A Letter to Mr. Hu Shi: A Teacher's Advice;
I haven't written for a long time, and I miss it very much. Everyone here is well and everything is as usual. The rare copy of Notes on Shui Jing, which was borrowed before, was originally packed by Zi Shui, Chong Min and Shi Du, and has been checked. Is it easy to take it out? Three volumes of Dunhuang exhibition catalogue and rare book catalogue are hereby submitted, please accept them. Shi Du has moved to Zhong Lao Hutong, and Mrs. Jiang can take care of it nearby. It's a great comfort to find two boxes. I'm sorry that I didn't tell you how to deliver it when I entrusted it. How about giving lectures in Australia? To read. I beg your pardon.
From Zheng Tianting, a student of Duoqi.
Thirty-eight. Two. Eighteen
A letter addressed to Mr. Hu Shi: A commendation from Mr. President of the Second Suit;
Dear Rev.: It is the crystallization of China's 2,000-year-old culture to check Dunhuang art from Wei and Jin dynasties to Song and Yuan dynasties. The first is the distant frontier, which has been lost for a long time. Since the discovery of the stone chamber scriptures in Guangxu's 26th year, scholars at home and abroad have gradually paid attention to them, but there is no way to keep them. In the autumn of 1930, after the dean visited the northwest and visited the grottoes, the Institute was submitted to the Central Committee for setting up in 1932, and the Ministry of Education hired Mr. Gao Yihan and Shu Hong to take charge of the preparation and establishment. In the meantime, due to the bleak life in Mobei, the traffic jam, and the lack of human and financial resources, in the past five years, although it has been extremely meager, it is shameful to make no achievements. This is the fifth anniversary of the establishment of the institute, and it is planned to collect the achievements of colleagues in the institute over the years and make a roving exhibition at home and abroad, so as to do a little bit to promote Dunhuang art. In the past, some private people copied Dunhuang art, which was generally characterized by subjective style. Its function in introducing Dunhuang art is really superficial. In view of the omen of this phenomenon, colleagues in our firm admonish each other on weekdays, so we must make a detailed, honest and systematic copy with a loyal attitude. For example, the collection of ancient patterns, the collection of ancient boats and cars, and the collection of ancient landscapes are all made of a certain size of paper, which is collected from various murals and shrunk. Once displayed at the same time, we can get a glimpse of the stages of the style transformation of each dynasty and generation, which is really valuable information for the study of China art. Today, it is planned to collect more than 1,800 pieces of all works in the past five years (with an exhibition catalogue attached), and petition the Ministry of Education to allocate exhibition funds for roving exhibitions at home and abroad. It is planned to use 50% of the income from exhibition tickets for repairing Dunhuang stone chambers and 50% for enriching research equipment.
Su Rentai advocated China's cultural undertakings and spared no effort, and was also very concerned about Dunhuang art. If you dare to take the liberty, please make every effort to give advice and help to the relevant authorities, so that you can achieve something. I can't help but pray for this.
Shunsong
Xunsui
Learn from Chang Shuhong after school.
February 21 ST
A letter to Mr. Hu Shi: Mr. Sanshiyi;
Old people always treat young people like children, so we don't tell them anything. You are very open-minded in this respect, so "Mr. Li Ao" would like you to listen to his story.
I don't like pretending to be modest. I realize that my personal life experience is very representative. I think my personal history can represent some young people in modern China-how they grew up, chose, lost their minds, and finally became traitors under the standard education. During this period of hard work, how many young people fell down? I am the lucky one, so I can still live freely and tell my story alive.
My grandfather worked as a beggar in Shandong since he was a teenager. Later, he drove a carriage for others and wandered outside the customs. He did at least one-tenth of the 360 lines, and there was also a "foreign chapter"-he was a bandit, once injured, lying in a pit and groaning, and a big girl saved him, so he got her as a wife. My grandfather is also a PTT, so he washed his hands and became a good person. After several decades, he actually pulled out a jewelry store. My grandmother is really capable of giving birth. She gave birth to twelve (six men and six women, in pairs) by herself. She is from Jehol. When my grandfather gets angry, he calls her "into the badlands, an ugly woman and a unruly woman". But the "ugly woman" has a good eye. At least she persuaded my illiterate bandit grandfather to send his "second child" (my father) to the Imperial University.
