春潮 Spring Tide

滿On the afternoon of a day in mid-March, mild and beautiful sunlight, like the smile of a lover, spilled all over a quiet, secluded village; in front of this village flowed the clear, blue-green waters of the Qiantang River, and behind it countless green hills stood arrayed, crisscrossing against the deep blue sky.A handful of farmhouses with thatched eaves and mud walls, flanking a road as thin as a strand of hair, were scattered here and there along the hillside and the water's edge.Around each farmhouse, front and back, lay a few bows'-width of open ground, planted with assorted trees—mulberry and the like—and on the ground the low tree-shadows lying athwart it were two or three feet long.It was already about three in the afternoon; a few cock-crows broke the still air and carried down to the edge of the river.One farmhouse stood against the high bank by the river.穿From the front of this farmhouse, a winding path threading through the flower beds led to a stepped slope going down to the water's edge.The steps of this slope were not built of paved stone, but merely cut out of the muddy, sandy bank with an iron rake.便Descending the eleven or twelve steps of this earthen path brought one to the sandy beach right at the water's edge.On the beach lay many scattered stones and mussel shells, mixed in among the yellow sand and the green driftwood.The fine ripples and surging tides, day and night, had washed the sand, stones, and shells at the water's edge clean and lovely, each one there reflecting back a spectrum of seven colors.

三月中旬一天的午后,和丽的阳光,同爱人的微笑似的,洒满在一处静僻的乡村里,这乡村的前面,流著清沧的钱塘江水,后面有无数的青山,纵横错落的排列在蓝苍的天空里。三五家茅簷泥壁的农家,夹了一条如发的官道,散点在山腰水畔。农家的前后四周,各有几弓空地围著,空地里的杂树,系桑柘之类,地上横著的矮小的树影,有二三尺长。大约已经是午后三点钟了,几声鸡叫的声音,破了静寂的空气,传到江水的边上来。一家农家,靠著江边的高岸。从这农家的门前,穿过一条在花坛里躺著的曲径,就是走下江水边上去的一条有阶段的斜路。这斜路的阶段,并非用石子砌成,不过在泥沙的高岸中,用了铁耙开辟出来的。走下了这泥路的十一二级的阶段,便是贴水的沙滩。沙滩上有许多乱石蚌壳,夹在黄沙青木的中间。日夕的细浪狂潮,把水边的沙石蚌壳,洗涤得明净可爱,一个个在那里返射七色的分光。

Among the scattered stones on this beach trailed two small shadows—two children of seven or eight, there knocking and grinding round pebbles.When the cock-crows carried down to the riverside, one of the children crouching near the water raised his head and glanced up at the high bank; on his small head he wore his hair in a luohan-ring cut.使Beneath his brow were two eyes, extraordinarily large, and the dark, crystalline gleam that shone out of those two big eyes was enough to make us grown-ups bow our heads in shame, for these two eyes of his knew nothing of what society was like, nothing of the entanglements between people, nothing of the sins of this world.A lion's nose sat squarely between his ruddy, dark-tanned cheeks.The curve of his lips, upturned above and tilted below, added yet another layer of charm to his looks, and a row of fine, close-set teeth showed faintly between them.穿What he wore was a jacket of blue-flowered cotton cloth.Seen from a distance, there was no telling him apart from the girl crouching beside him;穿the blue-flowered jackets they wore, and the length of their frames, were all the same; but seen from the front, the luohan-ring hairstyle differed from her double-tuft one, his ruddy dark complexion differed from her fine pale skin, and his flat, round face differed from her oblong features.Though she too had two large, dark, crystalline eyes, the face of hers, so often smiling, was very different from his fierce, imposing look.She had been born a month before him, yet she always called him "Third Brother." He turned his head to look up at the high bank and saw a handsome rooster standing motionless in the shadow of a mulberry tree, and he called out to her:

