自序 Preface

When I was young I too had many dreams; later I forgot most of them, but I myself don't consider this any great pity.使使使便What we call memory, though it may bring joy, cannot help but also bring loneliness at times — and what meaning is there in letting the threads of the spirit still trail after time already gone and lonely? Yet I, for my part, suffer from being unable to forget entirely, and this portion that I cannot wholly forget has now become the origin of Outcry.

我在年靑时候也曾经做过许多梦,后来大半忘却了,但自己也并不以为可惜。所谓回忆者,虽说可以使人欢欣,有时也不免使人寂寞,使精神的丝缕还牵着已逝的寂寞的时光,又有什么意味呢,而我偏苦于不能全忘却,这不能全忘的一部分,到现在便成了呐喊的来由。

,——For more than four years I would often — almost daily — go in and out of the pawnshop and the pharmacy. I no longer remember my age at the time, but in any case the pharmacy counter stood exactly as tall as I was, while the pawnshop's counter was twice my height. I would hand up clothes or jewelry from outside that counter twice my height, take the money amid contempt, and then go to the counter level with me to buy medicine for my father, long ill.,……After returning home, there was other business to attend to, for the doctor who wrote the prescriptions was the most famous one, and so the medicinal guides he prescribed were peculiar too: reed roots dug in winter, sugarcane that had endured frost for three years, crickets that had to be an original pair, ardisia that had already borne seed, ...西Most of these were not things easily obtained.Yet in the end my father grew worse day by day and passed away.

我有四年多,曾经常常,——几乎是每天,出入于质铺和药店里,年纪可是忘却了,总之是药店的柜台正和我一样高,质铺的是比我高一倍,我从一倍高的柜台外送上衣服或首饰去,在侮蔑里接了钱,再到一样高的柜台上给我久病的父亲去买药。回家之后,又须忙别的事了,因为开方的医生是最有名的,以此所用的药引也奇特:冬天的芦根,经霜三年的甘蔗,蟋蟀要原对的,结子的平地木,……多不是容易办到的东西。然而我的父亲终于日重一日的亡故了。

Has anyone here fallen from a household of modest comfort into hardship? I believe that along that path one can probably see the true face of the world;彿I was going to N to enter K Academy, as if wishing to take a different road, flee to a different place, and seek out people of another kind.便My mother had no choice but to prepare eight yuan in travel money, saying it was up to me to do as I pleased;便yet she wept, which was only natural, for in those days studying for the examinations was the proper path, whereas so-called 'learning foreign affairs' was regarded by society as the resort of a man at the end of his rope, one who had no choice but to sell his soul to the foreign devils — such a person was to be doubly mocked and shunned — and besides, she would no longer be able to see her own son.But I could not be troubled with such concerns, and in the end went to N and entered K Academy, where for the first time I learned that the world also had such things as natural science, mathematics, geography, history, drawing, and gymnastics.Physiology was not taught, but we did get to see woodblock-printed books like the New Treatise on the Whole Body and Chemical Hygiene.便I still remembered the arguments and prescriptions of that earlier doctor, and comparing them with what I now knew, I gradually came to realize that Chinese medicine was nothing but a kind of deception, whether intentional or not, and at the same time I felt great sympathy for the deceived patients and their families;西and moreover, from translated histories, I learned the fact that the Japanese Restoration had for the most part originated with Western medicine.

