Chinese Li Terature
Total Page:16
File Type:pdf, Size:1020Kb
CHINESE LI TERATURE . :ie #. 4 ,;-_. & f^'Eir\lJ 11 1963 T CO NTENTS STORIES Barley Kernel Grucl Li Chm 1 - t) The Sfild Aster - Li Cbi In the Same Boat-Kao Ying z6 Remembering Datk Africa - Ilan Pci'ping ,9 WRITINGS OF THE LAST GENERATION Two Stories - Lu Hsun 49 FOLK TALES 64 The Frog Moves House (Mongolian) - The Tiger and the Squirtel (Mongolian) - The Fox and the Turtle (Tibdtan) - The Drunken Sparrow (Tibetan) - The Crow's Promise (Tibetan) - The Cock King (Tartar) NOTES ON LITERATURE AND ART On Lu Hsun's Two Stories Tao 7' ' -Tang A Myriad Hills Tinged with Red - Fang Cbi 78 The Artist and His Audience - Vang Chao-aen 89 INTERVIE\( The Playwtight Tsao Yu -Yang Yu 91 NEW PUBLICATIONS Violin Fountain ro4 The Distant Gobi ro7 CHRONICLE III PLATES The Day Begios - Wu Chun-la 18'19 Fishing Boats in the Willows - Li Ko-ian 48-49 A Myriad Hills Tinged with Red - Li Ko-ian 8o-8r Yu-kuang Ftont Cover: SquitreL (Chinese painting) by Chang No. 1!., 1963 :Hry \r \, , \,, \r $t LI CHUN Barley Kernel Gruel . All w:rs cluict at noonday in the sultry fields. Not rr blc:rth oI wind stirred the drooping leaves by the roadside. Clotrcls lilic fish-scrrlcs drifted lazily through the sky. The early :\ Junc strrr, bcrrtirrg tlown likc fire on to thc wheat, made the tips glow thc r:uclcly golcl ol:ripc apricots. Thc barley had been reaped, leaving nothing but silvcr stubblc along the ridges. ,? Li Chun, born in r;27, is rI lto\ clist irll(l scl ipt-writcr, vcry popular with \ Chinese readers. Cltinetc I'iltrdtrrt lt:ts ertrrietl scvcrirl of his storics in prcvious issues, includine Not Tltat Rotul., V/hrtt tht Strt,rt M(.lls,'['l)c Storl of Li Sbuang- slsuang and Soz'ting tbe Cloutls. IIc lirt's rlrtl()rlg thc Pcllsrrnts in his nativc flonan, and all his writings clcrl with thc rtrrrrl Iifc. I\ quite cantcer and Lei, observ- Because of the heat and the fact that it was noon, there was But therc was a crowd round thc We'Il not a soul on the land. Trees and crops drowsed sleepily. But ing this, answcrcd airily, "Come on! It's only eighteen li. eat whcn Lu." from the ears of wheat in the terraced fields there wafted pefletrat- wc find Old poles. To start ing gusts of kagrance. So thc two o[ them set off with thc telegraph This was hilly country and a dirt track wound like a brown with, they exchanged light-hearted comments on the probable belt over the undulating landscape. Along this steep road two yield of the wheat on both sides of the road, and the strength and stamina donkeys, while young Lei enlivened their progress by men were pushing a caft loaded with fout telegraph poles of stout, of strai.ght red pine. The wheels of the cart were creaking. his imitations of bird calls. The younger of the two men, Lei Wan-sheng, was a sturdy fel- Tlrey covered a dozet /l without stopping to rest. After cross- hills, they sud- lo,w irr his early twenties. Sweat had gathered on the bushy ing several ridges and climbing not a few steep passer-by informed thcm eyebrows above his large black eyes, and he was panting for denly found the road before them cut. A breath, his full red lips parted. Ho Sui-lin, his mate and senior that the commune was building a highway to N(hite Goose Ridge farm- by several years, looked the younger of the two. Short and light and they would havc to go round by Walnut Gully. When on his feet, he had small, rather boyish features, giving him the ers give directions, instead of confining themselves to a simple they launch into detailed appearance of an overgrown child" "Turn left" or "Turn right" like city folk, holding forth to his class. It was clear that they had come unprepared for this heat, for instructions like a mathcmatics tcacher the basis of what thcy wcrc told Ho made a tapid mental cal- both were wearing long pants and thick shirts' Lei was sweating On culation and realizccl that this dctour would lct thcm in for another so much that the characters "Chengchow Electric Machine Works" eighteen thing reassured thcm, however, and that was the printed in red on his shirt were sticking to his chest. li. One news that after reachiug Pcrsimmon Valley in the east they could They wete delivering these telegraph poles from Chengchow to follow the telegraph poles to White Goose Ridge. \White Goose Ridge Production Brigade. A month previously As they trundled the cart back the v/ay they had come, young their