The "second child" joined the Department of Chinese Literature of Peking University in nine years of the Republic of China, and his classmate Lu Kanru, Wei Jiangong, made achievements, but he didn't. As soon as he graduated, more than a dozen families tired him, which made him give up the public expense of sending him to study in Jilin, so that he could not escape to the rear area during the Anti-Japanese War, and he could not escape when he fled to Peiping (after the September 18th Incident, our family went to Peiping, and my father was at a loss to find something everywhere. He went to ask you for help. Later, he finally found a errand in the Ministry of Justice, and the performance of handing over at a time actually made a Zhu Jiuye appreciate him. Since then, he has been sponsoring him until he became the director of Taiyuan Anti-smoking Bureau under Wang Kemin (he took out a piece of Ma Zhanshan from the pile of books after his victory to prove that he worked behind enemy lines, but I quite doubt his serious achievements in his work).
Lieutenant General Hua Gu of Japan (? ) In order to crack down on Wang Kemin and accuse my father of corruption, a year's prison interrogation failed to find any evidence. After he was released from prison, Wang Kemin made him the director of the General Administration of Smoking Control in North China in order to reward his "due diligence", but he seemed to know that Japan was going to collapse, and he could no longer do it. It was his smart place to retreat. After the victory, when Peiping arrested traitors, he became his general affairs director in Yingcheng Coal Mine in Northeast China under an alias!
He was sorry that he didn't escape to the rear during the Anti-Japanese War, so when the * * * production party came, he decided to run first and come to Taiwan Province. All the old foundation in the box was tossed away. People who knew him didn't believe that he had no money, so I didn't believe it, but I found that when I got up in the morning, I had to use salt water instead of toothpaste, and I began to believe it.
My father intends to bury his past history, re-examine his industry when he just graduated from Peking University, and teach books in middle schools. I doubt his articles and personality, but I can't see anyone better than him in his eloquence and ability to handle affairs. He seems to have regrets when he sees his old classmates who have fled to the rear because of family fatigue, and now they have become provincial presidents and supervisory committees, and his students have also become second-longest. He is a good material for being a politician. He can't continue to develop his strengths in this field, so he became a good teacher with peace of mind.
When he died, he ended up in a scene where two or three thousand people below the mayor of Taichung City were sent to the funeral. At that time, it seemed that everyone lost his model, everyone praised him, and at the same time, he denounced the "son who didn't kowtow, burn paper, shed a tear and advocated funeral reform"!
It was the proudest experience in my life, and I showed my courage in front of tradition and the masses alone. If you want to find a tester for the article "My Reform for Funeral", you can't stop me from recommending myself. But when I rebelled against my elders and forced me to kowtow, it was not the article that swirled in my head, but the poem "Li"!
It was my freshman year, when I was just twenty years old and two days old, but I think I have grown up.
In the past twenty years, my well-informed family and my sensible father can't give me any refined influence and example. Just like the average middle-class China family, it is supposed that a boy who has never left home is unlikely to become a traitor in this environment, but after all, I appeared in this capacity. When my father watched me return his lucky money and announced that "it was just the old calendar year", his expression was beyond my description.
If I use the method of "personality psychology" to analyze myself, it will be too much trouble, because my formation is very simple. What I should thank my father is that his old gentleman has never allowed me to play my free will freely. I have set up a small library for myself while other little boys are still playing with mud. My father has never refused me to ask him for money to buy books, never interfered with the books I want to read, and the tuition fee was too expensive when I fled to Shanghai. After twenty years with him, he seems to have given full play to the "spirit of Peking University". Seeing that Zhou Dewei ignored his son, I smiled at him and said, "The so-called spirit of Peking University is the spirit of Lao Zi ignoring his son. You laozi who graduated from Peking University all have this spirit. 」
Since 1935, although the world has turned upside down, a little boy can sit in his little ivory tower and grow up slowly. His family, parents, sisters and outsiders can't "guide" him, because books have already replaced their influence and brought me to a new realm. On the bookshelf of a sixth-grade pupil, guests can see Sun Yat-sen's Complete Book, Mein Kampf of the Rightists, and a large number of books and newspapers of the leftists: from Observation to Xinhua Daily to Shimin of Gratkov. Although these precocious achievements have brought a lot of pride to my little mind, they have also brought me a lot of confusion.
