Selected Essays of Bing Xin

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B冰心随笔精选篇一：我的故乡

I was born on October 5, 1900 (leap August 12 of the year of the lunar calendar gengzi), I left my hometown after seven months? Fuzhou, Fujian Province. But Fuzhou will always be my hometown in my heart because it is my parents' hometown. I heard from my parents' mouths extremely trivial and extremely kind and moving stories, all of which are based on the background of Fuzhou.

My mother said, "I was born in the city of Fuzhou, Lungpu camp. In the house that my grandfather rented, we had a large family, and there was a pool in the yard. At that time, Fuzhou was often flooded, and when the water was high, the goldfish in the pool swam into our house.

My grandfather Xie Zixiu (Luang En) old Mr., a teacher, in the city of Daonan Shrine apprenticeship as a profession. He was the first person in our Xie family to read and write. I remember when I was eleven years old (1911), from Yantai, Shandong Province, back to Fuzhou, in my grandfather's bookshelf, see a thin set of red printed family tree. The first ancestor was Mr. Changwu, followed by Mr. Shunyun, Mr. Yida, and then my grandfather. It also seemed to say that our Xie family had moved from Jiangxi and was descended from Xie An of the Jin Dynasty. But one quiet winter night, when my grandfather and I were alone, he suddenly touched my head and said: ? You are the first girl in our Xie family to go to school formally to study, you must study well. Here, he told the source of our poor family history! It turns out that my great-grandfather Yida Gong, a poor farmer in Hengling Township, Changle County, Fujian Province, because of natural disasters, fled to Fuzhou City to learn to do tailoring.

This is the same as our first generation of Chinese now all over the world, are for the motherland's natural and man-made disasters, forced to cross the ocean, relying on the three knives do not use the capital, scissors (clothing industry), kitchen knives (restaurant industry), razor (barbering) started, but my great-grandfather has not fled so far!

At that time, there were three festivals in a year for tailors, namely, the Spring Festival, Dragon Boat Festival, and Mid-Autumn Festival, and only then could they go to other people's houses to ask for money. This year's Spring Festival, the great-grandfather to others to ask for money, because he did not recognize the word, was reneged on the account, he returned home empty-handed and downcast, waiting for the great-grandmother to hear the unfortunate news, silent for a while, in tears, went out, half a day did not come in. When great-grandfather went out to see, it turned out that she had hanged herself from a tree in the corner! He rushed to save her down, the two hugged their heads and cried; the pair of young farmers, kneeling in the cold wind and swore to heaven: in the future, if God gives a son, risking his life, but also to let him read and write, so that he can keep the books for his father, to ask for money. But after that, my great-grandmother gave birth to four daughters in a row, and only the fifth child, a boy, was born, and it was a difficult birth. This rare boy was my grandfather, Mr. Hsieh Tzu-hsiu, nicknamed ? Dade. The first is a boy who was born in the middle of the night.

This story has made a deep impression on me, and I am greatly touched by it! If my grandfather is a big tree, his second generation is the branches, we are all the dense leaves on the branches; leaves return to their roots, and our roots are y rooted in the fields of Hengling Township, Fujian. I am not ? I am not from the Wuyi family. but the descendant of an illiterate and bullied peasant tailor. My great-grandfather's four daughters, my paternal aunts, were denied the right to read and write simply because they were girls! When I told this unexpected story, to one of my cousins, he was offended and asked me who I had heard it from? When I told him that it had been told to me by my grandfather himself, he was half speechless, and it was only after a while that he quietly instructed me not to tell this story to anyone else. At that moment, I was surprised at his ? forgetting his roots? and? I felt a great dissatisfaction with his forgetfulness of his roots and I felt great dissatisfaction! From then on, I stopped observing the custom of writing down the place of origin of our Xie family. The place of origin I wrote on any form was no longer my grandfather's? I no longer wrote my grandfather's place of origin on any form. where my grandfather went to school. Minhou, Fujian? but rather? Changle, Fujian?

In my life, up to now, I have stayed in Fuzhou for more than two years, not to mention Hengling Township in Changle County. But I remember when we were in Fuzhou between 1911 and 1912, there were a few people in Hengling Township who came to invite my father to go back. They said that Hengling Township was small and had always been bullied, and now that there was an officer in the clan, he should bring a few soldiers and braves back to brag about it. My father said respectfully that he could go back to pay tribute to his ancestors, but he had no soldiers and could not bring any.

