I was born on October 5, 1990 (I will leave my hometown after seven months after seven months. Fujian Fuzhou. But in my heart, Fuzhou is always my hometown, because it is my parent town. I have heard the extremely trivial and extremely intimate story from my parents. It is a background in Fuzhou.
My mother said: I was born in Longpu Camp in Fuzhou City. In the house of this grandfather, live in our big family, there is a pool in the courtyard. At that time, when Fuzhou often sent a big water, when the water was large, the goldfish in the pool swayed to our house.
My grandfather Xie Zi Xiu (恩) old gentleman is a teaching book, and the Daoan Temple in the city is a business. He is the first person of our first reading literacy. I remember that when I was 11 years old (191st year), when I returned to Fuzhou from Shandong, I saw a thin set of red-printed family spectrum on the grandfather's bookshelf. The first ancestor is Changwu, the following is Shun Yungong, with the public, then my grandfather. It seems that we also said that our family is moving from Jiangxi, which is the descendants of Jin Dynasty Xie'an. But in a quiet winter night, when I was alone, he suddenly touched my head and said: "You are the first girl who first officially goes to school, you must read it well." To put it here, he talked about our poor home world. It turned out that my grandfather is a poor farmer in Yingling Township, Changle County, Fujian, because of the natural disasters, escaped in Fuzhou City to learn to do tailors.
This is the same as the first generation of Chinese people now spread throughout the world, is forced by the natural disasters of the motherland, floating over the sea, leaning against the three knives, scissors (ready-to-wear industries), kitchen knife (restaurant industry), The razor (hairdressing) started home, but my grandfather has not escaped so far!
At that time, the tailor was a year three, namely the Spring Festival, the Dragon Boat Festival, the Mid-Autumn Festival, can go to the account. When the Spring Festival of this year, when Grandfather came to others, because he did not recognize the word, he was defeated by people. He returned to the home in both hands, waiting for the rice pot, his grandmother heard this unfortunate news, silent a meeting , I went out and didn't come in half a day. When I went out, she has been self-sufficient in the tree of the corner! He quickly saved her, two people crying; this pair of young farmers, kneeling in the cold wind, swearing to the sky: In the future, if you give a son, you will fight for life, but also let him read literacy, Good for your father, please. But from that, my grandmother has lived in four daughters, and the fifth child has come to a man, or it is still difficult. This rare boy is my grandfather, Mr. Xie Zi Xiu, the name "Dad".
This story, give me the impression, my feelings are great! If my grandfather is a big tree, his second generation is a branch, we are all branches; Ye falls in the roots, and our roots are deeply tied in the field of Fujian Yokoliang Township. I am not a "Wuyi Gate" originated, but a man who did not know, bullied by the deceived peasant tailor. The four daughters of his grandfather, my aunt, just because they were a girl, they were deprived of reading literacy! When I took this unexpected story, he was very unhappy when he was very happy. Who said? When I told him that when my grandfather said to me, he didn't talk about it for a long time. After a while, he quietly told me, don't tell this story again to others. At this moment, I feel very dissatisfied with his "forget" and "light farmers"! Since then, I will no longer comply with our habit of writing our family. I wrote in any form of origin, no longer the "Fujian Minhou" of the grandfather "entered school", but "Fujian Changle", with this to express my different opinions! I have been in this life, until today, in Fuzhou, I stayed in Fuzhou for more than two years, and I don't have to say that Changle County's Yingling Township. But I remember that when we were in Fuzhou in 191, there were several fathers in Yingling Township, and I invited my father to go back. They said that the Hengling Township is small, always being deceived, and there is a military officer in this ranking, and there should be a few play bravely going back to boast. Father said respectfully: He could go back to the ancestors, but he didn't sold soldiers, and he won't be able to bring the soldiers.
I still remember that the father gave the father a red paper bag, it was a hundred silver perspectives, and ten silver dollars. The father returned this red paper package, only to the father and the old people to sacrifice the ancestors. As a nine second year, I wrote a short story called "Human Township" in Beijing "Morning News". It is this story. Now this clip is not found.