I was in a daze throughout junior high school, until I entered senior high school, until I met my teacher Yan Qiao (an overseas Chinese), and my life changed suddenly.
Yan Qiao is the eldest grandson of Yan Fu. When he first arrived at school, he immediately charmed us. His enthusiasm and sharpness, knowledge of arts and sciences, and proficiency in English and Japanese are not comparable to those teachers who make a living. Soon, I established a friendship with Yan Qiao; Soon, I knew why he was drunk all day-it turned out that he was a producer!
He was discovered when he came to Taiwan Province, and his brother-in-law Ye Mingxun bailed him out. He was not arrested and could not move, so he was very depressed. After living for several years and reading some books, I am even more depressed because I have a liberal tendency. One night he was drunk again and cried to his little friend. He said to me, "I don't believe that the Kuomintang will save China. No matter how they reform, they are hopeless. Their roots are rotten. For more than ten years, I have devoted myself to a new movement. I have taken risks and suffered hardships with some young people. In order to bring a new prospect to the country, I have become a * * * production party. I volunteered to sneak in and do the hardest part for my faith. However, in the past two years, I have found that I have changed. My spirit seems to fly to the idol of liberalism, but my body is always locked by one party and monitored by another party. This is my greatest pain. Even so, I still want to go back to the mainland. Although I am not satisfied with it, there is always a little smell of "new" and youthful. I always look down on the Kuomintang. It is not worthy for me to surrender! Now we don't have you on our roster, but I want to take you back, take you to * * * to take part in that new big movement. It's uncertain whether this big movement is successful or not, but it at least sacrifices our generation for another vision, (how like Ding Wenjiang! ) At least it's much better than the Kuomintang wallowing in a dead alley! 」
At that time, I promised to go with him. I dreamed that I would take part in a big movement to rebuild China, but the dream was a dream after all. In the middle of the night, five big men surprised his dream and mine. He was arrested, and Ye Mingxun lost his job for this matter. Two years later, Yan Qiao died in Huoshao Island. Under the sixty-eight-year-old article of Wang Quchang's "Yan Ji Dao Chronicle", it reads:
On New Year's Day, the eldest grandson named Yan Guo as an overseas Chinese student. Mr. Wang has a poem saying, "Those who need health in China should not stop at our door." There is another cloud: "When did the Sinian party sink into the land, and when was it released? If there is peace, don't forget to tell Chongquan.
But where are the "healthy people" in China? What "image" can he tell his grandfather under the "heavy spring"? Yan Qiao died, and he fell down in the middle of the road from his original god to the liberal god.
The "Yanqiao Incident" was the first shocking event in my life. His departure made me lose heart for a long time. The "Yanqiao Incident" was a summary for me, which stimulated me to settle my account again. At that time, "Li Ao Thought" was a hodgepodge. At that time, I was the winner of the All-Taiwan Province Three People's Principles Paper Competition, the champion of Taichung City's birthday paper and a loyal reader of Qian Mu. It is strange that a middle school student, after receiving the letters and books written by Qian Mu, did not become Qian Mu's apprentice, but gave up "Qian Mu's route" a few years later.
It would not be strange if I had not read the books of the right, the left or the quintessence school, but only your books, and I was deeply influenced by you. However, it would be a very interesting thing for me to pick up the "Selected Works of Hu Shi" after rolling around in the right books, dreaming in the left vision and being welcomed under the selfish departmentalism of the quintessence school. As far as the older generation is concerned, there is no other person in China who can bring me such great changes, which makes me give up the old road-the old road that has fascinated me for many years.
