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1、中国文学文学系列呐喊Call to ArmsPreface to:Call to ArmsTO THE FIRST COLLECTION OF SHORT STORIES, CALL TO ARMSWhen I was young I, too, had many dreams. Most of them came to be forgotten, but I see nothing in this to regret. For although recalling the past may make you happy, it may sometimes also make you lone
2、ly, and there is no point in clinging in spirit to lonely bygone days. However, my trouble is that I cannot forget completely, and these stories have resulted from what I have been unable to erase from my memory.For more than four years I used to go, almost daily, to a pawnbrokers and to a medicine
3、shop. I cannot remember how old I was then; but the counter in the medicine shop was the same height as I, and that in the pawnbrokers twice my height. I used to hand clothes and trinkets up to the counter twice my height, take the money proffered with contempt, then go to the counter the same heigh
4、t as I to buy medicine for my father who had long been ill. On my return home I had other things to keep me busy, for since the physician who made out the prescriptions was very well-known, he used unusual drugs: aloe root dug up in winter, sugar-cane that had been three years exposed to frost, twin
5、 crickets, and ardisia . . . all of which were difficult to procure. But my fathers illness went from bad to worse until he died.I believe those who sink from prosperity to poverty will probably come, in the process, to understand what the world is really like. I wanted to go to the K- school in N-
6、perhaps because I was in search of a change of scene and faces. There was nothing for my mother to do but to raise eight dollars for my travelling expenses, and say I might do as I pleased. That she cried was only natural, for at that time the proper thing was to study the classics and take the offi
7、cial examinations. Anyone who studied foreign subjects was looked down upon as a fellow good for nothing, who, out of desperation, was forced to sell his soul to foreign devils.Besides, she was sorry to part with me. But in spite of that, I went to N- and entered the K- school; and it was there that
8、 I heard for the first time the names of such subjects as natural science, arithmetic, geography, history, drawing and physical training. They had no physiology course, but we saw woodblock editions of such works as A New Course on the Human Body and Essays on Chemistry and Hygiene. Recalling the ta
9、lk and prescriptions of physicians I had known and comparing them with what I now knew, I came to the conclusion those physicians must be either unwitting or deliberate charlatans; and I began to sympathize with the invalids and families who suffered at their hands. From translated histories I also
10、learned that the Japanese Reformation had originated, to a great extent, with the introduction of Western medical science to Japan.These inklings took me to a provincial medical college in Japan. I dreamed a beautiful dream that on my return to China I would cure patients like my father, who had bee
11、n wrongly treated, while if war broke out I would serve as an army doctor, at the same time strengthening my countrymens faith in reformation.I do not know what advanced methods are now used to reach microbiology, but at that time lantern slides were used to show the microbes; and if the lecture end
12、ed early, the instructor might show slides of natural scenery or news to fill up the time. This was during the Russo-Japanese War, so there were many war films, and I had to join in the clapping and cheering in the lecture hall along with the other students. It was a long time since I had seen any c
13、ompatriots, but one day I saw a film showing some Chinese, one of whom was bound, while many others stood around him. They were all strong fellows but appeared completely apathetic. According to the commentary, the one with his hands bound was a spy working for the Russians, who was to have his head
14、 cut off by the Japanese military as a warning to others, while the Chinese beside him had come to enjoy the spectacle.Before the term was over I had left for Tokyo, because after this film I felt that medical science was not so important after all. The people of a weak and backward country, however
15、 strong and healthy they may be, can only serve to be made examples of, or to witness such futile spectacles; and it doesnt really matter how many of them die of illness. The most important thing, therefore, was to change their spirit, and since at that time I felt that literature was the best means
16、 to this end, I determined to promote a literary movement. There were many Chinese students in Tokyo studying law, political science, physics and chemistry, even police work and engineering, but not one studying literature or art. However, even in this uncongenial atmosphere I was fortunate enough t
17、o find some kindred spirits. We gathered the few others we needed, and after discussion our first step, of course, was to publish a magazine, the title of which denoted that this was a new birth. As we were then rather classically inclined, we called it Xin Sheng (New Life).When the time for publica