I still remember that the elders gave my father a red paper gift, which was a hundred silver horns, worth ten silver dollars. I'm not sure if you're going to be able to get a good deal on a new product, but I'm sure you're going to be able to get a good deal on a new product. Around 1920, I wrote a short story called "Returning to the Countryside" in the Beijing Morning Post, which is about this story. Now I can't find this newspaper clipping.

From the conversation between my grandfather and my father, I learned that Hengling Township was extremely poor. Peasants have been laboring in the fields for generations, living in obscurity and poverty, only to be sold as? theater? , in order to escape from the native land. When I saw the package of one hundred silver horns? When I saw that package of 100 silver dimes, I thought of the gift I had received. When I think of the poor peasants in Jinhouzhai in Dongshan, Yantai, Shandong, which I am familiar with, an indescribable sadness welled up in my heart!

I loved my grandfather very much, and he loved me very much, because I was not always at home, and because, although I often went to read, I never messed up his books, and put them back in one piece when I was finished. When I returned to Fuzhou in 1911, I was always around him. At that time our family was living in ? Behind the Wanxing Bucket Stone Shop at the mouth of Yangqiao Lane, South Back Street, Fuzhou City? This address is still very familiar and dear to me as I write it now, because ever since I could write, my parents urged me to write letters to my grandfather from time to time, and the envelopes had to be written by me. The house was a large one, and it housed four members of our extended family. My grandfather and my family lived on both sides of the hall, while the front and back rooms on our side housed our family of six, and my grandfather's front and back rooms, which were filled with books, were filled with books and he was the only one. The books I read, the most impressive to me is the Qing Dynasty Yuan Mei's (Zicai) notebook novel "Zi Bu Shi", and my grandfather's old friend Mr. Lin Shu (Qinnan) translation of the wire-bound French masterpiece "The Remains of the Lady of the Camellias". This is what I have been searching for since then. This was the beginning of my search for Lin's novels. It was the beginning of my quest to read Western literature.

Our house, which has several courtyards, is not like the four courtyards in the north. courtyard? s courtyard, just in front of a row or entry of houses, there is a rectangular ? The courtyard is not like the courtyard of a courtyard in the north. Each of them has a rectangular patio in front of a row or a house. The courtyard is not like the courtyard in the north. There is a well in each of them, which is almost a characteristic of Fuzhou houses. In this big house, except for the living ones, there are the guest rooms and study rooms. Almost all of the halls and the pillars of the guest rooms and study rooms have books and paintings pasted or hung on the walls. There was a very long couplet written on red paper on the pillar of the main hall, and I only remember the last sentence of the first couplet, which was? I can only remember the last line of the first couplet, which reads, "The left and right of the river are the most popular of Xie Fu". I only remember the last line of the first couplet, which reads: "Jiangzuo style to push Xie Fu", which is another work of Xie Taifu of the Jin Dynasty, and I don't care to remember it! But these banners do have a lot of good and memorable, such as my uncle's parents live in the east courtyard hall couplets, is: the scenery of the moon and clear mind

Another example of the west courtyard guest room upstairs grandfather wrote:

Knowing to know the lack of knowledge

There is a for there is not to be

The two couplets, I think the education of the deepest. My grandfather's own banners were everywhere. I only remember two lines from a poem about planting flowers at the Daonan Temple:

Red, purple, blue, white, green and yellow

In the aisle of the Wisteria House in the West Courtyard, there is also a pair of couplets given to my grandfather by my maternal uncle and grandfather, Mr. Yang Weibao (Sung-yam), which read:

Knowing that the gentleman's body is a pine withered in the rear

The characters are written in a rounded and powerful way! I like this couplet very much because it is written in a round and powerful way. The unruly horse? He praised his nephew-in-law, my father. The pine is withering. and then praised his old friend, my grandfather!

