Fortress Besieged written by Qian Zhongshu. In the preface to Fortress Besieged, Qian Zhongshu said that he wrote this book "with all his money". I finished reading penny wise and pound foolish. Every night, he showed me the written manuscript and watched my reaction eagerly. I laugh and he laughs; I laugh, and he laughs. Sometimes I put down my manuscript and laugh at him, because I not only laugh at what is in the book, but also laugh at what is outside it. I don't have to explain what I'm laughing at, but we understand each other. Then he told me what he was going to write in the next paragraph, and I was eagerly waiting to see how he wrote it. He writes about 500 words a day on average. He showed me the final version, which has not been changed. Later, he was dissatisfied with this novel and other "few works" and wanted to make a big change, but this is another story. Zhong Shu chose the Song Dynasty, and I volunteered to be Bai Juyi's "old woman"-that is, the minimum standard; If I don't understand it, he has to add notes. But among the readers of Fortress Besieged, I became the highest standard. For example, a bachelor is familiar with the source of words in ancient poetry, and I am familiar with the source of characters and plots in the story. Besides the author himself, it's my turn to annotate Fortress Besieged. I first met Zhong Shu/kloc-0 in Tsinghua in the spring of 932, got engaged in/kloc-0 in 933, got married in/kloc-0 in 935, went to England by boat (I studied abroad at my own expense), went to France in the autumn of/kloc-0 in 937, and returned home by boat in the autumn of/kloc-0 in 938. My mother died a year ago, and Suzhou's home was looted by the Japanese invaders. My father took refuge in Shanghai and lived with my brother-in-law. I am eager to see my father. Zhong Shu got off the boat in Hong Kong and went to Kunming. I took the original boat and went straight to Shanghai. At that time, the principal of my alma mater left me and set up a "branch school" on this "island" of Shanghai. Two years later, Shanghai fell and the "branch school" closed. I became a tutor temporarily. I was a substitute in primary school and wrote plays in my spare time. Zhong Shu went to Shanghai without a job, so my father gave him the time of teaching in Aurora Women's College of Arts and Sciences, and we lived a hard life in Shanghai. Once, we watched a play I wrote, and when we got home, he said, "I want to write a novel!" " "I'm glad to urge him to write quickly. At that time, he was stealing time to write short stories, fearing that he wouldn't have time to write long ones. I said it doesn't matter, he can reduce the teaching time, our life is very frugal, and we can be more frugal. It happened that our maid had to go back because of the improvement of her hometown life. I won't force her, and I won't find another maid. I just took over her job myself. Chopping wood, making a fire, cooking, washing clothes, etc. I am a layman. I often dye soot into my face, or smoke my eyes with tears, or boil oil, or cut my fingers. As soon as Zhong Shu was born, he was raised by his uncle because he had no son. According to Qian Jia's "The Wind on the Grave", long rooms are not prosperous; Long-term housing often has no interest, but it is worthless. Uncle is the eldest son of "worthless". He was fourteen years older than Zhong Shu's father, and his second uncle died young. His father is in the second row and his uncle is in the fourth row. They are twins, Zhong Shu is the eldest grandson, and he gave birth to the eldest son. Uncle Zhong Shu went to the countryside in the rain all night to find a strong peasant woman; She was a widow and died after her posthumous child landed. She is a ready-made good wet nurse (Zhong Shu called her "mother"). Mother-in-law's generation helped Qian's family. After middle age, she stays dull for a period of time every year. Behind her family, she is called "silly mother". Before Zhong Shu got married, she bought an emerald ring inlaid with gold and prepared to give it to me as a gift. Someone tricked her into thinking it was fake and took the ring away. Mom was mad and died soon. I've never met her. Zhong Shu grew up in a big family, and his feelings with his cousins were no less than those of his brothers. There are ten brothers and cousins, and Zhong Shuju is the chief. Of all the brothers, he is naive and dull. He doesn't care about anything when he studies hard. He put down his book and was not serious at all. It seems that he has a lot of extra interests and no place to put them, and he loves to talk nonsense. The Qian family likes to say that he ate his silly mother's milk and was "mad". What we Wuxi people call "infatuation" includes many meanings: