When KaeheKllwiz’s paintings were printed, Ms. ASedley made a preface, which was very appropriate, because they knew each other very well, and they soon made it and forced Mr. Mao Dun to translate it. Now, such words have been published in the selection. For many years, KAEHEKLLWIZ has never benefited from giving her a title, and a large number of drawings, pencils, pens, woodcuts and copper carvings have been made. Studying these shows that the two major themes are matched with her early years, maternal love, maternal protection, relief to death, and cage exposure to her is tragic protection.
Once, I asked her that you used to resist the theme, but now you seem to have forgotten the idea that you can’t die. What is this? She replied in a bitter tone, maybe because I am getting older every day.
When I saw this place, I thought about it. It was 1991 when she died to make painting materials. At this time, she was only forty-three or four years old. I thought about her age this year, but I didn’t feel so deeply about death more than ten years ago. About our life and death have been treated at will, and we have been careless about ourselves. Some foreigners say that China people are most afraid of death. This is actually not true, but every unmovable person dies.
Everyone believes that the state after death is more conducive to death. Everyone knows that we in China believe in ghosts recently or that ghosts are dead. Although we are no longer human beings, we still don’t lose ghosts. However, it is not an imaginary ghost for a long time, but it is different because of the rich and poor before their lives. The poor people generally go to reincarnation after death. Buddhism says that reincarnation is of course not so simple, but the poor people often don’t understand it. This is the death penalty prisoner who screams and is a hero when he is tied to the court. Besides, he looks scared. Ghost clothes are the same as those of poor people at the end of their lives. Being a ghost is never decent. It’s far from being reborn immediately. Naked babies are counted. Have we ever seen anyone who gave birth to a child wearing a call-up or swimming suit? It’s never good to start over. Maybe people will ask, since they believe in reincarnation, maybe the next life will fall into a poorer situation or it’s simply more terrible, but I don’t think so. They are sure that they have not committed the crime of animal cruelty. They have never fallen into the position of animal cruelty. Money.
However, people with status and money don’t think it’s time to die. On the one hand, they turn laymen into buddhas, while on the other hand, they also advocate reading classics and being sages. Like superman when he was alive, they have gone beyond reincarnation after death. Although they don’t think they deserve reincarnation, in addition, they don’t think they should be prepared to be a ghost. When they are 50 years old, they should find a burial place for themselves, burn paper ingots and have grandchildren in the dark. This is really more enjoyable than being a man. Now I am a ghost in the sun and a good grandson. Will Star sell manuscripts or go to the North New Bureau to settle accounts? Don’t lie leisurely in nanmu or gloomy wooden coffins, and a table will be filled with a pile of national coins on holidays. Isn’t it quick?
Generally speaking, except for the extremely rich and mysterious law, it is generally beneficial for the poor to be reincarnated into a well-off society immediately and to be a ghost well-off society for a long time. Being a ghost is a big word because of ghost life, but I don’t think it’s appropriate to say that he hasn’t lived a boring life. Of course, continuous yin also dominates and is extremely strict and fair, but he is willing to bend the rules and give gifts to him, just like a good official
I’m afraid a group of people are just dying, but I don’t think I’ve always been a soul knot in this casual party. I didn’t know and studied whether death is painful or not. Later, I stopped digging and forgot that my friends died in the last ten years, and wrote some articles, but I didn’t seem to think that I had been particularly ill for two years, and my illness lasted for a long time. This often reminded me of my age, but on the one hand, I also wrote some letters of kindness or malice.
Since last year, every time I rest and lie on the rattan chair after illness, I don’t think about what I should do after I recover my physical strength. I will stop after I decide what I want to do, but I have to do it quickly. I didn’t think about my age before, but I never thought about death directly.