有谁从小康人家而坠入困顿的么,我以为在这途路中,大概可以看见世人的真面目;我要到N进K学堂去了,彷佛是想走异路,逃异地,去寻求别样的人们。我的母亲没有法,办了八元的川资,说是由我的自便;然而伊哭了,这正是情理中的事,因为那时读书应试是正路,所谓学洋务,社会上便以为是一种走投无路的人,只得将灵魂卖给鬼子,要加倍的奚落而且排斥的,而况伊又看不见自己的儿子了。然而我也顾不得这些事,终于到N去进了K学堂了,在这学堂里,我才知道世上还有所谓格致、算学、地理、历史、绘图和体操。生理学并不教,但我们却看到些木版的全体新论和化学衞生论之类了。我还记得先前的医生的议论和方药,和现在所知道的比较起来,便渐渐的悟得中医不过是一种有意的或无意的骗子,同时又很起了对于被骗的病人和他的家族的同情;而且从译出的历史上,又知道了日本维新是大半发端于西方医学的事实。

便使Because of this naive knowledge, my name later came to be enrolled at a medical school in a rural part of Japan.滿便My dream was a fine one: I planned to graduate and return to cure the suffering of patients misdiagnosed like my father, to serve as an army doctor in wartime, and at the same time to promote among my countrymen faith in reform.便I no longer know what progress has since been made in the methods of teaching microbiology, but in any case at that time slides were used to show the shapes of microbes, so that sometimes a section of the lecture would already be finished while there was still time left, and the teacher would project pictures of scenery or current events for the students to watch, so as to use up the extra time.便It happened to be during the Russo-Japanese War at the time, so pictures related to the war were naturally rather numerous, and in that lecture hall I often had to join, out of politeness, in my classmates' clapping and cheering.Once, I suddenly came upon, in one of the pictures, many Chinese I had not seen in a long time — one bound in the middle, many others standing to the left and right, all equally sturdy in build, yet all wearing the same numb expression.便According to the commentary, the one bound had served as a military spy for Russia and was about to have his head cut off by the Japanese army as a public example, while those standing around were people who had come to enjoy the spectacle of this public execution.

因为这些幼稚的知识,后来便使我的学籍列在日本一个鄕间的医学专门学校里了。我的梦很美满,预备卒业回来,救治像我父亲似的被误的病人的疾苦,战争时候便去当军医,一面又促进了国人对于维新的信仰。我已不知道教授微生物学的方法,现在又有了怎样的进步了,总之那时是用了电影,来显示微生物的形状的,因此有时讲义的一段落已完,而时间还没有到,教师便映些风景或时事的画片给学生看,以用去这多余的光阴。其时正当日、俄战争的时候,关于战事的画片自然也就比较的多了,我在这一个讲堂中,便须常常随喜我那同学们的拍手和喝采。有一回,我竟在画片上忽然会见我久违的许多中国人了,一个绑在中间,许多站在左右,一样是强壮的体格,而显出麻木的神情。据解说,则绑着的是替俄国做了军事上的侦探,正要被日军砍下头颅来示众,而围着的便是来赏鉴这示众的盛举的人们。

便使Before that school year was over, I had already left for Tokyo, because from that time on I felt that medicine was not, after all, a matter of first importance: for a people who were ignorant and weak, no matter how sound and sturdy their physique might be, they could only serve as material for pointless public spectacles or as spectators of them, and it did not much matter how many of them died of disease.So our first task was to change their spirit, and since I believed at the time that literature and art were naturally the best means of changing the spirit, I resolved to promote a literary movement.Among the Chinese students in Tokyo there were plenty studying law, government, science, even police work and industry, but no one studied literature or fine art;yet even in that indifferent atmosphere, I was fortunate enough to find a few like-minded comrades, and besides them gathered a few other necessary people; after discussion, the first step, naturally, was to put out a magazine, whose title carried the sense of 'new life,' but since we were at the time somewhat inclined toward the archaic, we simply called it Xin Sheng (New Life).