在这沙滩的乱石中间,拖著两个小小的影儿,有两个七八岁的小孩,在那里敲磨圆石子。几声鸡叫的声音,传到江水边上的时候,一个蹲近水边的小孩子,仰起头来向高岸上看了一眼,他的小小的头上养著一个罗汉圈。额下的两只眼睛,大得非常,从这两只大眼睛里放出来的黑晶晶的眼光,足可使我们大人惭愧俯首,因为他的这两只眼睛,并不知道社会是怎么的,人与人的纠葛是怎么的,人间的罪恶是怎么的。一个狮子鼻,横在他的红黑的两颊中间。上翻下跷的两条嘴唇的曲线,又添了他一层可爱的样子,一排细密的牙齿,微微的露现在嘴唇中间。他穿的是一件青花布衫。从远处看去他和他旁边蹲著的那女孩子,并无分别;身上穿的青花布衫,身材的长短,全是一样的,但是从他们的前面看来,罗汉圈和丫角不同,红黑的脸色和细白的肉色不同,他的扁圆的面形同她的长方的相貌不同。她虽则也有黑晶晶的两只大眼睛,但她那一副常在微笑的脸色却和他那威猛的面貌大有不同的地方。她比他早生一个月,但是她总叫他“三哥”的,他回头向高岸上一看,看见一只美丽的雄鸡,呆呆的立在桑树的阴影里,他就叫她说:

"Qiuying!That rooster of yours is standing over there.!”Auntie said it's to be given to me—is that true?"

“秋英!你们的那只雄鸡立在那里。嫚母说,这是给我的,真的么!”

!”"It's not to be given to you. We have six hens at home, and we need it for the eggs!"

“不给你的,我们家里有六只鸡娘,要它生蛋哩!”

"Don't be so stingy. A rooster can't lay eggs anyway—what use is it?。”Better to give it to me—come the end of the year I can kill it and have it with rice."

“你别太小气了,雄鸡又不会生蛋的,要它做什么?不如给了我的好,年底下就好杀倒米吃。”

?”"All you think about is eating. Without this rooster, how are the hens supposed to lay eggs?"

“你只想吃的,没有这雄鸡,鸡娘怎么生蛋呢?”

"How can you be so stingy? Fine, if you won't give it to me, so be it;then we won't sell you our grain either.。”Give me back the round pebbles—I don't want you grinding them anymore."

“你怎么会这样的小气,不肯给我就罢了;我们的谷也不粜给你们了。你把圆石子还我,不要你磨了。”

……"Here you are—……here you are—……”here you are—"

“给你……给你……给你……”

"No, no.!”Hurry up and give me back the pebbles!"

“不要不要。你快把圆石子还我!”

“…………”". . . . . . . . . ."

After he had snatched away the round pebbles that Qiuying had been grinding for him, Qiuying flung herself against his small arm and began to cry.He said not a word, but stood there dumbly and put his arms around her.Qiuying's sobs, one after another, and the little tremors of her body that rose with each sob, seemed all to travel straight into his own heart.With two tears hanging from his eyes he stood there blankly for a moment; seeing that Qiuying's anger had passed,便he said to her gently and softly:

他把秋英手里在那里替他磨的圆石子夺了去之后,秋英就伏在他那小小的手臂上哭了起来。他一声也不响,呆呆的把秋英的身体抱住了。秋英的一声一声的悲泣,与悲泣同时起来的一次一次的身体的微颤,都好像是传到他自家的心里去了的样子。他吊了两颗眼泪呆呆的立了一忽,看看秋英的气也过了;便柔柔和和的对她说:

。”"You can have all these round pebbles."

“这几颗圆石子都给了你吧。”

便As he said this, his small, stubby round hand closed around a handful of pebbles and held them out to Qiuying.Qiuying was still crying without pause; wiping her eyes with her right hand, she reached out her left hand to take the pebbles he was giving her.Since Qiuying's small hand could not hold so many pebbles all at once, he used both his hands to help her.Qiuying wiped her tears dry, glanced at his two cupped hands, and burst into a smile at him.西The sun slanted away to the west.The color of the sky deepened another shade, turning into a kind of violet-blue.The clear, blue-green waters of the Qiantang, reflecting the sunlight and the sky, rippled up in little deep-red waves, as though laughing there at the two of them.