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From? I should talk about my father, Xie Baozhang (Jingru). He was the third son of my grandfather. My two uncles, both of whom inherited my grandfather's profession, worked as schoolteachers. When my father was seventeen years old, my grandfather's friend, Mr. Yan Fu (Youling), came back to Fuzhou to recruit naval students, and when he saw my father, he thought that this young man could? He saw my father and thought that this young man could join the military. He gave my father a poem question, "The moon is very bright in the middle of the autumn". The moon is in the middle of autumn and it is very bright. and an eight-legged poem. My father was able to do all of them. In a poor schoolteacher's family, a child could become a soldier. Soldier? Receive pay, but also a good thing, so my father put on a uncle's two long shirts and half a catty of cotton sewn into a cotton robe, followed by Mr. Yan to the Tianjin Zizhulin sailor school, went to be a driving student.

My father probably did not study in England, but as a young officer on a cruiser he traveled to several countries, such as England and Japan. I remember him saying to us in exasperation: ? At that time, China did not even have a national anthem!

We went to the United Kingdom to receive the warships purchased by China, in the reception ceremony ceremony, they even played a "mom is so confused" folk song tune, as China's national anthem, you see!

Sino-Japanese naval battle of the First Sino-Japanese War, the father is ? The second mate of the gun on the ship, participated in the naval battle. The warship was later sunk in Weihaiwei. My father swam to Liugong Island, from where he returned to Fuzhou.

My mother often talked to me about that period of worrying life. My mother, Yang Fuci, whose parents died when she was fourteen, followed her uncle, Mr. Songyan, and married into the Xie family at the age of nineteen. Her marriage was finalized when she was nine years old by my grandfather and grandfather when they were making poems and talking about literature. After the marriage the young couple was extremely close, because my father had lived at sea for a long time,? They were very close to each other. They corresponded very often and wrote a lot of poems in harmony. I only remember my father wrote a seven lines in a poem: this body why learn to pull the cow, Yanshan Minhai is far away from each other,

will be less away from more not free.

After the outbreak of the Sino-Japanese War, because the Navy in Fuzhou, many people, killed in action is also quite a lot, so we live on this street, today is the family pasted on the white paper doorway, tomorrow is the family pasted on the white paper doorway. My mother felt that this white paper doorway would one day be pasted on our door! She quietly bought a box of opium cream and hid it on her body, ready to take the poison as soon as she got the news of her father's death. Grandfather saw my mother's silent and sad demeanor and had my two cousins, day and night, watch over my mother. The first time I saw my mother, I was able to see her, and I was able to see her, and I was able to see her, and I was able to see her, and I was able to see her, and I was able to see her, and I was able to see her, and I was able to see her, and I was able to see her, and I was able to see her.

My mother put the paper away half-heartedly. After some days, really in a bright moonlit night, heard someone knocking on the door, the mother rushed to open the door, the moonlight to see the father of the rolling back! Mother said: ? The mother said: "At that time, your father's face, only two fingers so wide!

From then on, the young couple, after six or seven years of little separation, only a few months together. The mother and her three sisters-in-law each took turns cooking for the extended family for ten days, and the father helped the mother with firewood, fire and water.

Soon after, Admiral Sa Dingming (Zhenbing), a famous naval officer, sent a telegram and called my father out.

In 1912, I was in Fuzhou period, I was admitted to the Fuzhou Women's Normal School preparatory course, the first time to live a school life. The first few days I was still very unaccustomed to, secretly shed tears for a long time, but I never said anything to anyone for fear that those elders in my extended family who were originally not in favor of girls going to school would come out and advise me to drop out! But I quickly made many good classmates. To this day, I can still recite the names of a dozen or so classmates in the order in which the teachers called the roll at work. The address of Fuzhou Female Teacher was in Flower Lane in the city, which was a big old family house. I remember that there was a small pond beside our classroom, and plantains were planted by the pond. The school also had a very large pond with a stone bridge connecting the two pavilions. Our principal was Ms. Fang Junying, the sister of Mr. Fang Shengdong, one of the 72 martyrs of Huanghuagang. Our composition teacher was Mr. Lin Buying. When I was about to leave the school, there was a Japanese teacher who taught gymnastics, Mr. Ishii, whose name I do not remember. I attended this school for only three semesters, and after the founding of the Republic of China, the Minister of the Navy, Huang Zhongying (Zanhou), sent another telegram summoning my father out. Soon after, our family arrived in Beijing.

