Second, 1927, 1 In June, I graduated from Class Two of the National Studies Institute. Attend the farewell party for teachers and students at noon and visit Mr. Chen Yinque in the afternoon. On the morning of June 2nd, I bid farewell to Tsinghua campus, went to the Fish and Algae Museum in the Summer Palace and sank to Kunming Lake. I found a suicide note in his underwear pocket (the back of the book reads "Send Sir, No.18, West Hospital"): For fifty years, I only owe one death; After this world change, there is nothing shameful! After my death, when the coffin was hastily collected, I was buried in Tsinghua campus. You can't go back to the south, or you can live in the city temporarily. Your brother needn't mourn, because the road was blocked and the canal never went out. Books can be entrusted to Mr. Chen () and Mr. Wu (M) for safekeeping. Families have to take care of themselves and can't go back to the south. Although I have no property and left you nothing, I am cautious and diligent, and I will not starve to death.
Three. Selected poems of Wang Guowei
1, reading history, making great contributions to Hanshan, Emperor Wu has many talents in the world. Ride the desert today and go to Yanghe in Louchuan tomorrow.
It's no use knowing it recently. If you can't throw it away, just look for it in your dream. When you wake up, you will be disillusioned with your dreams. The west window is white, the moonlight is cool one after another, and there is lilac snow in the first courtyard. In the high sky, I feel very left. My nest is like Agger, so I can make a detour. Speaking of floating dust, I can also fix it for the time being. Gankun is big, the frost forest sits alone, and the red leaves fall one after another. Clouds flow in the high gorge, and people wear clouds with birds. It is raining on several peaks. Relatively green and speechless. Golden light on the spine, smoke under the spine. Dawn of the world. Sparse the forest and make peace. This is a definite time. Sneak in the cool, the boat sweeps Yang Guo. Wet fireflies are very big. 1 1. Sitting in the southwest, the purple electricity exhausts the clouds. Yancheng lock. Singing without harmony. Wan Fang is fast asleep. Wave after wave, eulogizing the wind to Lingbo. Count and paddle. Far into Jianpu. What time is the idle gull heron in the sunset? Fly low. There are countless treasures. Whisper before the wind.
3. Pick mulberry seeds in Gaocheng and encourage Lan Lan to sleep and wake up. I'm drunk and awake. Suddenly I heard three or two lonely voices. Life is like the wind, and joy is sporadic. Sorrow is sporadic. They all made a Xiaoping in the river.
4, the word magnolia is high and blue, and the end of the month is idle. Xiuzhu Juanjuan smells the ring in the wind. I suddenly thought deeply and set foot on the myriad shadows in the atrium. According to the best in the world, a dream is just melancholy. The mountains are chaotic and the people are rugged. The route peaks are tortuous, the apricot blossoms are brilliant and the mountains are brilliant. When the needle sinks inside, it will eventually rise and fall. Still year after year, the mule net is closed.
5, the operator narcissus socks are quiet and dust-free, and the golden house is hidden. Look at the stream at the end of the month, afraid that Ling Bo will leave. Cherish incense alone and dare not regret death. But I laugh at the lonely mountain and the plum trees, and the flowers are so messy.
6. Many things grind and lean on dangerous buildings at night, and the jade rope at the corner of the building is low. I only feel that the moon is bright and frosty, and I am soaked in Wanjiayuan tiles. Why on earth is autumn sad? It's just spring injury. Instead, I went to the shore of Xiangputai and counted the plane leaves. Sadness unfolds, half is warmth and half is tears. It's human to be unable to tell love from new hatred and old hatred. I stayed in the church for several years, and I was very careless. Alone in the west wind forest, watching the world of mortals ride.
7. Nangezi is also in Wuxi, and I first saw Yanbeixiang. Good news Tan Lang: Spring is getting shorter and shorter, so don't think about it.
I have been complaining for ten years on the lonely side of Kinmen. There is no strength at night, and the green window is cold. The leaves are in a mess, and the tall trees are bright green. The dew point makes people whisper, and the old lover looks far away.
9, Ruan Langgui Ligustrum lucidum white grass blurred, Jiangnan rainy season. The shade curtain hung down. Curtains, Shuang Yan. Outside Zhuge Gate, it is west of the blue window. Pedestrians go home at once. At the turn of Qingxi, Liu Yin is low. When the window man thrush. The beautiful news leaves the customs, and the Sichuan road is curved. Heavy and empty, green and tired of hunting saddle, the mountain before the horse is complex. Heavy splash, slow lag, and then look at that year. There are only eyebrows in the world, but it is difficult to meet.
