The twenty-nine articles in "To Little Readers" are communications written by Bing Xin to young readers from 1923 to 1926. Twenty-one of them were written by the author while he was studying in the United States. At that time, it was published in the supplement of Beijing's "Morning News" one after another. Most of the contents of the communication reported on her journey to the United States and some of her life experiences while living in a foreign land, expressing her concern and deep nostalgia for her motherland during her time abroad. "Communication Seven" is a very typical work that expresses this aspect. Through the author's description of the beautiful scenery of the Pacific Ocean and Weibing Lake, he expresses his love for nature, attachment to his mother, and nostalgia for his childhood, which contains her I miss my motherland deeply.
This newsletter consists of two parts. The first part was written in Kobe, Japan, in August 1923. It introduces her life at sea during the three days from Shanghai to Kobe. It writes about the sea, her perceptions and associations with the seascape during the long journey by boat. It begins with a farewell at the dock to express the sadness of separation; then the fresh and lively life on board evokes memories of childhood; the gorgeous scenery of the free sea and the view of Dezhen at night with the Milky Way on July 7 arouse the melancholy of homesickness; and the mountain scenery of Kobe, Japan The color of the water and the silence in the boat evoke the feeling of homesickness and motherhood. The article's praise of nature, virginity, and maternal love is perfectly and harmoniously expressed. The second part is about the lake. It describes the author's feelings about visiting Weibing Lake after arriving in the United States. First, I wrote about the scene of holding the pen again to write a letter, and then I wrote about the beautiful scenery of Weibing Lake on the other side of the Pacific Ocean and the surrounding beautiful scenery. The author has vividly described the beauty of nature. The bright moon and setting sun on the lake, the heavy overcast and the light rain, are really various. Boating at dusk, "the boat is as light as a feather, and the water is as soft as slurry." The colorful leaves on the shore are reflected in the water, and under the sunset, they are "extremely bright and soft." The author loves the beauty of nature and thinks of his loved ones in the distant motherland. So he thinks of the sea from the lake in front of him. In the contrast between "sea" and "lake", he expresses his deep longing for his hometown and expresses his deep longing for his hometown. It eulogizes the divine and boundless love. What the letter talks about seems to be some fragments of life and fragmented perceptions, but if we look carefully, we can feel that the author's emotions are always hidden or visible, thick or light, between the lines, and we can feel the ups and downs of the author's mood. It fully embodies the artistic realm of "full of tenderness and slightly sad" pursued by the author.
Bing Xin’s prose is mainly lyrical. Emotions are in the scenery, expressing emotions through scenery, and the blending of scenes are the main features of this prose. Whether the author writes about the sea or the lake, the natural scenery is always diverse, endlessly changing, and beautiful. For example, when writing about seascapes, he describes in detail the changing colors of the calm sea water, or "pole blue" or "pole green". Under the "golden light of the setting sun", the sea water appears "light red", "dark green", " The sea is as flat as a mirror." There is movement in the stillness, stillness in the movement, and it is gorgeous and colorful. When writing about the scenery on the lake, I left out the bright moon and setting sun on the lake, as well as the heavy overcast and light rain, but highlighted the main color of the dusk surface of Weibing Lake, making it even more charming. The author uses contrasting techniques to highlight the respective characteristics of the sea and lake when the sun sets. The front part depicts the sea, and the latter part depicts the lake, and then merge into one, leaping from natural beauty to human love, complementing each other. The author does not write scenes for the sake of describing scenes, but uses the scenes to express his deep feelings of homesickness for his country and mother's love.
The writing style is natural and fresh, elegant and graceful, and the wording is precise and precise. This is also a prominent feature of this prose. Bing Xin is good at absorbing the vocabulary of Chinese classical literature and Western literature to enrich her expressive spoken language. Her prose language has the characteristics of early and smooth vernacular writing, as well as the concise and timeless advantages of classical Chinese.
To young readers·Newsletter 7 (2)
Dear children:
On the afternoon of August 17, in the numerous windows of the Yorkson Mail Ship , flying colorful paper ribbons, throwing them far to the shore, letting the farewell people hold them, how soaring and sad my heart was!
On the farthest bank of the river, countless infatuated farewells just held the finally severed note, letting this huge thing float away to the west, carrying the heaviest sorrow of separation!
Life on board is so fresh and lively. Apart from three meals, there is just casual play and walking. During the first three days at sea, I completely returned to the state of a child. I never tired of making circles and throwing sandbags, but I stopped playing again after that. Later, when I thought about it, it was very strange. For no other reason, the sea evoked memories of my childhood. In the sound of the waves, my childlike innocence and playmates jumped into my mind. I really hated that there were not many children in the boat this time, which made my childish innocence During the three days since I came back, was there any fun guessing game!
