May you have people of love and things to love
01
Congwen also joined the army
Fifteen-year-old Shen Congwen was only a half-sized man, in his own words, a "countryman" look—his hair was up, his eyebrows were raised upwards, his eyelids were single eyelids, thick lips, and his eyes were cold and youthful.
At the age of seventeen, Shen Congwen officially joined the first guerrilla detachment of the Second Army of the Xiangxi Jingguo Coalition Army and was stationed in Yuanling. In the army, Shen Congwen served as a squad leader and also as a soldier, but the most pleasant thing was the civilian staff, known as "Little Master" in the jianghu people, who wrote and wrote official documents on weekdays, stewed a pot of dog meat every three to five, and asked the military commander to eat a meal painfully and happily, but it also passed the day smoothly and smoothly.
Occasionally, Shen Congwen would go up to River Street to catch a glimpse of the small shops selling all kinds of fresh and strange things. At that time, he didn't care where the future was, he didn't care where his hopes were, but he rejoiced and loved all the novelties.
But these novelties account for only a small part of the narrow and cowardly life in the military.
In the turbulent years, "there seems to be nothing that soldiers can do except watch and kill people", Shen Congwen seems to have lost any hope and lost any vitality. He was increasingly afraid to walk down the street in a gray cloth military uniform, and several panicked screams came from his ears, "There are soldiers!" There are soldiers! At that moment, he felt very ashamed and sorry.
In this way, after "five years of unimaginable pain and fear of people's life", Shen Congwen resolutely decided to take off his military uniform. But if you are not a soldier, what should you do?
In 1922, the aftermath of the May Fourth Movement reached western Hunan Province, and under the influence of the New Books and Newspapers, Shen Congwen was determined to control his own destiny. With only a primary school education, he spoke a Xiangxi dialect, insisted on auditing at Peking University, and successively published works in newspapers and periodicals such as The Morning Post and Modern Review, gradually emerging in the literary world.
Later, through the introduction of Xu Zhimo, Shen Congwen, who was only twenty-seven years old, was invited to teach at a Chinese public school in Shanghai.
On the day of the first stage lecture, Shen Congwen was nervous and shy. He first stood in a daze for ten minutes, and it was difficult to open his mouth, and then in ten minutes he finished talking about what had just been brewed. He was embarrassed again, so he had to raise his hand and write on the blackboard: "The first time I went to class, I saw many of you, and I was afraid." ”
After class, the students laughed and talked. This matter reached the ears of the principal Hu Shi, who was happy: "Students who can't speak in class don't bombard him, this is success." ”
But what Shen Congwen did not expect was that among the group of female students who were talking a lot, there was a wife who would become the "moon in his heart" in the future and accompany him for a lifetime.
02
Give me a glass of sweet wine
Zhang Zhaohe was born in a prominent family in Hefei, Anhui Province, his father Zhang Jimu sat on thousands of acres of fertile land and was enthusiastic about education, and his mother Lu Ying was a famous lady in Yangzhou, gentle and virtuous. It can be said that Zhang Zhaohe grew up "with a golden key". But in the eyes of others, this rich and reserved girl is naughty and more than the boys.
Zhang Zhaohe once recalled: "There are platforms and overpasses for practicing in the school. The overpass is old and shaky, and no one dares to go up, only I dare. Such a very individualistic, handsome, wild girl, I don't know when, occupied Shen Congwen's entire atrium, he couldn't help but hand Zhang Zhaohe the first love letter -
"Between the green mountains and green waters, I want to hold your hand and walk across this bridge, the bridge is green leaves and red flowers, under the bridge is the flowing water people,the end of the bridge is green silk, and this end of the bridge is white hair."
He confessed: "I don't know, why did I suddenly fall in love with you?" He didn't know, Zhang Zhaohe didn't know. Naughty, she just made the suitors "Frog No. 1", "Frog No. 2", and "Frog No. 3", while Shen Congwen could only rank up to "Toad No. 13".
During that time, most of the love letters that Zhang Zhaohe received were written by Shen Congwen, sometimes several times a day, which made her very annoyed, and even ran to the principal Hu Shi with these love letters like a gamble, saying: "I stubbornly do not love him." ”
After shen congwen's three years and nine months of "love letter bombardment", Zhang Zhaohe finally had a little looseness, "Although I don't think he is cute, but pitiful and respectable." ”
So, in the summer of 1932, she blushed and knocked on Shen Congwen's door: "My family has a lot of little brothers, very fun, please come to my house." A simple and polite sentence made Shen Congwen's heart jump with it! ”
Later, Shen Congwen wrote to a friend: "When I saw that woman, I just wanted to use my mouth to paste it on the land she was trampling on, or this was a person who didn't deserve such a love, but myself, at this time, was even more worthless, because I only felt that others existed, and I forgot all about myself." "So warm, so religious.