crazy, stupid, stupid, naive, slow, naughty and so on. His parents sometimes call him "stupid", "stupid dancing" and "stupid" (meaning "I don't know the right word, I just wrote it according to the local accent"). He is not as reticent, serious and cautious as his mother, nor as serious as his father. His mother often complains that his father is "stupid". Perhaps Zhong Shu's "infatuation" and his father's simplicity are in the same strain. I have seen old photos of their family. His younger brothers are all thin and strong, but he is thin, good-looking and pitifully honest. I think the "infatuation" at that time was just childish and dull, and it would not be naughty. Zhong Shu grabbed a book when he was one year old, so he named it "Zhong Shu". On the day he was born, someone just sent a string of Changzhou sages, and his uncle named him "Yang Xian" with the word "Zheliang". However, at the age of one, with the scientific name "Zhong Shu", "Yang Xian" became a nickname called "A Xian". But "Xian Er" and "Xian Ge", just like "Wu Er" and "Wu Xiong", changed the word "Xian" to "Xuan", and my father still called him "A Xian". (His father posted the letters written by Zhong on his notebook, many of which were thick, and personally posted the title "Letters from ancestors (1), (2) and (3) ..."; I also saw those books and the letters posted on them. After his uncle died, his father changed the word "silence" for him, because Zhong Shu liked to talk nonsense and told him to talk less. Zhong Shu said to me, "Actually, I like Zheliang, which is both philosophical and pleasant to listen to-I can still see Zheliang written by my uncle in my exercise book when I close my eyes." This may be because he misses his uncle. I think he is really philosophical and good, but his "crazy" nonsense often makes him unhealthy-if he is naughty, he can be considered bad. The number of "silent storage" is obviously unrestrained. My uncle is "worthless" and can't get the favor of his parents, partly because of my aunt. My aunt's family is a rich man in Jiangyin. She has made a fortune in the pigment business and has seven or eight big ships to transport goods. Zhong Shu's grandmother's family is the Sun family in Shitangwan, the bureaucratic landlord and the overlord. The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law look down on each other, which also affects the relationship between father and son. Uncle took the scholar's home and was beaten by his father as soon as he entered the door, saying it was "the potential to kill him"; Because Zhong Shu's grandfather, although he has two brothers, is only a scholar himself. Zhong Shu's grandmother died when she was less than one year old. Grandfather never liked his eldest son, and Zhong Shu was also an unpopular grandson. Zhong Shu is four years old (I always use imaginary years, because Zhong Shu only remembers imaginary years, and Zhong Shu was born in late November of the solar calendar, which should be reduced by one or two years). His uncle taught him to read. Uncle is a loving mother, and Zhong Shu follows him all day. Uncle went to the teahouse and heard about the book. Zhong Shu went with him. His father is inconvenient to interfere and afraid of spoiling his children, so he has to suggest sending them to primary school as soon as possible. Zhong Shu entered Qinshi Primary School at the age of six. Now seeing people talking about "comparative literature", he remembered the sentence made in primary school: "Dogs are bigger than cats, and cows are bigger than sheep"; A classmate compared with others, but "dogs are bigger than dogs and dogs are smaller than dogs" was scolded by the teacher. He didn't go to school for half a year and was ill. His uncle didn't want him to go to school, so he stopped studying at home. He is seven years old. He and Chang Di Han Zhong, who are half a year younger than him, are studying in a private school of a relative's family. He studied Shi Mao, while Han Zhong studied Erya. However, it is not convenient to learn. A year later, he and Han Zhongdu were educated by their uncles at home. Uncle said to Zhong Shu's father and uncle, "I enlightened you two brothers, but I couldn't teach them?" Father and uncle certainly dare not object. In fact, Zhong Shu's father was inspired by a clan brother. Grandfather thinks Zhong Shu's father is stupid, his uncle is clever and his uncle's writing is not good. Anyway, uncle is smart, and it doesn't hurt to be taught by uncle; My father is stupid, so I have to ask a brother who is good at arts and sciences to teach him. That brother was very strict, and Zhong Shu's father was beaten many times. The uncle sympathized with his younger brother and begged his grandfather to let both brothers be taught by him. When