My memories of my hometown can only be written here, for more than a decade, I have not been so free to write! I've never been able to write so freely in more than a decade. My memories are like the first melting of spring water, overflowing and flowing. For more than ten years, sleep is also less,? I have been able to sleep less, and I have been able to sleep more. These memories always recur in my mind in a joyful and despondent way. This scene after scene of pictures or words, are my younger brothers have not seen or heard, even if they have seen and heard, they will not remember to understand, not to mention my second generation of the third generation. I sometimes think that if I don't write these down, in the future these pictures and words will disappear along with my engraved impressionable mind. Is that a pity? But at the same time I think that these are about personal things and it might be better if they are not left or forgotten. These two thoughts have been conflicting in my mind for many years.

In the winter of 1936, I was in London, England, at the request of the English writer Virginia Wolfe. Woolf (VirginiaWoolf) appointment, to her home for tea. We talked about the fog in London, Chinese and English novels and poems, the abdication of the King in England and the Xi'an Incident in China. Suddenly she said to me: ? You should write an autobiography.? I shook my head and laughed, saying: "We Chinese don't write autobiographies. We Chinese don't have the custom of writing autobiographies, and there's not much to write about myself," she said. She said, "I'm not asking you to write about yourself. I don't want you to write about yourself, but I want you to use yourself as a clue to run through some local social phenomena, even if it's about something personal, it can also be used as a historical material for reference by future generations. I did not say anything at the time, the talk turned elsewhere.

Forty-three years after the incident, today I look back and think that her words also have some truth. The idea of a little more emancipation?

I remember half a century ago, when I wrote "Past Events" (one of them), I wrote these words on it: "Move these past events on white paper".

No more searching to the heart of the page!

These words can still be applied now. After moving these pictures and words on white paper, my heart is indeed much lighter! February 11, 1979

Bing Xin Essays Selected Part II: My Childhood

Mention of childhood, always make some people yearn for it, regardless of the childhood life is happy, sad, people always feel that it is the most profound section of life; many impressions, many habits, deep-rooted engraving, and the most important thing is that they are the most important thing is that they are the most important thing is the most important thing in life.

My childhood life, in many bits and pieces of text, has unconsciously described a lot, when Manuel proposed this topic to me, I still feel interested, and gladly pen.

The middle-aged people are not willing to say more emotional words, although in the memories are full of tears and smiles, I only roughly draw the environment and training of my childhood, as well as left in my hobbies or habits of everything, perhaps some parents would like to use as a reference.

First of all, as to my heredity: my father was an admiral, and was in such good health that I never remember him lying on his death-bed. My grandfather was also in good health, and died without illness at the age of eighty-six. My mother, however, was very thin and weak, and often had headaches and vomited blood? The symptoms of spitting out blood, which I also got, were not tuberculosis, but an enlarged branch of the lungs, which would come on when she was overworked or overworked.

Although my mother said that I vomited blood when I could spit up milk, and in my childhood, there was no attack, and I do not remember that I had any serious illness at that time, my body is good, and the spirit is also lively, so that the seven or eight years of life in the mountainous region of the corner of the sea, I was mostly my father's child, and less half of my mother's daughter!

In my first, my mother had two brothers, were born under the life of a premature death, my bottom, but also died a sister. My eldest brother, six years younger than me. Before my eldest brother was born, I was an only child in the family.

The environment created a wild child in my childhood. The first time I saw a child, I was a child of a wild child. , not the least bit girlish. Our home was always near a naval barracks, or a naval school. Surrounded by no female companions of my age, I did not play? I never played with dolls.

On the other hand, because of my mother's illness and the calmness of the house, I was at my father's side all the time, and took part in his work and activities, and gained experience that even men could not get. For the sake of all convenience, I always dressed as a man, often in military uniform. My parents called me? My parents called me "Brother" and my brothers called me "Brother". and my brothers called me "Brother". My parents called me "Brother" and my brothers called me "Elder Brother".

When my father was in office, I was often taken out, and my travels took me to the flagstaff, the fortress, the naval dock, the powder magazine, and the temple of the Dragon King. My conversation partners were gun repair workers, gunpowder store guards disabled soldiers, sailors, officers, most of them are Shandong, kind and simple, they told me with many sea stories of novelty and tragedy. Sometimes I also met farmers and fishermen, and talked about some of the family life in the mountains and on the sea. At that time, in addition to my mother and my father's colleagues' wives, almost easy to see a woman.