foreman, Old Lu, had a work teirm sent to help the ioincd Lei's comments on the wheat and donkeys dried up. So did his had assigncd to this production brigade to in- villages and becn bird calls. He plodded glumly along, too disgustcd to take out station. Thc brigade had stall an electrically operatcd Pump his handkcrchief, using his sleeves to mop his sweating face. prepared all the necessary wire, machinery and other equipment, Ho knew iust how he felt, and in an attempt to keep his spirits but proved to be short of four telegraph poles, and these were not up hummccl snatchcs o[ I{onan opcra - slightly off-key. Young procurable on the spot, as the region produced nothing hut de- Lci coulcl sing Shaohsilllj opcra but he kcpt silcnt, cxccpt for thc ciduous trees. The local cadres brought along carrying poles used rumbling oI his cmpty stomach. for sedan-chairs and old cross-beams, but none of these was the Aftcr: toiling pirst a fcw n.torc riclgcs ancl vallcys, FIo lapsed into specified height or thickness. In the end, Old Lu wrote to his silcncc too. Ry now all tlrc pcirsants had left thc ficlds and the management asking thern to help by sending some of the works' sull was bczrting down nrotc ficrccly than ever. The swish of the own stock of poles. Lci and Ho had been chosen to make the cart whecls thtough thc clust, punctuatcd by laboured breathing, delivery. was the only sound on thc highway. This county lay not far from Chengchow, only two stops a'tuay In the distance two largc, lcafy walnut trecs came into sight, by train. When they alighted at the station and learned that and iust beyond thcm tall tclcgrzrph polcs stretchcd into the dis- White Goose Ridge was iust eighteen li away, Lei rolled up his tance. That put ncw life into both men and v'ith ioyful shouts sleeves and sLarted off with the cart. Lei shoved the cart up the slope, beads of swcat pouring off him "Let's have a snack first," said Ho. "It's after eight." like rain dripping into his cycs. But great was their disappoint- 4 rnent at the tclp! For there was nothing here but walnut trees, posure to the sun, and beads of perspiration had gathered at the the bridge not a single village or wayside stall in that empty, tolling country' tips of her finely archcd eyebrows. The freckles oa was such a swelter- They could see \fhite Goose Ridge, true enough, but one look at of her nose secmcd vermiiion in the sun' lt the line of telegraph poles made it cleat that it was at least ten ing day that hcr liquid eyes seemed to be brimming over. In her pitchet covered with a pea- li away and very difficult going into the bargain. left hand shc carried a blue porcelain the Lei let go of the cart and squattcd in the shade of the trees. He green bowl, in her right hand a bamboo basket. Beneath pile of onion cakes. refused to move. white towel on the basket was a big trees, on "What's up?" asked Ho. "That's Whitc Goose Ridge ahead." The heat drove this girl, too, into the shade of the back to them, "I can't make it," Lei declared. "I've corlc over dizzy." the other side from the men. Sitting down with her artless eyes fixed Secretly amused, Ho joined him in the shade. she fanned hersel{ $,-ith her straw hat, her bright, "Confo,;nd thesc blistering hills!" sworc Lei. "Not a snacl< on the golden wheat. food bar or village to be seen, not even a river!" The breeze she set up by her fanning wafted the smell of "rff/e ought to have bought a few buns at the station"' said FIo. still more tantalizingly into the men's faces. They identified the Lei ignored this remark and, his eyes on the walnut tree, asked, spicy savour of onion cakes and lettuce with green pepper and "\7hen do walnuts ripen?" gelatin. In addition thcre was the aroma of some sort of gruel "Not ti1l autumn," Ho informed him. "It's no use looking unlike anything that yo*ng Lci had experienced before, reminiscent heightened by so hopeful - there's nothing but leaves." of the scent of young whcat in thc ficlds, its flavour Still Lei stared up at the trees. "I wish they were loquats!" he cooking. than sighed. "Where I come from this is iust the time for loquats'" These appetizing odours madc the men more conscious \i(ith "Sup- They rested a while in a dispirited silence, thcit eyes fixed on ever of their hunger. a g,lance at Lei, Ho suggested, there to be tor- the cottages on the distant hill beyond which lay White Goose pose we move on?" He saw no point in staying Ridge.