In the conversation from Grandfather and Father, I learned that the Hengling Township is extremely poor. The farmers will work hard in the fields in the field, and they have lived in the life of the poverty, only to be sold as "drama" can escape the local. When I saw the "meeting ceremony" that was made by 100 silver persons, I learned the poor peasant of Shandong Yandong Mountain Jinzhai, I was familiar with, my heart was in my heart, I can't say sad. taste!
I love my grandfather, and he also loves me, and I am not always at home, I have never been turned into a book because I often go to the book, but I have never turned his book. After reading it, I will put it back into the original place. In 191, I returned to Fuzhou, I was always around him. At that time, our home was live in the "Fuzhou City, the Wanxing Barrel Stone Shop". This address, now I am writing very familiar, kind, because since I will write, my parents often urge I write letters to my grandfather, the envelope must write. This house is very big, lives with our four-bedroom people. Grandfather and our room, lived on both sides of the hall, our front and rear houses, lived in our six mouth, the grandfather, the post-house, only one of him and the full house, there My paradise, I got it to get it in the book. The book I have seen, gave me the most impression of Qing Yuan (Sikai) note novel "Zi Dumble", and my grandfather's old friend Lin Biao (Qinnan) of the French masterpiece translated Tea Women's Wife. This is the beginning of me to try to search for "forest translation novels", and it can be said that I pursue the beginning of Western literary works.
Our house, there are several yards, but it is not like the "Siheyuan" in the north, just in front of a row or a room, there is a rectangular "patio", there is a bite in each "patio". Well, this is almost the characteristics of Fuzhou house. In this large room, in addition to living, the guest room and study room. Almost all the halls and the passenger, the walls of the book are attached or hanging on the wall. There is a long couplet of red paper on the column of the front house. I only remember the last sentence of the Shanglian. It is "Jiang Zaowei to push Xie Fu". This is also a piping of the Jin Dynasty, Xie Tai Fu, I will not precaution. Remember it! However, there are indeed a lot of very good memories in these hangs, such as the Eastern Hall of the Eastern Hall of our uncle's parents, is:
Survey month
Another example is a grandfather to write on the western hospital floor:
It is not enough to know that
These two couplets are extremely deep to my ideological education. Grandfather wrote the banner, and there is everywhere. I only remember two sentences in the flower poems in Daoan:
Red purple blue blue white green yellow
In the aisle of the wisdom of the wisdom, there is a deputy of my grandfather Yang Wei Bao (颂 颂), a pair of grandfather, gave my grandfather, is:
Knowing the monarch is a later
The words written all rounds and powerful! I really like this pair, because "I don't want to be horses", my father, "later" praise his old friend, my grandfather!
It should be said that my father Xie Hao (mirror) from "not ignorant". He is the third son of my grandfather. My two unfrupys have inherited my grandfather's career, and made a tutorith. At the age of seventeen years old, I just gave birth to my grandfather's friend, and I returned to Fuzhou to recruit naval students. He saw my father. I think this youth can "spend the pen", give my father. A poetry question, is the "Month to Mid-Autumn Festival", and there is an eight shares of commends. My father did it. In a poor teaching book, there is a child to be "soldiers", or a good thing, so my father put a cotton robe sewed in two long shirts and half pounds of the uncle. He follows Yan Lao to the watermaster of Tianjin Zizhu Forest, and go to a driver.
The father probably did not stay in the UK, but as a young officer on a cruiser, he came to several countries, such as the United Kingdom, Japan. I remember that he said angrily: "At that time, there is a Chinese song, even a national song is not! We go to the UK to receive the warships purchased by our China, when they hold the ceremony, they actually play a" mother " It's so confused, the folk song toned, as a Chinese national anthem, you see! "
During the Sino-Japanese War, the father is the two pairs of guns on the "Weiyuan" ship, and participated in the sea battle. The warship was later shattered in Weihai Wei. The father went to Liu Gongjima, and returned to Fuzhou.