I have lived on the seaside since I was a child, but I have never seen the sea as flat as a mirror. This time we left Wusongkou, a one-day voyage, and we were surrounded by sparkling microwaves as far as the eye could see. There was a cool breeze, and it was as if the boat was moving on ice. After arriving at the Goryeo boundary, the sea water was like a lake, extremely blue and extremely green, condensing into one piece, and the golden light of the setting sun, like a long snake, went directly from the horizon to where the people stood beside the railing.
From the sky to the water in front of the boat, from light red to deep emerald, it turns into dozens of colors, layer by layer, piece by piece,...Children, I hate that I can’t Paintings and words are the most useless things in the world. They cannot describe this ethereal and wonderful scene!
On the night of August 18th, it was the night when the twin stars crossed the river. After dinner, I leaned against the railing alone, the cool breeze blew my clothes, and the Milky Way starlight shone on the deep black sea. From a distance, I could hear people laughing and chatting under the stairs, and suddenly I felt that my hometown was getting far away. The stars are twinkling, the sea waves are roaring, and the people stand quietly, only melancholy.
At dusk on the 19th, we were approaching Kobe. There were green mountains on both sides of the bank, and fishing boats came and went from time to time. Most of the hills in Japan are round and flat. People joke and call them "Steamed Bun Mountains". This steamed bun mountain was dotted along the way until night, and the lights were shining brightly in the distance. We had arrived at Kobe, and the boat slowly stopped, and many people came ashore. Because it was too late, I went up to the highest floor alone, and saw such a bright world for the first time. The light of the moon in the sky, the light of stars, and the lights on the shore all reflected each other silently. From time to time, there was a string of light flying across the mountain. I think it was Trains travel every week. ...It was silent in the boat, there was no sound of the tide tonight, and Jingji's mind suddenly arose: "If my mother were here at this time..." I remembered Beijing very clearly. Children, please forgive me, I can't write any more.
Bing Xin
Eight, twenty, 1923,
Communication Four
Children:
Finally arriving at Lincheng Station, I stepped out of the car. Only a large group of soldiers were seen, flying a red flag with the words "...Second Battalion..." Firecrackers were set off and trumpets were blown. Besides, there were only distant mountains and fields outside the station, and there was nothing much. I was very disappointed that I never saw a man wearing night clothes, carrying a dart and carrying a sword, and he came and went like flying.
From here to the south, the sun is covered by floating clouds, and there are sometimes small eagles beside the track. There are also children playing bathing games in the water. There is also a little daughter, wearing a big red flower, sitting under a tree by the water and working. The scene of lowering her head to thread thread is really gentle and cute.
After passing through Nansuzhou to Bengbu, rainwater formed lakes on both sides of the track. There are boats coming and going on the lake from time to time. The boundless microwave reflects the setting sun, and the scenery is so beautiful that it cannot be described. ——Since then, people’s accents have gradually changed, and I have gradually felt timid, and I don’t know why.
It was night when we passed Jinling. As soon as I got on and off the bus, I saw bright lights across the river. I just want to be like Qinhuai Mochou in the city, and all I can see are the yellow waves gently hitting the side of the ship under the long bridge.
We will definitely pass Suzhou early on the fifth day. After two nights of insomnia, I was extremely sleepy, but the scenery outside the window soaked into my tired heart and made me feel intoxicated. The river stretches into the field ridges, with several waterwheels in the distance, clusters of thatched farmhouses, and trees surrounding the water, forming a village of its own. The water is rippling and the branches are low. When a few peasant women walked by with their burdens and hoes in their hands, I really didn’t know whether it was a poem or a painting!
Sometimes I can see the big river, with its sails dotted, under the dawn sun, the clear sky Extremely beautiful. I always like the scenery of the north, but now I have to fall in love with the elegance and gentleness of the south of the Yangtze River.
I arrived in Shanghai at 7:30 in the morning, and another child came to pick me up. I said "aunt", which gave me infinite joy. It had been four or five days since I had rested. After rest, I was busy with other things. No. Tonight is as cold as water, and I am the only one under the lamp. Quiet nights are extremely rare here. Many sisters and brothers, knowing that I am coming, often come to me at night to enjoy the cool air and chat. I picked up the pen three times, but was stopped because of the knocker on the door. Leaning on the railing and looking down, it was my brothers and sisters who came to visit me again.
I am happy and sad because I have postponed the newsletter I wanted to write three times