You are a ghost. In the 15th year of the Republic of China, Master Hongyi and I lived in a rented house in Li Yongyi, Jiangwan. One day, I wrote many words that I like and can match each other on a small piece of paper, made many small paper balls, scattered them on the altar in front of the statue of Sakyamuni, and drew lots twice. All the words are Yuan, so I named you Yuan Yuan Tang. Immediately ask Master Hongyi to write a banner for you, pay Jiuhuatang to frame it and hang it in the rented room in Jiangwan. This is the beginning of your spiritual existence. Later, I moved to Jiaxing and Shanghai, and you followed me like inseparable. As for eight years.
When I was twenty-two years old, I just took shape for you. In my hometown, Meishan Long, Shimen Bay, behind my old house, three tall buildings were built, and you just fell to the ground. The banner written by Master Hongyi is too small. I'll ask Mr Ma Yifu to sign it for you. Teacher Ma wrote you three big characters, followed by a poem:
The combination of energy and fate brings HarmonyOS system into the binocular angle.
The painter's view of this enlightenment is lifeless.
One color and one fragrance, the middle way, that is, this xx must stop.
You might as well draw the void with colored strokes, and the wonderful use begins with illusion.
The first sentence adds a meaningful explanation to the unintentional name I gave you. I'm glad to decorate it for you. I'm going to set up a ginkgo board for decades, and ask the carver to carve words and make a plaque. One day, I hung a colored ball on this plaque, hanging high in your center. I think you must be happier than me at this time. Later, I asked the master to write ten similes of great wisdom on a big screen, which was framed by Han in Hangzhou and hung on both sides of you. Under the plaque, there is an old plum hall painted by Wu Changshuo. Next to nave, there is also a couplet written by Master Hongyi, which reads "Hua Yan Jing": "If you want to be a master of various laws, you must feel a painter." Next to the big couplet, there is a small couplet written by myself, which uses Du Fu's poem: "Stop flying for a while, Wu Zhuer, and often come to talk about the new nest." The central room, with these kinds of wall decorations, has no other trivial hanging objects, dignified and natural, and is very harmonious with your personality. Mo Bao by Shen Zipei and some ancient paintings are hung in the East Room. The west room is my study. In addition to the books on the four walls, there is also a long volume about the organ written by master Hongyi. The text says, "True view, pure view, great wisdom view, Sanskrit sound and tide sound are better than other world sounds." Recently, I wrote a small pair on the opposite side, using a poem by Wang's sister, Chang 'an Jun: "Laugh hastily at the cups and plates, and the lights will fade for life." Because there is no electric light in my house, (because the electric light went out at eleven o'clock, and there is no fire meter. ) use kerosene lamps. Relatives and old friends often come to my house to talk about life. Besides tea, they just have a drink until the lights are on. The dim and peaceful luminosity of the oil lamp and the affinity of your building have enveloped the feelings of the people in the seat, making them relaxed and happy, talking and laughing. So I think the oil lamp is in harmony with all of you. In a word, I will give you a model and pay attention to your harmony. Because you are in Shimen Bay, an antique town, I won't wear a dress for you, but the most reasonable finery for you, so that you can live in harmony with the environment. Because you don't wear a dress, I won't provide you with modern furniture, but ask the carpenter to draw the most reasonable Chinese furniture, so that you can completely reconcile inside and outside. I remember one time, a friend in Shanghai bought me a carved tea tray of a man in black and told me to put it next to the sofa chair in my room. I politely declined. Because I think this furniture is very uncoordinated with your whole body, and it is even more against your spirit. Your whole body is simple, simple, solid and reasonable; This thing is strange and light. Your spirit is peaceful and happy. This thing treats slaves as figurines, which is cruel and inhuman. Things like this are not allowed in Yuanyuan Hall. Therefore, you are a work of art with complete harmony between spirit and flesh! Although I have only been with you for five years, these five years of life really remind me:
In spring, two double peaches stand guard in front of your door, and their heads are full of flowers. Inside the door, vermicelli reflects the wall, and roses line the green leaves. The swing in the yard stood gracefully, and the iron horse under the eaves sang quietly. There was a whisper in front of the hall, and the sound of making scissors came from the window. I will never forget this peaceful and happy scene.