10, Qingpingle Chuiyang Deep Courtyard, flying in the courtyard. Jade screen silver lamp is not shallow in spring, I remember seeing it at that time. Oh, I feel dizzy, but before you press Liangzhou. I have been heartbroken for a lifetime, and it has also made him look back several times. Oblique ink, sleeve marks. It's easy to say, full of acacia, but only love to leave every year. Luozhou alone holds dusk, and when spring comes, there are several crying marks. Thickness is not my life, only your kindness. Under the circumstances at that time, Governor Quesheng asked for the title of Yajitu Huilan in southern Hunan, and he was interested in scenery. After the robbery, Fanghua still turned around, as if Fengcheng had seen it for the first time. He Kun is the only old man, and Chen Yu used to play Gongdiao. Heartbroken Ling Du's poem, Jiangnan in the season of falling flowers.
When the moon is full, Mei Tianhong should feel lonely and spend freely. Mid-month frost, several branches near the water, and the bottom of the water is inclined. Looking around, Zhu, lonely. A crane, attentive to arouse, the earth Tsinghua.
1 1, Xi Qian Yingji, Late Smoke Drag, Gongque and. Clouds flow into the Ming River. Magpie sa jinbo. Yichun courtyard, Pixiangtang, is full of phoenix trees in the fog. Lights are dancing in groups, and roads are cars.
12, lotus cup, flower play, gold bottle with handle full of wine, advise. Love cannot be ashamed. Looking back at the place where Zheng first tuned. Leave Liu Mo. Leave Liu Mo. Short paper and a few lines of grass, books arrive. Always miss each other. Zhu Yan didn't answer wrong today. Go back to Mogui. Go back to Mogui. Hooligan snuff is married again, so goodbye. Don't fight all your life. In the Ming dynasty, the passenger boat was cold. Have fun. Have fun. Who says carefree sadness is like the sea, fragmented. The rain flowed through a pool. Forever fly floc hook curtain. Worry about it. Worry about it. Last night, I was lonely and dreamy. A puff of car dust. Roadside is easy to meet with heaven and man. Really, really. Really, really. Where there is a faint ray of light, there is dawn. Look at the stars from a distance. A yard full of fragrant trees are singing. Wake up, wake up. Wake up, wake up.
13, the sky should be purple and green like spring waves, and people are like jade on the waves. It seems to know each other and humiliate each other. Bow your head in the morning and still give your eyes. Clouds frown. I hate this rush. At the moment, I am angry and my hands are shaking.
14. Outside the weeping poplar door, under the shadow of sparse lights, the brim of the horse hat is inclined. Purple frost is thick, pine trees are cold, and torches scatter crows. When I woke up, I looked at the west window, and the bamboo shadows were mixed. The ups and downs of lyrics, vertical and horizontal scrolls, do not spend time with.
15, the partridge torch returned, and the wine was still awake. People on Sixth Street are quiet and relaxed. The mid-month mist is long and white, and the fishing lights outside the bridge are a little blue. I remember my life from being drunk. Pity is too much. More comparable to this night's dream of the West Building, the stars are full of sleeves. The pavilion road is full of flags, the building is abrupt and the clouds are neat. The spare bright moon is even listed with money, not red flowers. Frequent groping and climbing. Right and wrong of thousands of families in Qian Qian. There is always doubt in the world, but this doubt is not suspicious. Outside the building, the autumn rope is still hanging, and the first frost month is high and slow. It's hard to get drunk when you pour a jade bowl, and you can't sleep when you fall into a copper basin. People are lonely and bored at night. The north window tastes like meditation. Bak Yan dreamed of a golden couple tonight, and the person he believed was still a teenager.
16, the New Year's Eve competed with Sherman and Crimson Wax Hongmei of Wu, which surprised the guests and made them spend a year. Hanging on the long handle, there is a faint light thunder across the alley. Pour the spoon and fork. New words fly to others. You can hold hands on weekdays and take snakes to the valley tonight.
17, Yulouchun spent a lot of time this year, and the flowers should bloom more next year. There are many teenagers who look at flowers, but I'm afraid the teenagers are not mine. I advise you not to respect the old and love the young and get drunk. Look at the flowers on the tree today, not last year. The flowers in the West Garden are deep enough to be swept away, and it's so sloppy when passing by. No one was there when I opened the business, but today I was angry and shook down long ago. Yesterday, however, I took Xishan Road, and the flowers were still in the mountains. Several peaks and rain set off the sunset, and the azaleas that stretched for miles were burning like red.
