Lin Huiyin, Xu Zhimo and the great writer Tagore
<h1 class = "pgc-h-arrow-right" > love affair, a storm and snow moon</h1>
Lin Hui, who was young in cardamom, bid farewell to the green bricks and green tiles of the imperial city and followed his father to this spire and high-rise buildings in the fog capital, unable to escape the word "fate".
With the help of English teacher Philip, Lin Huiyin's English has improved rapidly, and it is no longer necessary to export chapters. The beautiful pen style and beautiful pronunciation made Lin Huiyin famous in London, and also met many London writers and celebrities, as well as the Chinese scholars zhang Xiruo, Chen Xiying, Jin Yuelin, etc. who were in the UK at that time, which made Lin Huiyin have an extraordinary elegance and temperament that ordinary women can reach.
The houses in London, inheriting the harmony, perfection and sublimity of ancient Greece, have a sense of the thickness of history, one next to the other, and have so many vivid and gorgeous essences. Lin Hui was full of curiosity and fantasy about this bridge, a tower, a first floor, and a hall, which made her have an inexplicable affection for architecture.
One day, Lin Changmin entertained a new year's friend in his apartment. In London in September, the afternoon sun with its lazy humidity breaks through the dark clouds and shines into the mottled wooden windows. Lin Huiyin was wandering in the sea of books when he was interrupted by a few crisp and powerful knocks on the door. She hurriedly sorted out her makeup, changed into civilian clothes, and picked up a gold embroidered velvet scarf on a green background and tied it around her neck. Faintly heard the sound of loud conversation coming from the hall downstairs, and Lin Huiyin slowly walked downstairs.
At the end of the foyer, a medium-sized man, dressed in a sleek suit and wearing gold wire glasses, bowed his head and humbly said something to his father. Lin Huiyin came to his father's side with a light step, and Lin Father introduced to his daughter that this was Xu Zhimo who had been a day ago. Xu Zhimo was twenty-three years old at the time, handsome and uninhibited, but he was already a father of two children.
Looking at Xu Zhimo, who was a few years older, Lin Huiyin blurted out the word "uncle". Xu Zhimo turned his head sideways and looked at the girl, wearing a plain yellow pleated skirt, sporadically embroidered with peach red silk thread with several budding plum blossoms, and the golden silk scarf and skirt corresponded to each other, highlighting her delicate years. Slender limbs and graceful, the brakes are wonderful. At that moment, Xu Zhimo's heart rippled slightly, and a fragrant lotus blossomed in it, overflowing with aroma, making him forget himself and lose his soul From then on, he put on a shackle called "love" for himself. Love, that's how inadvertently it comes.
Xu Zhimo had been in London for some years, and before he met Lin Weiyin, before he was twenty-four years old, that is, before 1921, he had nothing to do with poetry. But suddenly, because the heart "blows a strange wind" and illuminates the "strange moonlight", this knocks on the soul of poetry, epiphanies the connotation of poetry, stimulates the inner surging and finally achieves a generation of great romantic lyric poets.
Xu Zhimo's family is real. He was a highly talented student at Peking University and a disciple of liang Qichao, a master of traditional Chinese studies. After studying abroad, he was ordered by his father to pursue a doctorate in economics at Columbia University. Soon after, however, he found that his interest was not on this side, but instead poetry, art, and philosophy could arouse the emotions in his heart.
At the beginning of the fate, the wheel of fate quietly turns. For Lin Huiyin, this young man who was mistakenly called "uncle" was only a friend of his father at first, but he had a sense of acquaintance with her for a long time. He was also surprised to find that this beautiful little girl could understand all his words, more like his old friend, familiar with every corner of his soul, every thought.
There is poetry and bookishness in the belly. This sentence is described as Lin Weiyin tailor-made. A lot of reading and rich insight make this girl who is only twenty-eight years old have an unusual soul. Her countenance, her smile, her conversation, her Chinese with a little Fuzhou accent in Beijing, and sometimes she talks to him in pure Oxford English, such a pure and feminine girl, looking at the whole of China, probably can't find a second one, right?
"I have only had that spring in my life, and it is pitiful to say, but I have never wasted it." Just that spring, my life is natural and really enjoyable! ... It is also strange to say that for the first time, I recognized the light of the stars and moons, the green of the grass, the fragrance of the flowers, and the flowing water..." This is a passage written by Xu Zhimo many years later, recalling his and Lin Weiyin's year, in "The Kangqiao I Know". Worthy of being a great poet, describing that love, so strange.