After the age of four, I began to read and write. At the age of six or seven, I was studying at home with my cousins. They were four or five years older than me, and they still didn't play in the same place, and I often walked alone to the mountains and the sea. It was an extremely familiar environment, a grass, a stone, a sand, a foam, I have unlimited affection. I often walk alone on the sandy shore, watching the tide come in, as if heaven and earth are floating up! When the tide goes out, it's as if the coast and I have been sucked up and swept away! Childish heart, to this intimate? Greatness? that was often bewildered. At dusk, the resting bugle blew, echoed from the four hills, the sound was mournful and strong and long, and the familiar tune, too, made me inexplicably want to shed a tear, and I did not feel my own ? I don't feel like I'm bored. I don't feel bored, I only feel my own? I don't feel like I'm bored, I just feel like I'm?

Because there is no traveling companion, I learned to read at a very young age, and got a? I have a habit of reading a lot of books, but I don't want to know much about them. My teacher loved me very much, often teach me to memorize some verses, I seem to understand sometimes appreciate. For example? I don't see where I've been before, I don't see where I've been after, I think the world is long, and I'm sorry to say that I'm sorry. I am independent of the mountain, I often recite it silently.

The nearest city to us is Yantai, my father sometimes took me down, to the feast, stroll Tianhou Palace, or listen to the opera. Father did not like to listen to the theater, only because I was watching the "Three Kingdoms", my father went to the theater to point out the play to me, such as the "Cao Boat Borrows Arrows", "Group of Heroes", "Huarong Road" and so on. Seeing the characters in the books on the stage, even though I didn't know the words of the plays, I felt very happy. So I still don't hate Beijing opera, and I like to listen to sushi, flower face, black head of the play.

A little older, I learned some exquisite naughtiness, my toys have progressed from shovels and sand buckets to cricket jars and kites, I collected beautiful small stones and kept them in a magnetic jar, I learned to write poems and chapter and verse novels, but I could not finish them, because my interest was still in the outdoors, and I seldom put my head down to write.

My father loved to grow flowers and raise dogs, and it was his only pastime after work. So I grew up with no fear of animals and a general love of flowers and trees. My mother didn't like dogs, but she also loved flowers, and on summer nights we often drank beer, soda, and cooled off under the beanstalk trellis. Mother went in early to rest, my father took me to the flagstaff to look at the stars, he pointed out to me the names and positions of the constellations. He used to say: ? Don't you see that the stars are many and small and far away? But we sea people can't get away from it for a while. When we are lost at sea, seeing the stars is like seeing family. That is why I still love the stars more than the moon.

My father often took me to visit the warships, pointing out to me everything on the warships, and I felt that everywhere was neat, clean, bright, and white; there was always an indescribable admiration and envy in my heart. I was also close to many of my father's close friends, such as Mr. Sa Zhen Bing, Mr. Huang Zhanhou, and Mr. Huang Zhonghou, the first Minister of the Navy of the Republic of China. Admiral Huang Zhongying, the first Minister of the Navy of the Republic of China? They were all very serious, but at the same time very kind, and their lives were so disciplined and peaceful. They also composed poems and often sang with my father, and they were what the literati called at that time? They also composed poems and often sang with my father, and they were what the literati at that time called "Confucian generals". At that time, my ideal was to learn from my father and these friends of my father, and I did not think of my? I didn't realize that my nature prevented me from being their follower. I was not aware of the fact that I had to be a follower of them, but I did not want to be.

This life has been continuous until the age of eleven, after which we returned to our hometown? I can't thank this transformation enough! If I had continued my training before the age of ten, I would have easily become a male woman, and my mind might not have been sound. Because of this change, I gradually moved from my father's side to my mother's arms, and began my teenage years.

Impressions and facts of childhood, bequeathed to my character.

The first is the seriousness of my attitude to life, I like neatness, discipline, cleanliness, I am afraid to see and hear everything that is absurd, loose, lax.

The second is that I like the environment of the vast and far-reaching, I am not afraid of loneliness, not afraid of quiet solitude, I am willing to often disappear in the vastness of the empty. Therefore, once in the wilderness, as if back to the hometown, I do not like to live in the city, afraid of socializing, I do not have the city's hobbies.

Thirdly, I don't like to wear brightly colored clothes, I like black, blue, gray, white. Sometimes my mother also forced me to go through once or twice slightly brightly colored clothes, I always feel very coy, very unnatural, put on immediately have to take off, about this, I think it is entirely a matter of habit, in fact, under the good taste, the young girl loves the natural, is supposed to ? Dress up? The first thing I'd like to do is to get a little bit more comfortable.