18, Yu Meiren Taibi locked a long way, always because of the mistakes of moths and eyebrows. Bones can be destroyed, not to mention Zhen Hong and a small arm sand. My body is awake, but am I willing to regret Zhu Yan? From now on, I will no longer dream of gratitude. I will spend my time and enjoy Byakki Smoker. The rhinoceros rose and fell six times, and Wubai suddenly exclaimed. You don't have to ask for trouble. For an instant, I saw floating life. After singing, people are a little tired and the wind blows on their faces. The west guest falls on the moon and shakes flowers. It's time for the world to wake up after drinking. Golden whip beads play in spring, and the portal first meets. Not shy, but naive, but standing in front of the wind, she exudes lining grease.
19, where is Linjiang Xian? Rustling is autumn again. It's getting dark, the grass is fading and the clouds are getting flat. Where the sun shines, a tower rests on an isolated city. Independent and desolate, who speaks? Don't turn back to the palace. The red wall was blurred in the fog. Helpless, I am the highest level. It is said that Jin is a guarding place, and he dreamed of Jin Wei last night. I wonder if I crossed western Liaoning again today. The beach was dark and the moon hissed. Lang leaves like a plum blossom, and his hand touches an empty branch. Poor thing. The time is different. It's just that the leaves were born late
20. There are no clouds on the beach. It rained last night. I came here to smell the sky. When the bell is scattered, the peak is chaotic, and the lonely monk is cold. Being in a green hill, I got married in my previous life and was invited to join the family. Smile at the DPRK, the world is so charming.
2 1, Yuan Graceful's clothes, fragrant musk and sparkling white light. The moonlight shines on the moon, and the world smells of spring travel. Black magpie is silent, fish and dragons are not at night, and Jiuqu is busy killing idle horses and chariots. When I came back, the sunset hung on the west window, and the chickens were everywhere.
22. The fairy of the Magpie Bridge is full of drums and horses, and first frost is everywhere. It suddenly occurred to me that there is still weather in the post office today. The Northern Expedition is a rut, while the Southern Expedition is a dream, knowing that mediation is impossible. Everything in the world is unbearable, except the word "nothing". Embroidery was first exhibited, and the silver roller spun it, and there was infinite joy in front of the lamp. The years on earth are like this night, but we have won countless battles with the story of Diusim. In an instant, I sent it far away. After years of resentment, Zhu Yan can no longer stay in the mirror. Finding the seal is also unusual, not to mention unfounded.
23. Su Lian is tired of leaning on the bar, with a low bun and a beautiful eyebrow, which still has the meaning of the year. Last night, in the dream of the west window, there was a moment of quiet joy, and there was no struggle with the world. I hate coming late, it is easy to stop waking up, and I doubt it in my dreams, let alone waking up. The cool moon is full of windows, people can't sleep, and the incense is printed into ash, which always makes ileum characters.
24. In the case of sapphire, Wuti Shu is still domineering on the stage of Gusu. Drunk, still hanging in the past. In the middle of the month, willows, waterside pavilions and wanderers teach singing and dancing. Wildflowers bloom all over the true mother's tomb, and the peerless beauty Committee reveals its true colors. This is a victory in life. A thousand-year-old poem, a handful of loess, ten miles of coldness. Autumn in the south of the Yangtze River hangs at dusk, which is a quiet thing and countless. Day by day Canglang Pavilion binjiang road. Under the west wind forest and under the setting sun, I went alone to find poetry. Compassion and sorrow are accompanied by leisure. Wait for the dust to be cut off. The shadow of the light is the narrowest. Leisure center, busy love, merged into the west building rain.
25, like a dream, empty steps, rain, Yancheng is more drums. A shallow dream came into being and was blown away by the east wind. Without evidence, without evidence, Han hung his head askew.
26. Xihe, weeping willows. Lanzhou was tied that day. Qian Fan is exhausted, and only Iraqis don't follow this book. Strange channels worry me. I usually miss women and vagrants. I had a dream last night. I clearly remember how many times I flew over smoke and water. The west wind is blowing, accompanied by snuff, and it is crumbling. Stay at Phoenix Mountain late at night, and the sound of crying urges me. Brocade is at the bottom of the sleeve. People are far away, purple miles away. I don't remember each other. If love comes back early, don't send a piece of paper.