For the uninvited guests who intruded into her life, Lin Weiyin did not resist him. Every time he visited, her eyes instantly brightened. Xu Zhimo sat by the fire and talked about reading and talking, and they talked about the rain in London and the poets of England. He spoke so interestingly and vividly, with a strange look in his eyes, a little childish innocence and heat. Lin Huiyin listened so intently, even if the topic of their topic at the moment was not the art she was interested in, she was deeply attracted by his sincere and enthusiastic language.
This poet, who had become famous all over the world, sat in front of Lin Weiyin, looking innocent and enthusiastic. For a long time, the name Xu Zhimo, for her, was closely intertwined with those famous poets and artists, who were like teachers and guides, warmly guiding her on her way forward. In the face of Xu Zhimo's fiery pursuit, Lin Wei was a little overwhelmed, a little suspicious, and a little happy. She listened intently, and she smiled, her eyes bent into two shining crescents. Her voice is crisp and sweet, and in Xu Zhimo's eyes, this scene is also picturesque.
His voice was as low as wine, gently surrounding her, and every moment when her eyes crossed, the girl's heart "clicked", as if something had fallen. Such a man, raising his hands and throwing his hands and feet are poetic, how can Lin Huiyin resist when the love sinus first opened?
They fell in love, in the hazy rain of London, in the midst of a lot of talk. Ethics, Responsibility.... All this is like a cloud of smoke in front of love, and in front of Xu Zhimo's eyes, there is only a pair of clear eyes as clear as water, and only a pure inner smile like a lotus. He is almost childish, not seen for a day, like three autumns, like the first taste of love. Whenever she reads beautiful verses, she has some heart and love, fortunately Xu Zhimo understands it. Such wonderful resonance and feeling made her fall even more.
Many people will ask whether Lin Huiyin has ever loved Xu Zhimo, and the truth is not important. What is important is that they are like two butterflys destined to meet, meet, and love each other, and remember their lives in the moment of passing by. They had a wonderful time. In the instant of hand-in-hand, they seem to have found the meaning of life. There, suddenly, there is a hole in the sky.
<h1 class="pgc-h-arrow-right" > love and hate do not know the end, a laugh and a laugh</h1>
There are dilemmas in the world: love cannot be loved, and it is impossible to ask for. To Xu Zhimo, Lin Hui could not ask for it. Yu Lin Weiyin, but that one could not love.
Slowly, Lin Huiyin, who was indulging in the joy brought by his first love, lifted the fog in front of his eyes and gradually began to wake up. She suddenly remembered that Xu Zhimo was someone else's husband, and also remembered her mother, who was a concubine who was as undisguised as a flower. In the vast expanse ahead, in the face of gossip, Lin Huiyin was trapped in a deep thought of extreme sorrow.
After Xu Zhimo's parents heard about their son's affair, they arranged for his wife Zhang Youyi to come to England to accompany her husband. Zhang Youyi is a virtuous and virtuous lady, married to Xu Zhimo at the age of sixteen, and is excellent in the world, which is deeply liked by Xu Zhimo's parents. Shortly after Zhang Youyi came to Britain, Xu Zhimo made a request for divorce from her pregnant, which was strongly opposed by her parents. In the eyes of many people, the reason why this woman with excellent moral character was unfortunately abandoned was that everyone invariably pointed to Lin Huiyin.
Lin Weiyin is a woman who grew up in an old-fashioned extended family. Although she received a new education, she was once colded by her family because she was born as a concubine when she was a child. The shadow of childhood was lonely and insecure for her. The love dispute with Xu Zhimo also brought her a feeling of uneasiness. She did not dare to give up having everything and go on adventures with him; They dare not violate the moral bottom line and be spurned by the world; nor do they dare to completely surrender themselves to an unknown fate. Reason urged her to let go, but the pain in her heart also made her cry until dawn.
In 1921, the term of office of Lin Huiyin's father, Lin Changmin, ended. She returned with her father to her homeland, where they had been separated for a long time. When she left this land, she was still a young girl, and now standing at the bow of the boat and looking at the wind, she is like an elegant oil painting. But when she returned to China, she did not tell Xu Zhimo.
A year later, under the witness of Jin Yuelin and Wu Jingxiong, Zhang Youyi, who gave birth to her youngest son, finally could not be urged to urge and formally divorced Xu Zhimo in Berlin. In Xu Zhimo's eyes, from the moment of divorce, he can boldly and openly pursue the woman he loves. But things never go as people want.