Zhong Shu's father was beaten up by his brothers, he didn't complain, but he didn't understand. He told Zhong Shu, "Somehow, one day it was suddenly opened." Zhong Shu and Han Zhong study with their uncles and only have classes in the afternoon. His father and uncle both have jobs, and his uncle is in charge of housework. Every morning, my uncle will go to the teahouse to drink tea, do chores or chat with acquaintances. Zhong Shu always follows. Uncle changed a copper coin to buy him a big shortcake to eat (according to Zhong Shubi, shortcake is as big as a rice bowl, I don't know if it is really that big, or it is as big as a cake in a child's mind); He changed two copper coins and rented a novel for him from a small bookstore or bookstall. The only novel in the family is The Journey to the West's serious novels such as Water Margin and Romance of the Three Kingdoms. At home, Zhong Shu has started to gobble up this kind of novels and regarded The Same Idiot as the Son of a Fool. I didn't know that the "idiot" in Journey to the West was Zhu Bajie. When Zhong Shu was a child, every herb sold in China pharmacies was wrapped in two layers of paper. A blank sheet of paper with the name and nature of the drug printed on it. Every time you take a dose of medicine, you can save a stack of paper wrapped in medicine. This kind of paper is clean and absorbent. When Zhong Shu was about eight or nine years old, he often copied the Mustard Garden hidden by his uncle or the "painting in poetry" in 300 Tang poems. He gave himself a nickname "Xiang Angzhi"-because he worships Xiang Yu, and "Angzhi" is the spirit of Xiang Yu in his imagination. He wrote the name "Xiang Angzhi" on every painting, and he was very proud. He is often interested in Xiang Angzhi, but he only hates the poor painting. He once asked his daughter, who was in middle school at that time, to copy some famous naughty paintings in the West. One of them is The Devil's Legacy (the name of the painting was invented by me). The devil escaped with air in the back like a trumpet, and the painting was wonderful. Painting "Changing the Picture" in class and Yang's daughter copying "The Devil's Stinky Picture" are all manifestations of "infatuation". Zhong Shu is "eager to study hard" under his father's instruction. In fact, he studies out of preference, just like a gluttonous glutton: he eats a lot of intestines, doesn't choose the thick ones carefully, and eats them in a mixture of sweet and salty. He can laugh at extremely vulgar books. He not only watched the gag in the opera, but also moved it again and again until he fell down. Most exquisite and profound works, such as philosophy, aesthetics, literary theory, etc. He ate and ate like a child's snack, and gradually ate up the thick books. Poetry is his favorite reading. A big dictionary, dictionary, encyclopedia, etc. He not only read letter by letter, but also took pains to add new entries to old books when he saw the new edition. He often takes notes when reading. I have only seen him study hard once. It was in Oxford, and the pre-test of the thesis was to take the course of "version and collation" and to be able to identify the manuscripts since the fifteenth century. He is not interested. He reads a detective novel every day to "rest his brain" and "rest" until he dances in his sleep. I don't know whether to catch the murderer or fight with the police myself. As a result, I failed the exam and had to make up the exam after the summer vacation. This make-up exam is also mentioned in the introduction of the English version of Fortress Besieged. Zhong Shu visited the United States on 1979, and the publisher showed him the introduction of the translation. He was surprised and smiled when he saw this paragraph, but he didn't expect the investigation to be so accurate. Later, when Theodore Harts came to see him, he realized that he was asking Donald Stuart, Zhong Shu's classmate in Oxford. In Qian Zhongshu published by Hu Zhide 1982, this incident was deleted. Zhong Shu's "Qi" book can't hold, but it still overflows. When we were in Oxford, he took a nap, and I posted it, but a person fell asleep while writing. He woke up to see me asleep, full of ink, and wanted to draw me a painted face. But I woke up as soon as he put pen to paper. He didn't expect my face to eat more ink than rice paper. I washed away the ink marks and my face was as fast as paper. Later, he stopped playing pranks, only drew a portrait for me, and added glasses and a beard to it, which looked very enjoyable. After returning home, he returned to Shanghai in the summer vacation. On a hot day, his daughter fell asleep (she was still a doll). He drew a big face on her belly and was scolded by his mother. He dare not draw any