My mother often talks about me that I am worried about. My mother Yang Fuci, when she was 14 years old, her parents had died, followed by her uncle, Mr. Yan Yan, 19 years old married Xie family. Her marriage is stated by my grandfather and grandfather when she is nine years old. After marriage, the little couple feeling excellent, because my father lives in marine, "will be less from", so they communicate very diligent, sing and poems. I only remember the three sentences written by my father: Why do you learn to go to the cattle, Yanshan Minhai is separated, will be less than free.
After the army of the army, because there are many people in the naval, there is a lot of death, so we live on this street, today is the door of the white paper, tomorrow is the paste on the white paper door. Mother felt this white paper door, there will always be on the door of our house! She quietly bought a box of opium tobacco, hiding on the body, ready once, she got the father's death, she took the poison. Grandfather saw the feelings of the mother and sorrow, let my two sisters, day and night, beside the mother. There is someone in the house to seek sign for my mother. If you sign it: If you are lonely, if you want to have, it is a month. Mother was suspected of taking the signed paper. After some days, I heard someone knocked on the night, and the mother was hurry to open the door, and the father of the moonlight saw the father! The mother said: "At that time, there were two fingers so wide!"
Since then, this pair of young couples will hold a few months after the six or seven years of will be less. At that time, the mother and her three, each ten days replaced the big family, and the father helped the mother to swim, fire, play water, and be a hand.
Soon, the Navy, Sad Dingming (Zhenbing) General, came to a telegram and called my father.
In 1912, I was admitted to Fuzhou Women's Normal School Foundation in Fuzhou, and the school life has lived. I am still not very common in the first few days, and I have a long time to tears, but I have never said to anyone. I am afraid that those elders who don't agree with girls to go to school, they will come out! But I quickly made a lot of good classmates. So far, I can go to the order of the teacher, recite the names of more than a dozen students. Fuzhou woman's address is a flower alley in the city. It is a very old home house. I remember that there is a small pool on the classroom, and the pool is a banana. There is still a big pond in the school, and there is a stone bridge on the pool, connecting between two pavilions. Our principal is Ms. Fangjun, Mr. Fangjun, Mr. Fang Dynasty, one of the seventy-two martyrs in Huangligang. Our essay teacher is Mr. Lin Budu. When I left the woman, I also came to a Japanese female teacher of teaching, surnamed Shijing, her name, I don't remember. I only read three semesses in this school. After the founding of the Republic of China, the Navy's Minister Huang Zhongwei (Zouhou), came again, and called his father. Soon, our family has arrived in Beijing.
I can only write here for more than ten years, I haven't waved like this! My memories are like the spring water of the initial gynechers, and they will rush. For more than a decade, sleep is also less, "Xiaoyang Pillow is clear", these memories always make people rejoicing and emerging in my heart. This scene of pictures or text is all my younger brothers have not seen or heard, even if they have seen it, they will not remember understand, not to say my second generation of third generation. I sometimes think if I don't write these, and these graphics will disappear with my engraved impression. Is this a pity? But I think at the same time, these are about personal things, not left or forgotten, maybe better. These two ideas have contradictory many years in my heart.
In the winter of 1936, I was applying to her house in London, the UK, should have a tea in Virginia Woolf. We have been talking about the British British retreat and China's Xi'an in the British in the fog, China and the United Kingdom. She suddenly said to me: "You should write an autobiography." I shook his head and said: "Our Chinese did not write self-passing, and there was nothing to be writable about myself." She said: "I said." I am not If you write yourself, but you want you to use yourself, put the local social phenomenon, even about some of the individual's things, you can use the historical materials for future generations. "I didn't say anything at the time." Go away. Things have been forty-three years old, I think it is, I think there is some truth today. "Thought is later", I will put these drawings and text that repeatedly resemble it in my mind, and write freely written on paper.
Before I was half a century, I wrote such a few words in the previous example: I will move these past events on white paper - I don't search for my heart when I remember !
These sentences are still applicable. After moving these pictures and text, after my heart is too much!