Shen Congwen, who was caught in the sweetness of love, described Zhang Zhaohe as "dignified and elegant, just like his person, extremely knowledgeable", more gentle and gentle to call her "three three", holding hands with her, mouth against the ear to say some intimate words that made people blush and beat. He said:
"I have crossed bridges in many places, seen clouds many times, drunk many kinds of wine, but I have loved only one person of the right and best age."
"A moon is not like this, a moon does not hesitate to hear anyone's praise, no matter how inappropriate this praise is, how inappropriate it is, it does not reject these cries that pour out of the heart. You are my moon. ”
These words melted Zhang Zhaohe's heart, and the two were married in Beiping on September 9, 1933. That year, Shen Congwen was 31 years old, Zhang Zhaohe was 23 years old, and she finally allowed this "countryman" a glass of sweet wine.
However, shortly after the new marriage, his mother was critically ill, and Shen Congwen returned to Xiangxiang to visit. So he poured out his thoughts to Zhang Zhaohe in the cabin and one letter after another. Zhang Zhaohe also reversed his usual rational and calm attitude, and rarely showed a little daughter posture in his reply.
In the book "Three Threes: Our Love and Proverbs", the two people are intimate and affectionate, one writes, one returns, the wild geese come and go, and envy others.
Shen Congwen lifted his pen on the rickety boat:
When I left Beiping, I planned to write letters every day for half a day and write articles for half a day, but who knew that when I arrived on this small boat, I only wanted to write letters for you, and nothing else could be done.
Three-three, be nice, rest assured, I'm all right! I'm alone on the boat, looking at what always thinks of you.
I just look at the water and think about you. When I am happy, I want to be happy with you, and I am bored, and I want you to be in me.
Zhang Zhaohe replied with a warm candlelight next to the table:
Second brother, when he first woke up, the genius was blinded, suddenly thinking of you, suddenly thinking of you, and his heart jumped.
Will the wind in Changsha also roar so mercilessly and blow my second brother's body into a piece of ice? For the sake of this wind, I am worried. ”
In the letters, a bustling blue river, the amorous women in the stilt house, the children playing next to the building, the glassy lake reflecting the blue sky and white clouds, and the stars shining in the late night sky like three or three eyes, all became the testimony of Shen Congwen's proverbs, infinitely meticulous, almost instigated.
A year after his marriage, Shen Congwen completed his masterpiece "Border City" at the peak of his creation. Some people say that Cuicui's innocent, wild, and beastly vitality is the embodiment of his beloved "Three Threes".
03
It belongs to the wind and the sun and the mountains
"Xiangxi is a kind of poignant feeling, and the color pen is like Shen Phoenix."
Shen Congwen, who had always maintained the heart of a child, died in 1988 due to a heart attack and ineffective rescue. For more than eighty years, life has been full of ups and downs. When he first set foot in the human world, he tasted the sorrow of killing and strife; he went north to seek knowledge and tasted the acid of debasement and disregard; he had tasted the sweetness of good fortune and love; he had already tasted the pain of falling off the altar and being attacked and bitten--bitter, bitter, sour, sweet, and bitter, and happy and sad.
Many years later, when Zhang Zhaohe was sorting out Shen Congwen's letters, he suddenly realized the heavy pressure and pain that no one understood in his life. She regretted that in Shen Congwen's lifetime, she had not been able to resolve the conflict with him well. "What was not known in the past, now it is known; what was not understood in the past, now it is understood."
When "Sansan" rubbed the palm of her hand on the piece of letter paper soaked in the beautiful sound of the rocker's song, I wonder if her "second brother" appeared in front of her writing a letter to her on the rocking boat? So rare, so good, word by word on the paper reverently branded their love and proverbs.
"Three Threes: Our Love and Proverbs" takes Shen Congwen's family letter to Zhang Zhaohe as the main body, and takes the book as a mirror to take us to understand the innocence, simplicity and purity of that era. It was as if they were sitting affectionately at the bow of the boat chatting, listening to their wild talk, singing mountain songs with great interest, and going to women like leopards. The words are emotional and delicate, and the nagging and scenery are in the thoughts.
Their love, word for word, remains in the text. He will always be the stupid boy, and she will always be the gentle and mischievous Sansan.
He would gently press against her ear:
Three-three, remembering that we are so good, I really sigh softly, I am very happy, with you, I do not lack anything...