more. When he occupied Shanghai, his excess "arrogance" was often vented on his uncle's children, grandchildren and his daughter A Yuan. This string of children are two years apart and often play together. Some languages have reached the edge of "uncivilized" or "smelly", so it is very wise to avoid them. Zhong Shu changed his way, or made a gesture, or made an incision to draw them out, because they said "dirty words" and a group of children quarreled and fought around him, endlessly. Although he was besieged, he pretended to be the winner. He teased his daughter to play. Before going to bed every day, he buried a "mine" under her bed, all kinds of toys, mirrors, brushes, even inkstones or many brushes. He was so happy when her daughter exclaimed. Daughter must search carefully when sleeping and take out everything in the quilt. Zhong Shu couldn't wait to tuck the broom and dustpan into her daughter's bed and won an unexpected victory. It's no fun to play with this kind of thing every day, but Zhong Shu enjoys it. He told his daughter that there was an ugly child in Fortress Besieged, and that was her. A Yuan believed it, but she didn't care. He wrote an opening "Heart of Lily", in which a girl wore a purple sweater. Zhong Shu told A Yuan that she was the most annoying child. A yuan is worried that her father will wronged her. She looks for his manuscript every day, and Zhong Shu hides it in another place every day. One hides, the other looks, and it becomes a game of hide and seek. Later, even I didn't know where the manuscript was hidden. Zhong Shu's "Qi" is also peculiar and unique. He said to me seriously: "If we have another child, it may be better than A Yuan, and we will like that child, so how can we be worthy of A Yuan?" Advocating the theory that one parent has one child has never mentioned that parents only have one child to be single-minded. After liberation, we have a very clever cat in Tsinghua. The kitten climbed the tree for the first time and was afraid to come down. Zhong Shu managed to save it. When the kitten came down, she gently put her paw on Zhong Shu's wrist to express her gratitude. We often quote the western proverb: "Hell is full of ungrateful people." This kitten knows the feeling, and Zhong Shu says it is spiritual and special. Cats grow up and fight with other cats in the middle of the night. Zhong Shu specially prepared a bamboo pole and leaned against the door. No matter how cold it was, as soon as he heard the cat meow, he quickly climbed out of the hot bed, took a bamboo pole and went out to help his cat fight. One of the opponents who fight with our cat is the baby cat next to Ms. Lin, which is called the "focus of love" of her family. I often worry that Zhong Shu will hurt the harmony between the two families because of that cat. I quote him: "It depends on the face of the owner to beat the dog, and the face of the housewife to beat the cat!" " (Cat's first sentence), he said with a smile, "Theories are always formulated by people who don't practice." Qian often said that "fools have fun". As a bookworm, he is really a bit silly. Books for him to read are as rich as the "hit-and-run" food of the rich, and will be supplied from all directions (except during the period of decentralization, he has to "ruminate" his notes and the dictionary he carries with him? /
Zhong Shu went to high school for four years and even graduated. Hanzhong has made great achievements and is among the best; He is just a stupid, unpretentious boy. When my uncle was alive, he was very ashamed and worthless, fearing that "Feng Shui in front of the grave" would bring trouble to Zhong Shu, the heir to the eldest house. It turns out that the rows of trees under his ancestral grave are tall and lush, and the small ones at the top are weak. Of course, the first tree represents the long room. Uncle once bought a few catties of hair from the barber shop privately, called a tenant to accompany him, quietly took the clock book to the ancestral grave and buried his hair next to the roots of the first few rows of trees. He told Zhong Shu to call the first tree Rong Sheng. "You will be a great president in the future." At that time, Zhong Shu was only seven or eight years old and ignorant, but somehow he thought it was his uncle's selfish thing behind his back, so he never told the rest of the family. When he told me this, he was also grateful for his uncle's love and surprised that he had the heart to keep his uncle's secret. At fourteen, Zhong Shu and Zhong Hantong were admitted to Suzhou Taowu Middle School (an Anglican school). His parents provide him with clothes, tuition, books and pocket money. He goes to school in Suzhou with Han Zhong. Apart from arithmetic, his homework is not bad.