In summer, red cherries and green plantains form a strong contrast in front of the main hall, suggesting impermanence. The new leaves on the grape shed turn the characters in the room into cyan, adding a layer of painting. Looking at the jagged figure outside the curtain, there are often happy laughter on the swing frame. Just before I came in, I picked a bear named "Xincheng Peach" and another bear named "Tongxiang Drunk". Cried in front of the hall: "Watermelon is open!" At the moment, many brothers and sisters came out from upstairs and downstairs. At night, a guest came and immediately took a seat for a drink in the shade of a banana. I will never forget this happy and carefree life.
In autumn, banana leaves hang high on the wall, and overlapping green curtains are built in front of the hall. The children kept climbing up and down the ladder under the grape shed. There is a jar of local grapes on the table by the window. At night, the bright moon shines on the tall building, and the cement downstairs is like a lake. The autumn insects on the four walls sing in unison, which sounds like an orchestra on the pillow. I will never forget this carefree situation.
In winter, the high-rise building facing south basks in the sun all day, and tea soup is constantly fried in the warm charcoal stove. My family has a table sitting in the sun and eating rice in winter. After dinner, everyone sweated and took off their clothes. There are a lot of dried taro piles under the porch, two or three jars of new rice wine in the corner, and thousands of homemade stinky tofu and mildew in the kitchen. On Saturday night, the children accompanied me to write late into the night. They often simmer some rice cakes in the stove, cook some eggs on foreign stoves and satisfy their hunger in winter nights. I will never forget this warm and comfortable interest.
You are my resting place. You are where I belong. I just want to spend my old age in your arms, and I will die in the bed on your right. Who knows that you were less than six years old, and suddenly you were devastated by violent enemies, making me homeless and never seeing you again! I still remember the last day I spent with you: it was last year 1 1 6th of the month. In the early winter afternoon, before the banana withered, the long leaves were competing with the white wall to send the thick green shadow to the window. I'm sitting in your west room, facing the History of Japanese Imperialism's Invasion of China written by Jian Jiang people, reading while reading notes. I'm going to write out countless incidents of Japanese aggression against China-from Japanese pirates harassing the coast in the Ming Dynasty to the "August 13th" war of aggression-in cartoons, and compile a cartoon history of Japanese aggression against China, which will be widely sold all over the country at the lowest price according to the method of "protecting students", so I have no idea. Your parents all moved to Hangzhou instead of going to school. Everyone sat around the square table in front of the window and studied geometry together. Your hostess and others are doing needlework in the East Room. At about two o'clock, two enemy planes suddenly appeared above you. Flying very low and loud, coming and going, coming and going, hovering over Shimen Bay. I knew something was wrong, so I got up at once and told my family to stand under your wall. Suddenly, with a loud noise, hundreds of your window panes shouted in unison. There is a bomb dropped in Shimen Bay, but I still hesitate to believe it. I think there are only four or five hundred families in this town, all of whom are innocent civilians and have no anti-Japanese equipment. Even if the violent enemy is cruel as an animal; Bombs also cost a lot of money. I didn't think they would throw it around, but before I finished, there were two louder voices. Boom! Your walls are shaking, your floor is jumping, the thermos bottle and hookah on the table are turned to the ground together, and these two bombs are thrown a few feet away from your back door! At this time, ten people in my family are going to die with you. Because you are particularly tall and eye-catching in the surrounding houses, it is the biggest goal. We also want to leave you and escape to the wild. However, the gunfire outside the window is constant, and going in and out is bound to kill you.
It's better to die with you than in the wild, so we all stood still. Fortunately, the bomb didn't fall on you. Dong Shinan continued to knock a few times. Two enemy planes circled over the city for two hours before leaving. Later, we went out to visit. Dongcheng burned down houses and killed more than ten people. Midtown destroyed the gazebo and more than ten people died. A few feet away from your back door, there are five of our neighbors. Some brains are in and out, and they are already dead. Some groaned and shouted, stretched out their hands and said to others, "help me!" " According to the statistics of the Public Security Bureau, 32 people died that day, and more than 0/00 people died one after another/kloc. The surviving Shimenwan people frowned and told each other: "Zhapu must have landed and will come again tomorrow. Let's escape! " That night, the whole town fled. Some people carry parcels on their backs and go to the countryside, while others take the old and the young to the countryside by boat. Four or five hundred people were heavily guarded and the whole town became a dead city. I was begging for a boat when the relatives of Nanshenbang, the Chiang brothers, arrived together and released a boat. There are ten people in our family, old and young, who say goodbye to you in this gray evening and rush to the countryside. Everyone thought that they would come back after leaving home for a while. Who knew this was our last day together?