Soon, your work gradually aroused my great enthusiasm. On October 1, 1941, I handed you a long letter of 2,000 words at Taichung Station. At that time, I was only seventeen years old, and I was inevitably a little "idolized" to you. Since February 27th, 1944, when I published an article refuting Taixi's "Hu Shi's Old Poems", I have written many words introducing your thoughts. Although those words look too bad and excessive now, their motives are very simple.-For I have been deeply influenced by you, I would also like other young people to meet Hu Shizhi.
At that time, many people laughed at me and wondered why I didn't write something else. Why write about Hu Shizhi? Some friends even joked, "Li Ao ate Hu Shi's rice. 」
It's hard for me to explain the misunderstanding of others. They don't know that I "promoted" Hu Shi's thought because I had a long contradiction in the right-wing and left-wing quintessence school. They don't know that I have an indescribable feeling for Hu Shizhi, which makes me intolerable for others to scold you or praise you. Therefore, I wrote an article for a while with great difficulty, hoping that people would see Hu Shi's true colors, although my performance for a while may be thankless.
When I am a few years older, there are few traces of "personal worship" in my opinion of you. I think I can get to know you more clearly. You have many disappointments and many lovely places. I think you are a little old-fashioned, with a little more vanity and factional ideas. You are not as energetic as before, and your attacks on authority are not as sharp as before. My feelings are just feelings. I expressed them in my letters and poems to you. I know you won't mind. I didn't look at you with the eyes of "Teacher Tai". I supported you and defended others for you, which made me get a record of "wandering thoughts and obsequious attitude" in the army (I don't think you know that there is a very popular revolutionary theory of "shooting Lei Zhen and driving Hu Shi away" in the army. At the same time, I also criticize you. I don't mind it. It would be too tacky if I stood far away and "held a disciple ceremony" with trepidation, or covered with "Taoist mats" and "military lessons". I like you, because you are a "human being" with dignity and taste. What I am influenced by and expect from you is nothing more than trying to be a "human being" under the authority and the masses. I like musk deer, because they will destroy themselves when necessary, in exchange for uncompromising. I once joked with Yin Haiguang. I said, "Mr. Yin, a few liberals you worked so hard to cultivate at National Taiwan University all became Kuomintang after military training. As far as I know, some of them volunteered. With this, you should admire me. 」
Maybe I should be proud, because I have never given up my faith. Although I have suffered a lot and suffered a lot of inconvenience, I don't care. If I am a little talented and can't "walk the street" according to my intention, I will take up my "self-destruction" and go to the countryside without any difficulty.
I don't believe in tradition as much as I don't believe in authority. I'm a nobody. I don't believe I can beat anything, but it's hard for them to beat me unless they work hard. I'm like a tortoise. They ignore me. I may bite them suddenly, making their blood pressure higher and higher. If they fly into a rage and come, I'll have to shrink my head and let them talk. I'm also uncompromising. I may be the most worthless Cynic. Under the blue dragon and the moon, I'm confident that I can't be Wenwenshan or Shi Kefa, so I have to choose Russell's discouragement, but I just want to make a remark about President Jiang. Fortunately, I am satisfied with my current resilience. When I come back from the army, I still have no party, faction or religion. I can also write this long letter proudly to tell you that I still stick to our post and, under the leadership of your doctor, develop together for a long time, promote liberalism together and praise the beauty of Ma Weijun together. The only difference is that you are the boss, but I'm just a tiny assistant. Think about the philosophy of "I'd rather be below than above", and maybe I'm happier than you. I am very happy to receive the 1000 yuan you sent me within a limited time. Wentz and Zhu Wenchang have all described the story of your generosity, and today I actually benefited from it. Pants have been redeemed, it can be said that money is a thing apart, and your consideration for people should be the first. You used the fact that you accepted the book I sent to "lure" me to accept this money. In fact, this is not the same. The money is lovely, but if I accept it, I can't find a reason to say that it is not "taking". The ancestors advocated "being meticulous" So in this matter, I will stick to my inherent morality-I can't accept it. Since you are so kind as to do me a big favor, let me take it as a loan and use it to save my life, turn around and take a breath. I decided to pay you back on March 12th next year. "You must never refuse." This is not too greedy, too polite, and has no interest. It's really great to put on pants!