It wasn’t until this year’s serious illness that it was caused by death. I thought it was because I was still sick every time. Although he was not a lung specialist, he was old and experienced, but he said that his predecessors were very familiar with talking. However, the doctor gave me two or three warnings, but I still didn’t tell others that it was too long for me to get sick. It was a foregone conclusion that a few friends came to see an American doctor and he was the only one in Europe. After the diagnosis and auscultation, the expert of lung disease in Europe declared that I was the most resistant to diseases, but I was a typical China person. I also declared that I was going to die five years ago, and said that my sentimental friends were crying. I didn’t have any other way because I think other doctors must have failed to treat patients who had died for five years from Europe, but the doctor’s diagnosis was very accurate. Later, I took a chest X-ray and saw the scene, which was almost the same as his diagnosis.
I didn’t care much about his announcement, but I was also influenced by it. I lay down day and night and talked hard. I couldn’t even carry the newspaper and never refined it to my heart. I just wanted to die from now on, but I didn’t want to be a hero twenty years later or how to live in a nanmu coffin for a long time. It was a trivial matter before I died. At this time, I was sure that I really believed in people. I thought about writing a will. If I had been a rich son-in-law, I would have forced me to write a will. Now I can’t afford it, but I seemed to
No one shall be given a penny for the funeral, except for old friends.
Second, hurry up and bury it.
Third, don’t do anything to commemorate.
Forget that I care about my own life. If I don’t, I’m really confused.
Five-year-olds should never be writers or artists if they can find something small to live by when they grow up.
Don’t take what others promise you seriously.
Seven hurt others’ teeth, but oppose revenge, and advocate forgiveness and don’t let him approach.
In addition, I still forget it now. I remember thinking that when Europeans die, it is often a ritual that others forgive themselves and others. I have a lot of complaints about my enemies. If new people ask me how to answer, I have thought about it and decided to let them resent it. I will not forgive any of them.
But this ceremony didn’t hold a will and didn’t write it, but when I was lying silently, I felt more anxious thoughts, so even when I died, it didn’t hurt, but maybe it didn’t end like this at the last moment, but once in a lifetime, I always stood it, but then I got better. Now I don’t think these things are really going to die before I die, but even these thoughts may not be necessary, but I don’t know exactly.
September fifth
A brief account of Russian translation of ah q’s preface
Axiu
I should be grateful for this, and I feel very happy. Fortunately, my translation of a short article, Mr. Xi Li BAVassiliev, who is well versed in China, has to be displayed in front of Russian reading.
Although I have tried, I am still not sure whether I can really write a modern Chinese soul to others. I don’t know. In my own mind, it always seems that we all have a high wall to separate our hearts from each other. This is our ancient wise people, that is, sages divide people into ten grades, saying that their names are different. Now, although they can’t, the ghost is still there and getting worse. Even a person’s body is not equal to his feet. It is very clever for a person not to feel the physical pain of others. However, we saints and saints are very clever.
We ancients have created a terrible piece of writing, but I don’t resent it very much, because I think they didn’t mean it. However, many people can’t use it to speak. They even dare not think about it. Now what we can hear is just a few saints who have advised the people, but they have quietly grown, withered and died like grass under a big stone for 4 thousand years.
It is really difficult to draw such a silent national soul in China, because it has been said that whether we are uninnovated or not, the ancient people are still not connected with each other, and even their own hands hardly know their own feet. Although I try my best to explore people’s souls, I always regret that in the future, all people will wake up and leave in the high wall, but it is rare now. I have to write these in my eyes and live in China alone.
After my novel, the first thing I noticed was that a young critic condemned me for being sick, funny and sarcastic, or sneered at me. I should also suspect that there is really terrible ice in my heart. However, I want to see that life is different because of it, and it is different because of reading. Then this article may see another scene in the eyes of our Russian reading. This is really meaningful to me.
Lu Xun in Beijing on May 26th, 1925.
Write a brief account
I was born in 1911 in Fucheng, Shaoxing, Zhejiang Province. My father was a native of Luxiang, my mother. She was able to see things. It was said that when I was young, my family still had forty or fifty acres of paddy fields. I was not very worried about my livelihood, but when I was thirteen, my family suddenly suffered a great change. When I stayed with a relative, I was called begging. So I decided to go home, and my father became seriously ill and died for about three years. I gradually lost sight of it. My mother organized a little trip for me to teach me to find a school.