Fourthly, I like to be open, honest, and natural in my interactions. I can hardly force myself to do something I don't want to do, meet some people I don't want to meet, eat some meals I don't want to eat! My mother used to say that this is ? I'm not a child of my own will, but I am a child of my own will. It can't be a kind of? Greatness. The character.

Fifth, I have a lifelong respect for the military in general, the military in my mind is the crystallization of nobility, bravery, discipline. Everything about the army interests me.

Speaking of my childhood, I am often grateful to my good parents, who raised me to be a quiet,? back to nature? I respect life, I love life, I have no grudge against mankind, I think many shortcomings can be improved, as long as people have the determination, willing to work hard.

This is not an easy thing to do, because life is a blank sheet of paper, and his nature does not matter if it is painful or happy. Our outlook on life is shaped by our environment. Those who believe that life is upwardly mobile have courage themselves, and others are happy as a result.

Not only do I often think of my parents, but I am also constantly reminded of how we should behave as parents.

March 27, 1942, Mount Gloria.

(This was originally published in Women's New Movement, Vol. 4, No. 4, April 1942.)

Selected Essays by Bing Xin Part III: Sending the Little Readers Again

Déjà vu children:

First, I thank the editor of the People's Daily Supplement for his letter, and then I thank the China Writers' Association for its call to push my heart into my heart again!

For more than twenty years, the interruption of communication with you, I really do not know how much shame and trouble to myself. I have a lot of words, many things, do not know where to start, because those words, those things, although very interesting, very moving, but also very fragmented, very fragmentary, can not write a big article, is written, is not necessarily a good article, so over the years, from my heart before my eyes swept through the feelings, I also bear to let it slide out of my memory, fade into the fuzzy smoke.

In this unusual spring, I think of you again extremely truly, extremely hot. I seem to see your big black glowing eyes, smiling red and slightly shy little face. You are the ones who love to hear funny and interesting things, no matter how fragmentary and piecemeal they may be. It is extraordinarily clear that you were meant to be the subjects of my writing! Well, I am now taking up this pen again to write you newsletters. Wherever I go, I am going to take my love for you, there! I am going to write continually, write well, and pour out to you as much as I can of the things I see, hear, and think, which I think you will find of interest and will be of benefit to you. Wait in peace, my little friend!

Since I resolved to write you another newsletter, I have not been able to sleep well for several nights. This morning I woke up at four o'clock and opened my eyes to a window full of bright moon! I suddenly remembered the second half of a lyric written by some ancient poet, which reads: ? The west wind is blowing and the sky is about to dawn, the half-curtained moon has returned to my dreams, and ten years' worth of news has come to my heart. That is to say: when the day is about to dawn, the west wind is blowing outside the window, and I woke up from my dream and saw the pale white moonlight shining on half of the curtains; here? The word "news" can be taken to mean "news" or "news". The word "news" can be taken to mean "things". The word "news" can be taken to mean "things". Speaking, that is to say, the past ten years, all recalled at once!

Children, from the first time I began to write newsletters to you, counting, not only ten years, is more than thirty years. In these thirty years, our dear motherland, through how much change! This change is the earth-turning, from hell turned up to heaven, and step by step to be more bright and brilliant. We are all happy! I finally caught up with this era, and the most happy or you, how many beautiful days waiting for you to live, and how many great cause waiting for you to make heh!

My state of mind on the pillow is very different from that of the poet. Although there is also a window full of bright moon, but outside the window is blowing a warm east wind. The sun will rise in a while, the motherland more than nine million square kilometers of land, there will be six hundred million people full of joy and confidence, began the labor of peace. Children may think this is daily life, but thirty years ago, this kind of daily life, I can not imagine!

My nose is a little hot, my eyes are a little sore, but I am not sad. You will surely understand my excitement at this time? That's all for this newsletter, so let me repeat the last sentence of the first mailing of Newsletter 1:

? My heart is overwhelmed and I feel very honored!

Your friend Bing Xin

March 11, 1958, Beijing.

(This was originally published in the People's Daily on March 18, 1958, and later included in the collection of novels, essays, and poems, Little Orange Lantern.)

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