That year, his father went to Tsinghua University to teach and didn't come home during the winter vacation. Zhong Shu went home in the winter vacation without his father's strict control, but he was happier. He borrowed a large number of publications, such as Wang Hua Stark, Red Rose and Violet Orchid for reading. During the summer vacation, my father's return trip was blocked, so he went to Tianjin by boat and went home. We're halfway through the holiday. The first thing his father did when he got home was to order Zhong Shu and Han Zhong to write an article. An essay by Han Zhong was highly praised, while an essay by Zhong Shu was plain and vulgar. His father was very angry and gave him a beating. Zhong Shu smiled and described his embarrassment at that time: his family were enjoying the cool in the yard, and he was still alone in the hall, crying in pain and shame. Although the fight didn't play the role of "suddenly enlightened", it also aroused the ambition to study hard. Zhong Shu studied hard and made great progress in his composition. Sometimes he does not write ancient prose according to the method taught by his father, but embeds some parallel prose, which is also praised by his father. He also began to learn to write poetry, but did not ask his father. 1927 Taowu Middle School was closed, and he and Han Zhong were admitted to Wuxi Puren Middle School run by the Anglican Church. Zhong Shu is often disciplined by his father. He often writes to his father, from dictation to writing, from writing to writing articles. Before Zhong Shu was admitted to Tsinghua, he was no longer beaten, but the proud son of his father. Once he wrote an epitaph for his father to a large family in the countryside. At lunch that day, Zhong Shu's mother heard her father praise the article to her mother. She was so happy that she immediately tipped him off and said to him in front of his aunt, "Ah Da, dad praised you! Say your article is well written! " Zhong Shu heard his father's praise for the first time. He was as happy as his mother, so he remembered it clearly. At that time, the Commercial Press published a book by Qian Mu and made a preface for Zhong Shu's father. According to Zhong Shu, he wrote it on his own behalf and didn't change a word.
I often write polite letters, but I never draft them. I wrote them on eight lines of stationery at the beginning, and I would look up several times. I wrote exactly eight lines, not many lines, but many lines. Zhong Shu said that it was all trained by his father, and he had a lot of "exploding chestnuts" on his forehead. Zhong Shu's aunt died at the age of 20. I was admitted to Tsinghua that year and went to Beijing to go to school in autumn. That's when his father collected "letters from my ancestors". Behind his father's back, Zhong Shucai knew that his father had written down every letter in his notebook. This letter is very interesting and gives a vivid description of teachers and classmates. Unfortunately, all Zhong Shu's letters from home (including those addressed to me) were collected by "back to the army".
1968, Rao Yu Wei, Zhong Shu's classmate in Tsinghua, wrote an article "Memories of Tsinghua" in Singapore. There is a passage about Zhong Shu: "Among the classmates, we are most influenced by Qian Zhongshu. He has a profound knowledge of Chinese and English and is good at philosophy and psychology. He reads Chinese and western books all day. The strangest thing is that he never takes notes in class. He just takes a book that has nothing to do with class and reads his own book while listening to the class, but the exam is always the first. He likes reading and encourages others to read. ..... "According to Zhong Shu, he brought a notebook with him in class, but instead of taking notes, he scribbled on it. At present, Xu Zhende and Zhong Shu in the United States belong to the same department and class. At first, he won the first place in his class because of Zhong Shu, and wanted to give him a beating, because he and Zhong Shu used to rank first. Once, there was a problem that could be solved. Zhong Shu explained it to him. He is very grateful. They became friends and often sat together in the last row in class. Xu Jun paid attention to a female classmate in class. Zhong Shu drew a series of "Yan Xu Change Maps" in his notebook, which was very popular among his classmates. Zhong Shu once proudly showed it to me. A year ago, when Xu Jun came back from the United States, when Zhong Shu talked about "the map of Yan Xu changed", he couldn't help laughing. (1) The 50th Anniversary Album of Tsinghua University's Fifth Grade Graduation (1984) reprinted this door, and Rao Jun passed away.
When Zhong Shu was a child, every herb sold in China pharmacies was wrapped in two layers of paper. A blank sheet of paper with the name and nature of the drug printed on it. Every time you take a dose of medicine, you can save a stack of paper wrapped in medicine. This kind of paper is clean and absorbent. When Zhong Shu was about eight or nine years old, he often copied the Mustard Garden hidden by his uncle or the "painting in poetry" in 300 Tang poems. He gave himself a nickname "Xiang Angzhi"-because he worships Xiang Yu, and "Angzhi" is the spirit of Xiang Yu in his imagination. He wrote the name "Xiang Angzhi" on every painting, and he was very proud. He is often interested in Xiang Angzhi, but he only hates the poor painting. He once asked his daughter, who was in middle school at that time, to copy some famous naughty paintings in the West. One of them is The Devil's Legacy (the name of the painting was invented by me). The devil escaped with air in the back like a trumpet, and the painting was wonderful. Painting "Changing the Picture" in class and Yang's daughter copying "The Devil's Stinky Picture" are all manifestations of "infatuation".