In the same year, Xu Zhimo also returned to China. After returning to China, Lin Huiyin continued to study at the Peixue Girls' High School. But suddenly, the two people became strangers, as if they had never intersected, and the beautiful feelings seemed to exist only in a foreign country. Like a blooming flower, it is defeated in the blink of an eye, short but profound enough to be forgotten. The memories of love and pain are destined to be a phoenix bath, and nirvana is reborn.
For her, he abandoned his husband and fatherhood. By the time he thought he could walk up to her with dignity, she had closed the door of her heart, and she never gave him a chance to get close to her again. Lin Huiyin appeared around her at this time, the real love affair in her life - Liang Sicheng. With the mediation of their parents, they quickly entered a hot love.
Feeling deep in love, Xu Zhimo finally failed to resist the desire in his heart and continued to pursue Lin Huiyin fiercely. During that painful and entangled time of more than a year, he seized every opportunity and showed his greatest courage, hoping to save Lin Huiyin's heart. Lin Huiyin said that it was false not to be moved, but she had been honed since she was a child, seemingly weak but determined. In Xu Zhimo's view, she is weak, and she needs to rely on and worship him, but Lin Huiyin soberly says that the Lin Huiyin he knows is not the real me.
In April 1924, Tagore, Asia's first Nobel Laureate in Literature, visited China. At that time, it was Xu Zhimo and Lin Huiyin who were responsible for receiving Tagore, and in fact, Liang Sicheng was also among the reception staff. Lin Hui resumed his friendship with Xu Zhimo because of this incident. This made Xu Zhimo ecstatic, thinking that Lin Huiyin had changed his mind. However, his hopes were dashed after Tyvaner's departure. At this time, she had regarded him as an old friend, a teacher, and even a brother, but in these feelings, there was no love or love.
Lin Huiyin is a smart and wise woman, and she knows more clearly what she needs. Anyone could see that Xu Zhimo had completely faded from her life. Love or not love, sometimes it is really clearly demarcated.
Xu Zhimo, who has delicate emotions, already knows everything in his heart, he just can't put it down, and he still doesn't want to accept reality. So in vain, he continued to pestering and pursuing Lin Huiyin and doing some meaningless beast fights. Such a good injury, such a sloppy, it is better to turn around, leave a month of bright and light back, but also to achieve a generous reputation. It's just that it's too hard to do.
This sadness has always been wrapped around Xu Zhimo's heart. Until the following year, when he met Lu Xiaoman, he ignited love again, and when he fell in love with the delicate social flower like a charm, Lin Huiyin's figure still appeared in his heart from time to time.
The loss of love and love, both made the poet's heart surging and gave him a lot of creative inspiration. Years later, when Lin Huiyin and Liang Sicheng returned from studying in the United States, he also had Lu Xiaoman at his side. Time has tempered them into better people, and they are qualified to embrace each other without hesitation and treat each other as an old friend who has been reunited for a long time. In fact, they did. Lin Huiyin was very willing to renew their friendship, and he was also smiling and vengeful towards Xu Zhimo. After letting go of countless dust in the past, they have truly become close friends.
Maybe this is the best ending, from now on, they can become friends for a lifetime, watching time gradually leave deep traces on each other, watching each other engage in their favorite business, watching each other's children grow up...
<h1 class = "pgc-h-arrow-right" > life and death are vague and unforgettable without thinking</h1>
In the late 1931, xu Zhimo's plane crashed. On that day, he was about to attend a lecture on Chinese architecture given by Lin Hui because of foreign envoys in China. He is only 35 years old, and his life is forever ended.
Just like Xu Zhimo's divorce that year, many people at this time harshly criticized Lin Weiyin, believing that Xu Zhimo died for her. As everyone knows, Lin Huiyin's heart is also unbearable. No one but herself knew what she had lost forever. Maybe she lost a very good friend, a person who could be as kind and generous as her brother, she lost the hero of that memory, and from then on, her memories were incomplete. Remembering the moonlight and starlight of Nakang Bridge, the wetness and warmth by the fire, is the eternal pain in my heart.
Fortunately, there was a man beside her who was as bright as the wind. Her husband, Liang Sicheng, was always with her company during her saddest and most painful times. He knew her, knew every corner of her soul, and showed the greatest tolerance and understanding for Lin Huiyin and Xu Zhimo's entanglement. After Xu Zhimo's plane crash, Liang Sicheng brought a wreath made by Lin Huiyin himself and brought back a piece of the wreckage of the crashed plane. Is this kind of companionship another kind of forever? Xu Zhimo used his life to turn himself into the eternity of Lin Huiyin's memories.
Lin Huiyin and Liang Sicheng took a group photo