumn, my brother was ready to return to China because of the one-year inspection period. I also moved from their home to a hotel near the school and saw them off at the end of the month. When the Chinese train got the first official, I broke off my family forever. From then on, my kite line was broken and I became a lonely boat without a rudder. It was about the same time since the First World War.
Professor Liu Haisu.
Professor Liu Haisu’s whole story of this exhibition in Malaya, which was hired by the Dutch-Indian Overseas Chinese Relief Association, has been published many times in the news column of the newspaper supplements, such as Professor Hai Su’s past reputation and achievements in the international arena. I don’t need to say anything, but I have a little knowledge of his life in Liu Jiaoshou for more than 20 years, so I will briefly describe my aspirations.
Liu Jiaoshou was born in Wujin, Jiangsu Province on February 3, 1996, the father of Guangxu Bingshen, Liu Jiafeng, the famous squire’s mother Hong Shi Liang, and Mr. Ji Hongzhi’s granddaughter, a professor, drew and read ropes at an early age. The genius of ordinary people is extraordinary. In different years, the mother Hong died, and the professor died in grief and devoted himself to the art, so as to reform the society from the artistic aspect.
In the year of the Revolution of 1911, the professor was only 16 years old. After taking part in the revolution to overthrow the Qing government, he and other comrades founded the marine art school. The Chinese people’s increasing understanding of western art has contributed to the strong development of China’s solid art.
At the age of 20, the professor exhibited a number of sketches of human bodies in a solo exhibition in the sea. At that time, many guardians denounced heresy and compared it to the name of a traitor in the art of a scourge. At this time, Guo Moruo’s title was also a gift.
At that time, the newly founded professor of Imperial Japanese Academy of Fine Arts was invited to paint and display the Japanese painter Kato Island Wuerqiao, who was praised by Xuebei.