Zhong Shu is "eager to study hard" under his father's instruction. In fact, he studies out of preference, just like a gluttonous glutton: he eats a lot of intestines, doesn't choose the thick ones carefully, and eats them in a mixture of sweet and salty. He can laugh at extremely vulgar books. He not only watched the gag in the opera, but also moved it again and again until he fell down. Most exquisite and profound works, such as philosophy, aesthetics, literary theory, etc. He ate and ate like a child's snack, and gradually ate up the thick books. Poetry is his favorite reading. A big dictionary, dictionary, encyclopedia, etc. He not only read letter by letter, but also took pains to add new entries to old books when he saw the new edition. He often takes notes when reading.
I have only seen him study hard once. It was in Oxford, and the pre-test of the thesis was to take the course of "version and collation" and to be able to identify the manuscripts since the fifteenth century. He is not interested. He reads a detective novel every day to "rest his brain" and "rest" until he dances in his sleep. I don't know whether to catch the murderer or fight with the police myself. As a result, I failed the exam and had to make up the exam after the summer vacation. This make-up exam is also mentioned in the introduction of the English version of Fortress Besieged. Zhong Shu visited the United States on 1979, and the publisher showed him the introduction of the translation. He was surprised and smiled when he saw this paragraph, but he didn't expect the investigation to be so accurate. Later, when Theodore Harts came to see him, he realized that he was asking Donald Stuart, Zhong Shu's classmate in Oxford. In Qian Zhongshu published by Hu Zhide 1982, this incident was deleted.
Zhong Shu's "Qi" book can't hold, but it still overflows. When we were in Oxford, he took a nap, and I posted it, but a person fell asleep while writing. He woke up to see me asleep, full of ink, and wanted to draw me a painted face. But I woke up as soon as he put pen to paper. He didn't expect my face to eat more ink than rice paper. I washed away the ink marks and my face was as fast as paper. Later, he stopped playing pranks, only drew a portrait for me, and added glasses and a beard to it, which looked very enjoyable. After returning home, he returned to Shanghai in the summer vacation. On a hot day, his daughter fell asleep (she was still a doll). He drew a big face on her belly and was scolded by his mother. He dare not draw any more. When he occupied Shanghai, his excess "arrogance" was often vented on his uncle's children, grandchildren and his daughter A Yuan. This string of children are two years apart and often play together. Some languages have reached the edge of "uncivilized" or "smelly", so it is very wise to avoid them. Zhong Shu changed his way, or made a gesture, or made an incision to draw them out, because they said "dirty words" and a group of children quarreled and fought around him, endlessly. Although he was besieged, he pretended to be the winner. He teased his daughter to play. Before going to bed every day, he buried a "mine" under her bed, all kinds of toys, mirrors, brushes, even inkstones or many brushes. He was so happy when her daughter exclaimed. Daughter must search carefully when sleeping and take out everything in the quilt. Zhong Shu couldn't wait to tuck the broom and dustpan into her daughter's bed and won an unexpected victory. It's no fun to play with this kind of thing every day, but Zhong Shu enjoys it.
He told his daughter that there was an ugly child in Fortress Besieged, and that was her. A Yuan believed it, but she didn't care. He wrote an opening "Heart of Lily", in which a girl wore a purple sweater. Zhong Shu told A Yuan that she was the most annoying child. A yuan is worried that her father will wronged her. She looks for his manuscript every day, and Zhong Shu hides it in another place every day. One hides, the other looks, and it becomes a game of hide and seek. Later, even I didn't know where the manuscript was hidden. Zhong Shu's "Qi" is also peculiar and unique. He said to me seriously: "If we have another child, it may be better than A Yuan, and we will like that child, so how can we be worthy of A Yuan?" Advocating the theory that one parent has one child has never mentioned that parents only have one child to be single-minded.