这一学年没有完毕,我已经到了东京了,因为从那一回以后,我便觉得医学并非一件紧要事,凡是愚弱的国民,即使体格如何健全,如何茁壮,也只能做毫无意义的示众的材料和看客,病死多少是不必以为不幸的。所以我们的第一要著,是在改变他们的精神,而善于改变精神的是,我那时以为当然要推文艺,于是想提倡文艺运动了。在东京的留学生很有学法政理化以至警察工业的,但没有人治文学和美术;可是在冷淡的空气中,也幸而寻到几个同志了,此外又邀集了必须的几个人,商量之后,第一步当然是出杂志,名目是取『新的生命』的意思,因为我们那时大抵带些复古的倾向,所以只谓之新生。

The publication date of New Life was drawing near, but first several of those responsible for writing quietly withdrew, and then the funds ran off too, so that in the end only three penniless men were left.Since the venture had been ill-timed from its very founding, its failure was naturally beyond complaint, and afterward even these three men were each driven off by their separate fates, no longer able to gather together to talk freely of fine dreams for the future — and this was the end of our New Life, which never even came into being.

新生的出版之期接近了,但最先就隐去了若干担当文字的人,接着又逃走了资本,结果只剩下不名一钱的三个人。创始时候既已背时,失败时候当然无可吿语,而其后却连这三个人也都为各自的运命所驱策,不能在一处纵谈将来的好梦了,这就是我们的并未产生的新生的结局。

It was after this that I came to feel a boredom I had never before experienced.At first I did not understand the reason for it;but later I thought: when a man puts forward his views, if he meets with approval, that spurs him onward; if he meets with opposition, that spurs him to struggle harder; but when he cries out among living men and the living men give no response at all — neither approval nor opposition — it is as if he stood alone in a boundless wasteland, with nowhere to set his hand. What sorrow that is! And so I came to call what I felt loneliness.

我感到未尝经验的无聊,是自此以后的事。我当初是不知其所以然的;后来想,凡有一人的主张,得了赞和,是促其前进的,得了反对,是促其奋鬭的,独有叫喊的生人中,而生人并无反应,既非赞同,也无反对,如置身毫无边际的荒原,无可措手的了,这是怎样的悲哀呵,我于是以我所感到者为寂寞。

This loneliness grew larger day by day, coiling round my soul like a great venomous snake.

这寂寞又一天一天的长大起来,如大毒蛇,缠住了我的灵魂了。

使And yet, though I bore this groundless sorrow of my own, I felt no resentment, for this experience made me reflect and see myself clearly: that I was by no means a hero of the sort who raises an arm and calls, and a crowd gathers in response.

然而我虽然自有无端的悲哀,却也并不愤懑,因为这经验使我反省,看见自己了:就是我决不是一个振臂一呼应者云集的英雄。

Only, my own loneliness was something I could not help but drive away, for it was too painful for me.使使使So I used all manner of methods to numb my own soul, to sink myself among the common people, to send myself back into ancient times. Later I also went through, or witnessed, a few things even more lonely and more sorrowful, all of which I have no wish to recall, content to let them vanish into the earth together with my brain; but my method of numbing myself seemed indeed to have taken effect, and I no longer felt the fervor and passion of my youth.

只是我自己的寂寞是不可不驱除的,因为这于我太痛苦。我于是用了种种法,来麻醉自己的灵魂,使我沈入于国民中,使我回到古代去,后来也亲历或旁观过几样更寂寞、更悲哀的事,都为我所不愿追怀,甘心使他们和我的脑一同消灭在泥土里的,但我的麻醉法却也似乎已经奏了功,再没有靑年时候的慷慨激昂的意思了。

In the S Hostel there were three rooms, of which it was said that long ago a woman had hanged herself on the scholar tree in the courtyard; now the tree had grown too tall to climb, and these rooms still stood unoccupied;便for many years I lodged in these rooms, copying out ancient inscriptions.Few visitors came to see me there, and among the ancient inscriptions I encountered no questions or doctrines either, yet my life was thereby quietly slipping away — and this was in fact my sole wish.便On summer nights, when the mosquitoes grew thick, I would sit beneath the scholar tree fanning myself with a cattail-leaf fan, watching the bits of blue sky through the gaps in the dense leaves, while the tree's inchworms, coming out late in the evening, would often drop cold onto the back of my neck.