I still remember the last night with you. It was 1 1 month15th, and I have lived in Nanshenbang country for nine days. During these nine days, enemy planes often attacked. In the countryside, we saw them flying from the seaside to Shimen Bay, flying down calmly and dropping bombs openly. Fortunately, the whole city is empty, and their bombs are at their own expense. Therefore, we dare not go out during the day. In the evening, everyone went out to get things. On this day, I met your little master, Chen Bao, and went out to get my book at night and said goodbye to you. Walking into your door, I saw bananas standing alone, and more than 20 glass windows were closed, all silent. The full moon shines on you from bananas, which makes you sad. When I stepped into the hall, I saw a hungry and thin yellow dog lying on the sofa. I was illuminated by a flashlight and suddenly got up, which startled me. I walked up the stairs, and a hungry old black cat turned out at the entrance, looked up at me, gave a few long and weak cries, and even lay at Chen Bao's feet, refusing to leave. We found some leftovers of cold rice to feed the cats and dogs, and then began to get books. I selected two baskets of books that I like and are recently useful and bought at a high price, and will send them to the countryside tomorrow. I'm afraid the enemy plane will throw incendiary bombs again and ruin everything for you. But I try my best to suppress this idea and prevent it from clearly emerging from my consciousness, because I can't bear to let you be destroyed and will never say goodbye to you! I packed two baskets of books. It's eleven o'clock and I'm a little hungry. I opened the cupboard door, found a bag of peanuts and half a bottle of rose soju, took it to Tang Xi's library, and put it on the wine table next to the couplet "Cao Cao's laughter, faint lights, life", and the two of them ate it. I drink peanuts and she eats peanuts. I found that she chewed peanuts very crisp and loud, just like the sound of drums in the city. My glass was placed on the table, and although it rang loudly, the whole room echoed. This makes me feel the silence of the environment, absolute silence, dead silence, unprecedented silence in my life. I picked up my flashlight and walked out the door with Chen Bao to see this unusual environment. From east to west, from south to north, we traveled all over the streets of Shimen Bay, and there was no sign of anyone or any fire. But there were several hungry and thin dogs lying in the alley. When they saw us, they barely stood up and gave a few sad and angry cries. Only the upstairs of a shop in Xiaxi Lane heard the old man's cough, which was very clear and terrible against the silence of the environment. We will go home soon. We slept in your master bedroom upstairs at midnight. Get up at dawn and go to the country. I'm afraid the enemy will come early in the morning. When I went out, I looked back and saw vermicelli reflecting the wall of vermicelli, cherries beside bananas, and more than 20 closed glass windows, reflecting the bleak brilliance in the morning light. I bid farewell to you in my heart: "Yuanyuan Hall, goodbye! We will meet again in the future! " Who knows this moment is our secret forever, and we will never see it again!
I have said a lot about the past, which seems unbearable, but it is not! I tell you today that we can't meet again now, but this is temporary, and there will be a more brilliant reunion in the future. Because you were destroyed by the gunfire of violent enemy aggression, or burned by the gunfire of our sacred counterattack. If you belong to the former, you must be as indignant as I am in the spirit of heaven, eager for the final victory to avenge you, and will never be sad and disappointed. If it is the latter, you must be as indifferent as me in the spirit of heaven; I hope that when you are burned to death, you will suddenly become empty, let the sacred anti-Japanese army pass safely and avenge you, and you will never be sad and disappointed. Instead of being sad and disappointed, I feel honored. Because we are fighting for justice, justice and humanity. We are fortunate enough to annihilate the violent enemy and safeguard human peace in the world, regardless of scorching the earth. What a glorious thing it is that you are the pioneer of the scorched earth war of resistance. The final victory has come! You will be resurrected soon! We will be reunited soon, even more brilliant!
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