At that time, when I was ten years old, I traveled to Nanjing and was admitted to the Navy Academy. After about half a year, I went to the mine to improve the mine road. After graduation, I was sent to Japan to stay. However, after graduating from Tokyo Preparation School, I was determined to be a doctor. First, because I did know that new doctors helped China reform, I entered Sendai Medical College in Sendai for two years. At this time, during the-Japan war, I happened to see an Japanese being beheaded as a detective in the film. Therefore, I thought that I should promote new literature and art first in China. I abandoned my citizenship and went to Tokyo. Some friends made some subtotals, but they all failed one after another. I tried to go to Germany and failed. Finally, because my mother and others wanted me to help financially, I came back to China. I was twenty-nine years old.
As soon as I returned to China, I worked as a biochemical teacher in Zhejiang and Hangzhou Normal Colleges. In the second year, I went to nave, Shaoxing to be the dean. In the third year, I went nowhere to think about working as a compiler in a store. But after the recovery of Shaoxing, I became the president of a normal school. The revolutionary government established the Minister of Education in Nanjing and recruited me to move to Beijing as a department member. Until now, I have also worked as a lecturer in Chinese at Beijing Normal University.
When I was staying, I published a few bad articles in magazines. My first novel was written in 1991 at the suggestion of my friend Qian Xuantong. It was only at this time that I published it in the new youth. Pennae, a pseudonym of Lu Xun, often made a short comment with another name. Now it is printed into a short story and the rest are scattered in several magazines. Apart from translation, it is printed into another brief history of Chinese novels.
Lu Xun was born in Shaoxing City, Zhejiang Province in 111. His father was a scholar, and his mother was a native of Luxiang. She was educated to the point where she could read, but her family left 40 or 50 acres of land, but it was sold out before her father died. At this time, I was about thirteen or fourteen years old, but I barely studied in China for more than three or four years.
Because I had no money, I couldn’t find a school, so I went to Nanjing for half a year and was admitted to the Navy Hall. Soon I was in charge of shifts. I thought that I couldn’t get on the deck, so I went to the Mine Road Hall, where I graduated and was sent to Japan. But I changed my mind and changed my mind to become a doctor for two years, and I changed my mind to write articles. So I read some articles and translated some papers and managed to publish them in publications until my mother lived in France in 1991. Then I returned to China. I was a teaching assistant at Hangzhou Normal School. After the revolution in 1912, I was
However, the leader of Shaoxing Revolutionary Army is a robber, and I am not satisfied with his behavior. He said that he would kill me, so I went to Nanjing to work in the Ministry of Education, and then I went to Beijing to be the head of the second section of the Department of Education. Since the Cultural Revolution in 1991, my pen-name novels by Lu Xun have been short stories since they were published in the new youth, and I have also been a lecturer in Beijing Normal University. Because of making comments, the enemy has increased. Chen Yuan, a Beijing professor, published this. This is why Lu Xun got me to Duan Qirui, dismissed me and arrested me. I left Beijing to Xiamen to
About half a year later, the northern expedition of the Kuomintang went smoothly, and some professors from Xiamen also came to Guangzhou. Soon after, I cleared the Party. I had never seen such a murder in my life, so I quit my job and went back to the sea to make a living. However, when I joined the Grand Alliance, I heard that the Kuomintang was wanted, so I hid, and then I joined the Left Wing Alliance and the Democratic Alliance. By this year, I was almost banned from translating by the Kuomintang after 1926.
Apart from translation and editing, I created short stories, two prose poems, a memory, a paper and a short comment on the history of Chinese novels.
Title portrait
Lingtai stratagem escapes from the arrow of God.
Feng Yu pan an old home
Send a message to the cold star.
I recommend Xuanyuan in blood.
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