S会馆里有三间屋,相传是往昔曾在院子里的槐树上缢死过一个女人的,现在槐树已经高不可攀了,而这屋还没有人住;许多年,我便寓在这屋里钞古碑。客中少有人来,古碑中也遇不到什么问题和主义,而我的生命却居然暗暗的消去了,这也就是我惟一的愿望。夏夜,蚊子多了,便摇着蒲扇坐在槐树下,从密叶缝里看那一点一点的靑天,晚出的槐蚕又每每冰冷的落在头颈上。

The one who occasionally came to talk with me in those days was an old friend, Jin Xinyi, who would set his large briefcase down on the shabby table, take off his long gown, and sit down across from me, his heart it seemed still pounding from his fear of the dog.

那时偶或来谈的是一个老朋友金心异,将手提的大皮夹放在破桌上,脱下长衫,对面坐下了,因为怕狗,似乎心房还在怦怦的跳动。

?』'What use is there in copying all this out?' One night, leafing through my transcriptions of the ancient inscriptions, he put this question to me, as if in inquiry.

『你钞了这些有什么用?』有一夜,他翻着我那古碑的钞本,发了硏究的质问了。

。』'No use at all.'

『没有什么用。』

?』'Then what is your purpose in copying it?'

『那么,你钞他是什么意思呢?』

。』'No purpose at all.'

『没有什么意思。』

……』'I think you might write something...'

『我想,你可以做点文章……』

彿I understood what he meant. They were then running New Youth, but at that time it seemed no one came forward either to support or to oppose it, and I thought they must be feeling lonely too. But I said:

我懂得他的意思了,他们正办新靑年,然而那时彷佛不特没有人来赞同,并且也还没有人来反对,我想,他们许是感到寂寞了,但是说:

'Imagine an iron house without a single window, utterly indestructible, with many people inside fast asleep, who will soon suffocate to death. But since they will pass from slumber straight into extinction, they will not feel the sorrow of impending death.使?』Now if you were to cry out loudly and rouse a few of the lighter sleepers, causing these unfortunate few to suffer the agony of a death that cannot be averted, would you say you had done right by them?'

『假如一间铁屋子,是绝无窗户而万难破毁的,里面有许多熟睡的人们,不久都要闷死了,然而是从昏睡入死灭,并不感到就死的悲哀。现在你大嚷起来,惊起了较为淸醒的几个人,使这不幸的少数者来受无可挽救的临终的苦楚,你倒以为对得起他们么?』

。』'And yet, if a few were roused, you cannot say there is no hope at all of destroying the iron house.'

『然而几个人既然起来,你不能说决没有毁坏这铁屋的希望。』

便True — though I had my own convictions, when it came to hope, I could not deny it altogether, for hope lies in the future, and I could never use my own proof of certain impossibility to overrule his claim that it might be possible. And so in the end I agreed to write something for him too, and this was the first piece, A Madman's Diary.便From then on there was no stopping — I kept writing pieces that took the shape of fiction, to satisfy my friends' requests, and over time they accumulated to more than ten.

是的,我虽然自有我的确信,然而说到希望,却是不能抹杀的,因为希望是在于将来,决不能以我之必无的证明,来折服了他之所谓可有,于是我终于答应他也做文章了,这便是最初的一篇狂人日记。从此以后,便一发而不可收,每写些小说模样的文章,以敷衍朋友们的嘱托,积久就有了十余篇。

使As for myself, I had thought that I was by now no longer a man driven by such urgency that he could not help but speak; yet perhaps I still had not been able to forget the sorrow of my own loneliness in those days, and so at times I still could not help but raise a few cries of outcry, if only to comfort the brave fighters galloping on in loneliness, so that they need not fear to advance in the vanguard.As for whether my cries were valiant or sorrowful, hateful or laughable, that was not something I had the leisure to consider;but since these were meant as outcries, I naturally had to follow the commander's orders, and so I often did not scruple to bend my brush — adding, out of nothing, a wreath of flowers to Yu'er's grave in Medicine, and, in Tomorrow, not relating how Fourth Sister Shan failed even to dream of seeing her son — because the commander-in-chief of that time did not approve of pessimism; and for my own part, I was also unwilling to pass on the loneliness I took to be my own suffering to young people who, like myself in my youthful days, were still dreaming fine dreams.

