Chapter 66 A generation of scholars stay and think

Yesterday, February 24th (the 52nd year of the Republic of China) was the first anniversary of the death of Mr. Hu Shizhi, a generation of scholars. Many people went to Nangang early in the morning to mourn him. There were silver-haired professors, many students, and government officials. , there are ordinary people in the market; there are soldiers, literati, and barefoot farmers. Everyone boards Mr. Shizhi's cemetery in groups of three or five, silently salutes his funeral, and whispers silently at the edge of the cemetery. Thinking, many people's eyes are moist, but among so many people, it seems that there is no one in it!

Although a year has passed, everyone is still in the same sad mood. What else can we say? The stay is long enough, it's time for lunch, let's go back!But there are still many people sitting there and meditating.Elderly Mr. Luo Jialun, leaning on a cane, walked down and turned back more than once on the stone steps of the cemetery, looked at his old friend who could no longer meet under the tombstone, and opened his mouth as if addressing him. speak.Minister Huang Jilu bowed, as if he couldn't control his emotions, he quickly turned around in a burst of sadness.Professor Mao Zishui led his daughter and grandchildren: Come and take a picture in front of your Uncle Ho's grave.

The stones in the cemetery were trampled away by the passing crowd, and two young students arranged them silently.The small slopes and open spaces around the cemetery have been newly paved with grass and planted with flowers and trees, and everyone is careful not to step on them.In the newly built flower ponds on both sides of the cemetery, white rhododendrons have already bloomed and swayed in the spring breeze, adding to the sad atmosphere. Mr. Shizhi’s tomb was filled with flower baskets sent by all parties yesterday, and there was a small square table in front of the tomb. On the table, there were five dishes made by Mrs. Hu herself, including fried chicken, carp, and green beans. Mushrooms, braised pork and lobster, as well as Dr. Hu's favorite fried noodles, a pair of ivory chopsticks, and a small glass of wine.

Mrs. Hu sat quietly and sadly on the stone bench next to the tomb, accompanied by several ladies. She saw that fruit had been forgotten on the altar table, and asked someone to bring oranges and mangoes to offer it. He asked someone to help him move to the altar, bowed slowly three times, then returned to the stone bench and sat down, not wanting to leave the cemetery too early. Although some people walked down the hillside slowly, they still looked back at the cemetery on the half slope from time to time.Although this generation of scholars who are famous all over the world has been buried in the ground, he still feels kind to everyone.

According to the colleagues of the Academia Sinica, in the past year, many Chinese and foreign people have come to Nangang to pay tribute to Dr. Hu Shi's residence and recall many of his past events.The cemetery in Nangang is already a place where people will pay homage to him forever. Therefore, Academia Sinica has planned to gradually beautify the environment of the cemetery, and the future layout will be even more beautiful. A small one-story house in the Academia Sinica where Dr. Hu Shi lived before his death has now been converted into the Hu Shi Memorial Hall. It was specially opened yesterday for a day for people to pay their respects. The exhibition room of his relics and manuscripts is the most fascinating place to stop and think about. Thinking about his daily life and research here before his death, now that he has gone and never returned it, how can it not be infinitely sentimental!

There are many people visiting the memorial hall. Due to the limited capacity of the museum, it is inconvenient for everyone to get in and out at the entrance. Later, a note was posted in front of the gate, limiting the entry of 20 people per minute, and another exit was set up, so that everyone automatically put up There is a long queue, but people who enter always want to pay close attention to Mr. Hu's relics, letters, manuscripts, etc. The inside is still very crowded, but it is not chaotic. Everyone is quiet, and the atmosphere in the museum has always been maintained. The clothes in Mr. Hu’s bedroom, the simple furnishings on the dining table outside, and the piles of papers in the study all make people think about things and touch the scene. Some things in use, open books, and unfinished films The words on the paper seem to have happened yesterday. Mr. Hu is not dead. When he closes his eyes, doesn’t his modest smile and hearty laughter appear in this room again?However, the sad memory tells people that Mr. Hu has indeed passed away, and it has been a year, and he will never come back. What is left to the world is his wisdom and virtue, a model of learning people.

In the Hu Shi Memorial Hall, there is one thing that is the most, and that is books. Naturally, there are four walls of scrolls in the study room, two walls of bookshelves in the small living room, books in the bedroom, and even the newly opened relic display room, which is placed in a glass cabinet. Most of the books, manuscripts, lectures and books on learning are placed inside, which are also the things that people love and want to pay close attention to. On the wall of the showroom, there are 22 frames of photos of Mr. Hu from his youth to his later years, some with robes, some with suits, some of him alone, and some of him with his family. But among these many different photos, there is They have one thing in common, that is his most familiar smile. In every photo, Mr. Hu is either smiling with his lips pursed or grinning with a big grin. Ordinary people are equally amiable and approachable.Today, Mr. Hu has passed away for one year, but from his portrait, it is still as refreshing.

Some people say that Mr. Hu was very polite to everyone when he was alive, but he was not at all pretentious. This is because he respected everyone's personality from the bottom of his heart. The weather in Taipei was cloudy and cold for a long time. Yesterday was sunny and warm. The traffic on Nangang Road was like crucian carp. From dawn to dusk, at the anniversary meeting of Hu Shi's death held in the Cai Yuanpei Hall of Academia Sinica; in the Hu Shi Memorial Hall; on the hillside in front of Academia Sinica Hu Shi Beside the cemetery, there is an endless stream of people, all paying homage to this generation of scholars with admiration and remembrance.

What is dead is only Mr. Hu Shizhi's body, and his moral, cultural and personality model will always live in people's hearts.