27. In recent months, Zhu Yingtai left the door unlocked and took a fancy to the levee. Act against noise and walk silently. For whom to clean up the face, a cavity red tears, stay, lonely stealing notes. Horseshoe is there, but I feel resentment and sadness, and the wind is too calm. The cuckoo in the tree also says New Year. Just think, the world collects roads every year. Even if there is hate, there is no hoof.
28. The title of Bai Zi Ling is Sun Ai 'an's "South Window", and the proud figure is Chu Lingzi, followed by Chai Sang, the first heartbreaker. The eternal water in front of Quting flows to Xunyang. Yi Shu Xiling, Yangshan Xiaguo, I hate it. Lonely for thousands of years, some people are depressed. This is a sigh of a hidden recruitment plan, this is bright and bright, and this is a short reading. Try to find Jiazi with a painting, and remember the years in Yixi. A homing bird, a lonely cloud, is easy to become a flower. Qiao Song safe, to ask frost jie.
29. Man Fang Ting is lonely in the water, with snow far away and weeping willows. At the beginning of the late tide, the setting sun overflowed and the sand was flat. Bai Niao left, outside Tingzhou, as far as the eye can see. The west wind is spreading eastward, flying like snow, and Ran Ran is sailing. Tianya still reminisces about the past, the incense dust follows the horse, and the bright moon peeks at the car. Gradually, in the autumn mirror, change the years in the dark. Even if the strip is intact, it will be awkward to climb back. What a nice person, a corner of Zhu Lou, leaning against the sunset alone.
30. Klang Ganzhou lacks green hills and is an isolated city, hanging upside down and soaking in Huming Lake. In Sen Qian Fan's shadow, there are jagged palaces and elegant winds. In the evening, the voice is getting more and more urgent, and the bleak is mixed with it. Torch to Yancheng, the lights are thousands of miles away. Not so busy, there are thousands of firecrackers, and there are thousands of firecrackers in the yard. Sighing is heavy, not lonely but comforting. I am tired of arrogance. Call the lights, find Zhujiajian Island, and drink Tu Su.
3 1. Sweeping flowers and hanging the sun in the forest, the fog is light and the smoke is collected, which is plain and peaceful. Walking in the forest, listening to the sound of heavy leaves, Yuqi walked away. Back to Feng Dan, the eye of Qiu Guang. Delaying the queue. Then it flew around, and it made me want to die. Happy things are hard to trace. It's a place where wine and oranges are delivered. Qingge is not alive. Another oriole used a racket to fly the flowers into the bowl. Come back today, except for the oblique photo. There are western Western jackdaw in the hidden tall trees, greeting each other.
32. Splash sings with Zhang Zizhan and rhymes without looking at others. How can it fall down in a short time? The days are long, the cloister is small, and the feelings are blurred. The drizzling pond, the courtyard under the setting sun, and the heavy door are deeply closed. Just when I was about to live, I was swept away by my light shirt, especially because of the wind. The flowers have withered for you, let alone find a pendant full of branches. There is only one person, and the joys and sorrows in the world are as fragmented as those of others. Better be dust than running water. I am afraid of Yingying, a river of spring water, and I will save it, leaving people with tears.
33. Qi Tianle cricket used Jiang Baishi's original rhyme "Tianya" to worry about the autumn pole, which must be a lot of words. At first, Yao's footsteps rang and Xiulu was rotated through. Go deep into the painting picture. Sounds like a lawsuit. What a pity, Zoe. One night in Dong Tang, I secretly pulled away from hatred. Empty court autumn rain. Nancheng stopped again, and so did the West Yard. I would like to ask Wang Sun, who is so old and has countless worries. The night is deep. I'm afraid that my children will travel thousands of miles. A person who doesn't know how to sing makes people suffer under the bed.
34. Frost flowers bloom to make up for the fatigue of Shouqiang village assistant minister Hai Kun with the rhyme of dream window. That's Chi Ming's Yan Kang, old clothes. It is difficult to write pottery in middle age, always in the village, and always in the village in winter. The wider the hometown, the better. There is also dogwood, and Huang Ju respects the former. Cangjiang left, dreams around the edge. I hate the cold outside the bucket. Looking back at Fengcheng flowers, you can see the jade river smoke willow, always with cicadas. Write down ten kinds of clever sounds of frost, hedge and killing. Carry a boat. Swing in the waves and cool on the moon. Qian Liquan and Zhu Qiurong, come back to help get drunk.