18、tion drew near, some of our contributors dropped out, and then our funds were withdrawn, until finally there were only three of us left, and we were penniless. Since we had started our magazine at an unlucky hour, there was naturally no one to whom we could complain when we failed; but later even we
19、 three were destined to part, and our discussions of a dream future had to cease. So ended this abortive New Life.Only later did I feel the futility of it all; at that time I did not really understand anything. Later I felt if a mans proposals met with approval, it should encourage him; if they met
20、with opposition, it should make him fight back; but the real tragedy for him was to lift up his voice among the living and meet with no response, neither approval nor opposition, just as if he were left helpless in a boundless desert. So I began to feel lonely.And this feeling of loneliness grew day
21、 by day, coiling about my soul like a huge poisonous snake. Yet in spite of my unaccountable sadness, I felt no indignation; for this experience had made me reflect and see that I was definitely not the heroic type who could rally multitudes at his call.However, my loneliness had to be dispelled, fo
22、r it was causing me agony. So I used various means to dull my senses, both by conforming to the spirit of the time and turning to the past. Later I experienced or witnessed even greater loneliness and sadness, which I do not like to recall, preferring that it should perish with me. Still my attempt
23、to deaden my senses was not unsuccessful-I had lost the enthusiasm and fervour of my youth.?In S- Hostel there were three rooms where it was said a woman had lived who hanged herself on the locust tree in the courtyard. Although the tree had grown so tall that its branches could no longer be reached
24、, the rooms remained deserted. For some years I stayed here, copying ancient inscriptions. I had few visitors, there were no political problems or issues in those inscriptions, and my only desire was that my life should slip quietly away like this. On summer nights, when there were too many mosquito
25、es, I would sit under the locust tree, waving my fan and looking at the specks of sky through the thick leaves, while the caterpillars which came out in the evening would fall, icy-cold, on to my neck.The only visitor to come for an occasional talk was my old friend Chin Hsin-yi. He would put his bi
26、g portfolio down on the broken table, take off his long gown, and sit facing me, looking as if his heart was still beating fast after braving the dogs.What is the use of copying these? he demanded inquisitively one night, after looking through the inscriptions I had copied.No use at all.Then why cop
27、y them?For no particular reason.I think you might write something. . . .I understood. They were editing the magazine New Youth, but hitherto there seemed to have been no reaction, favourable or otherwise, and I guessed they must be feeling lonely. However I said:Imagine an iron house without windows
28、, absolutely indestructible, with many people fast asleep inside who will soon die of suffocation. But you know since they will die in their sleep, they will not feel the pain of death. Now if you cry aloud to wake a few of the lighter sleepers, making those unfortunate few suffer the agony of irrev
29、ocable death, do you think you are doing them a good turn?But if a few awake, you cant say there is no hope of destroying the iron house.True, in spite of my own conviction, I could not blot out hope, for hope lies in the future. I could not use my own evidence to refute his assertion that it might
30、exist. So I agreed to write, and the result was my first story, A Madmans Diary. From that time onwards, I could not stop writing, and would write some sort of short story from time to time at the request of friends, until I had more than a dozen of them.As for myself, I no longer feel any great urg
31、e to express myself; yet, perhaps because I have not entirely forgotten the grief of my past loneliness. I sometimes call out, to encourage those fighters who are galloping on in loneliness, so that they do not lose heart. Whether my cry is brave or sad, repellent or ridiculous, I do not care. Howev
32、er, since it is a call to arms, I must naturally obey my generals orders. This is why I often resort to innuendoes, as when I made a wreath appear from nowhere at the sons grave in Medicine, while in Tomorrow I did not say that Fourth Shans Wife had no dreams of her little boy. For our chiefs then w
33、ere against pessimism. And I, for my part, did not want to infect with the loneliness I had found so bitter those young people who were still dreaming pleasant dreams, just as I had done when young.It is clear, then, that my short stories fall far short of being works of art; hence I count myself fo
34、rtunate that they are still known as stories, and are even being compiled in one book. Although such good fortune makes me uneasy, I am nevertheless pleased to think they have readers in the world of men, for the time being at least.Since these short stories of mine are being reprinted in one collection, owing to the reasons given above, I have chosen the title Na Han (Call to Arms)._Note: K- school: The Kiangnan Naval Academy in Nanking.Note: S- Hostel: Shaohsing.Note: New Youth: The most influential magazine in the cultural revolution of that time.?December 3, 1922, Peking 5