After liberation, we have a very clever cat in Tsinghua. The kitten climbed the tree for the first time and was afraid to come down. Zhong Shu managed to save it. When the kitten came down, she gently put her paw on Zhong Shu's wrist to express her gratitude. We often quote the western proverb: "Hell is full of ungrateful people." This kitten knows the feeling, and Zhong Shu says it is spiritual and special. Cats grow up and fight with other cats in the middle of the night. Zhong Shu specially prepared a bamboo pole and leaned against the door. No matter how cold it was, as soon as he heard the cat meow, he quickly climbed out of the hot bed, took a bamboo pole and went out to help his cat fight. One of the opponents who fight with our cat is the baby cat next to Ms. Lin, which is called the "focus of love" of her family. I often worry that Zhong Shu will hurt the harmony between the two families because of that cat. I quote him: "It depends on the face of the owner to beat the dog, and the face of the housewife to beat the cat!" " (Cat's first sentence), he said with a smile, "Theories are always formulated by people who don't practice."
Qian often said that "fools have fun". As a bookworm, he is really a bit silly. Books for him to read are as rich as the rich man's "hit grain" and will be supplied from all directions (except for the period of decentralization, he has to "ruminate" his notes and the dictionary he carries with him). New books always reach him in unexpected ways. As long as he has books to read, he will be all right. This is another manifestation of the so-called "infatuation" of family members. Zhong Shu and my father share the same interest in poetry and have many common languages. Zhong Shu often says some delicate and elegant naughty words to his father, laughing and laughing. Once my father asked me, "Is Zhong Shu always so happy?" "Happiness" is also the expression of money's so-called "infatuation".
I think the author of Guanzui Bian and Lu is a studious and thoughtful Zhong Shu, the author of Huaiju Ten Villages is a Zhong Shu who worries about the world and hurts his life, and the author of Fortress Besieged is a Zhong Shu full of infatuation. We get along well with each other every day. He often likes to say silly things, and then he adds creation, association and exaggeration, from which I can often appreciate the brushwork of Fortress Besieged. I think the characters and plots in Fortress Besieged have become real things because of his arrogance. However, after all, he is not an ignorant idiot and is not indifferent to social phenomena. Therefore, although all the details in the novel make people laugh, the atmosphere in the book, as the novel ends, says: "The irony and sadness of life are deeper than all languages and all smiles", which makes people feel deeply moved.
After Zhong finished Fortress Besieged, his infatuation was still strong, but it was not reflected in his second novel. 1957 spring, "shine brilliantly" reached its climax. His Notes on Selected Poems of Song Dynasty has just been published. Because his father was ill, he went to visit relatives in Hubei and wrote five quatrains on the way. Now I quote three poems: "Writing detailed comments in the morning hurts the city." The whale in the blue ocean is idle, just teach it to be clear. ""there are many things to turn an enemy into an enemy, and drinking water is so cold and warm. If the film is fake, it should fade and there is no dream at night. " "Wandering clearly in the car, vaguely distant and empty. The leaves are still flying, the wind is uncertain, and suddenly it rains. " The last two songs conveyed his feelings about the situation. The first article specifically refers to the Notes on Selected Poems of Song Dynasty, and points out the famous sentences of Du Fu and Yuan Haowen ("Or look at the blue ocean, but there is no whale fishing in the blue ocean"; Who is the chisel hand in the poem? Let's teach Jing Wei to be turbid for the time being. "). As far as I know, he is confident that he still has a talent for writing, but he can only engage in research or criticism. From then on, he was not only "silent", but also stopped thinking about it. After Fortress Besieged was reprinted, I asked him if he wanted to write another novel. He said: "There may be interest, but the number of talents is decreasing year by year. It is impossible to write, only resentment; If there are any conditions you can't write, you will regret it. There is still room for self-deception in jealousy. Regret is the so-called' moment to face the truth' in the Spanish you have learned, which makes you unable to deceive yourself, forgive, tolerate and taste bad. I would rather hate than regret. "Maybe these words can be used as a preface to the annotation and reprint of Fortress Besieged.
I feel old myself; There are some things that no one knows except the two of us. I want to write it down one by one while the husband and wife are alive. If there are mistakes, he can point them out and I can correct them. What I wrote in Fortress Besieged was all fiction, and what I recorded was all facts.
Basic etiquette of security service. Work attitude:
1, obey the leader? Obey the work arrangement and deployment of superiors to the letter.