在我自己,本以为现在是已经并非一个切迫而不能已于言的人了,但或者也还未能忘怀于当日自己的寂寞的悲哀罢,所以有时候仍不免呐喊几声,聊以慰藉那在寂寞里奔驰的猛士,使他不惮于前驱。至于我的喊声是勇猛或是悲哀,是可憎或是可笑,那倒是不暇顾及的;但既然是呐喊,则当然须听将令的了,所以我往往不恤用了曲笔,在药的瑜儿的坟上平空添上一个花环,在明天里也不敍单四嫂子竟没有做到看见儿子的梦,因为那时的主将是不主张消极的,至于自己,却也并不愿将自以为苦的寂寞,再来传染给也如我那年靑时候似的正做着好梦的靑年。

使So it may be imagined how great the distance is between my stories and true art; and yet that they should even today still bear the name of fiction, and moreover have the chance to be gathered into a collection, is, in any case, something I cannot but call a stroke of good fortune — though this good fortune makes me uneasy at heart, still, to imagine that there may yet, for the time being, be readers in this world is after all a source of pleasure to me.

这样说来,我的小说和艺术的距离之远,也就可想而知了,然而到今日还能蒙着小说的名,甚而至于且有成集的机会,无论如何总不能不说是一件徼幸的事,但徼幸虽使我不安于心,而悬揣人间暂时还有读者,则究竟也仍然是高兴的。

便And so I have gone ahead and gathered my short stories into a collection and sent it to press, and for the reasons stated above, I have called it Outcry.

所以我竟将我的短篇小说结集起来,而且付印了,又因为上面所说的缘由,便称之为呐喊。

December 3, 1922. Recorded by Lu Xun, in Beijing.

一九二二年十二月三日,鲁迅记于北京。

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What it’s about

The preface is Lu Xun's own account of how he came to write fiction at all, and it is the closest thing he left to an autobiography of his twenties. He describes the years he spent running between the pawnshop counter and the herbalist to buy his dying father the prescriptions a famous doctor kept inventing — aloe root dug in winter, a pair of crickets that had to come from the same nest — then the naval academy and the mining school he went to because they charged no fees, and finally the medical school in Sendai. There he was shown a lantern slide of a Chinese man about to be executed as a spy while a crowd of his countrymen watched with the blank interest of spectators, and decided that what needed treating was a people's spirit rather than its body.

The second half is about failure and what came after it: the literary magazine 新生 that collapsed before its first issue appeared, and the years he then spent alone in a Beijing hostel copying inscriptions off old stone rubbings to make the time pass. His friend 金心異 comes to ask him to write for 新青年, and Lu Xun answers with the image the collection is named after — an iron house with no windows, full of people sleeping soundly toward suffocation. Waking the few light sleepers only makes them suffer the dying; but since nobody can prove there is no hope of breaking out, he agrees to write. The shouting of the title is meant to hearten the fighters he imagined galloping on ahead of him in the dark.

When it was written 背景

Lu Xun dated the preface 3 December 1922, after all fourteen stories were finished, and it ran in the 晨報副刊 (Morning Post Supplement) shortly before 新潮社 published 吶喊 in Beijing in August 1923. It is not fiction, and it reads unlike everything after it: measured, first-person, essayistic, with long sentences and a good many period nouns — schools, journals, examinations, medicines — that a learner will have to look up. Most readers come back to it after two or three of the stories rather than starting with it, because the iron house and the lantern slide mean more once you have seen what he does with them.

Words in this chapter 生词