Lu Xun Complete Works/zh-en/Fan ainong
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范爱农 / Fan Ainong
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| 诗 自题小像 灵台无计逃神矢，风雨如磐黯故园。 寄意寒星荃不察，我以我血荐轩辕。 哀诗三首（悼范爱农） 风雨飘摇日，余怀范爱农。 华颠萎寥落，白眼看鸡虫。 世味秋荼苦，人间直道穷。 奈何三月别，竟尔失畸躬！ 其二 海草国门碧，多年老异乡。 狐狸方去穴，桃偶已登场。 故里寒云黑，炎天凛夜长。 独沉清冷水，能否涤愁肠？ 其三 把酒论当世，先生小酒人。 大圜犹茗艼，微醉自沉沦。 此别成终古，从兹绝绪言。 故人云散尽，我亦等轻尘！ 广平谨案：以上录自《新苗》第十三册，上遂先生《怀旧》中。后《宇宙风》第六十七期，知堂先生的《关于范爱农》所录诗三首，题云《哀范君三章》，其中有数字略异：如第一首竟作遽；第二首已作尽，寒作彤，黑作恶，冷作冽，涤作洗；第三首茗艼作酩酊，成终作终成。而第三首本已登于《集外集》，但因“此别……”二句不同，故仍重载。《关于范爱农》文中云：“题目下原署真姓名，涂改为黄棘二字。稿后附书四行，其文云： ‘我于爱农之死为之不怡累日，至今未能释然。昨忽成诗三章，随手写之，而忽将鸡虫做入，真是奇绝妙绝，辟历一声。……今录上，希大鉴定家鉴定，如不恶乃可登诸《民兴》也。天下虽未必仰望已久，然我亦岂能已于言乎。二十三日，树又言。’” 赠邬其山 廿年居上海，每日见中华。 有病不求药，无聊才读书。 一阔脸就变，所砍头渐多。 忽而又下野，南无阿弥陀。 无题 |
Poems Self-Portrait My spirit has no way to escape the divine arrows; wind and rain, heavy as millstones, darken my homeland. I entrust my thoughts to the cold stars, but the iris perceives them not; with my blood I consecrate myself to Xuanyuan, the Yellow Emperor. Three Elegies (Mourning Fan Ainong) I. In days of storm and rain, I recall Fan Ainong. His grey head withered in solitude; with cold white eyes he watched the chicken and the worm. The taste of the world is bitter as autumn thistles; the straight path of mankind leads to destitution. Why, after only three months, have you lost your singular form! II. By the sea gate, seaweed grows green; for many years he lived as a stranger. The foxes barely left their burrows when puppets mounted the stage. In the old homeland, cold black clouds; in scorching heat, nights long as frost. Alone he sank into the cool water - could this wash away his sorrow? III. Debating over wine, the master was a light drinker. The great world stumbles in inebriation; in gentle drunkenness he himself sank away. This parting became eternal; from now on all words cease. Old friends scattered like clouds - I too am but light dust! For Wu Qishan Twenty years in Shanghai, seeing China daily. Ill, yet seeking no medicine; bored, only then reading. A little power, and the face changes; severed heads grow more. Suddenly out of office - Namo Amitabha! Untitled I. Day and night the great river flows east; assembled heroes depart once more. Six dynasties of silk - an old dream; above Stone City the moon hangs like a hook. Untitled II. At Yuhua Terrace buried halberds lie; in Mochou Lake a faint ripple remains. The beautiful one I seek cannot be seen; returning home I sing a vast song. Farewell to Masuda Wataru In Fusang fine autumn reigns; maple leaves red as cinnabar gleam in cool freshness. I break a willow to bid farewell; my heart follows the eastbound boat, rememberi |