一边这样的说,一边他那粗圆的小手,便捏了一把圆石子递给秋英。秋英还是哭得不已,用了右手揩著眼泪,伸了左手去接他交来的圆石子去。他因为秋英那只小手一时拿不起许多圆石子,所以就用了两手去帮她。秋英揩干了眼泪,向他的捧住的两手看了一眼,就对他笑了起来。太阳斜到西面去了。天空的颜色,又深了一层,变成了一种紫蓝色。清沧的钱塘江水,反映著阳光和天宇,起起深红的微波来,好像在那里笑他们两个似的。

Qiuying's father had originally been a scholar.When Qiuying was three years old, he caught a sudden illness and died.While her father had been alive, Qiuying's family had lived in the county town, renting out the many shop-houses inherited from their ancestors; the monthly rents were quite enough to cover the expenses of a middling household, so the income of Qiuying's family was often envied by the poor people of the county town.After her father died, her mother, unable to bear leaving Qiuying's grandmother alone and cold, took Qiuying and moved out to this poor, secluded village ten li from the county town.Qiuying had no brothers, so her mother loved her dearly.Besides herself and her mother, there was in her household a loyal old servant, who had served since her grandfather's time and was this year already sixty-one.When Qiuying and her mother moved out to the countryside, her grandmother was still quite hale and hearty; but last winter a cold turned into a serious illness, and the grandmother too passed away.滿Though Qiuying was said to be eight, she was actually not yet a full seven, for she had been born on the second of June.便Her home was that very farmhouse on the high bank by the river.Its gate faced the Qiantang River, and the view was very fine.滿Her mother loved growing flowers above all, so bamboo fences were woven all around the front and back of their house, planted full with flowers of green and red.Her family had originally lived in modest comfort, and since moving to the countryside they found their income now outweighed their expenses even more, so her family had put by a fair little savings.

秋英的父亲,本是一个读书人。当秋英三岁的时候,他染了急病死了。她的父亲在日,秋英的一家原是住在县城里的,在祖遗的许多市房出租,每月的租钱,足足可以支援一家中流人家的费用,所以秋英家里的收入,常被县城里的贫民所欣羡。他父亲死了之后,他的母亲因为秋英的外祖母孤冷不过,所以就带了秋英迁住到这离县十里的穷僻的乡村里来。秋英并无兄弟,所以她母亲非常疼爱她。她家里除了她和她母亲之外,还有一个忠心的老仆,是她祖父时候的佣人,今年已经六十一岁了。秋英和她的母亲,搬到这乡下来的时候,她的外祖母还强健得很,去年的冬天,外祖母由伤风得了重症,竟也死去了。秋英虽则说是八岁,其实还未满七岁,因为她是六月二日生的。她的家便是江边高岸上的那一家农家。门朝著钱塘江,风景好得很。她的母亲最爱种花,所以她们的屋前屋后都编著竹篱,满种了些青红的花。她家里本来是小康度日的,自从搬到乡下来之后,更加觉得收入多开支少了,所以她家里颇有一点积蓄。

The boy who played with Qiuying by the river was the third son of Chen Guoliang, who lived at the foot of the hill.————The Chen family and Qiuying's grandmother's family were kin, so Shili—that was the boy's name—and Qiuying could be counted as distant cousins.It was the custom in the countryside to like claiming kinship with well-off families, and Chen Guoliang could not free himself of this habit either, so he was forever going over to Qiuying's house, talking on and on about her grandmother.Shili's eldest and second brothers both worked the land, and Shili alone showed some cleverness; so when Shili was three, Guoliang made a special trip into the county town to ask Qiuying's father to give the boy an elegant name, and thus he was named Shili.This was a month before Qiuying's father died.

和秋英在江边游玩的那男孩,是山脚下陈国梁的三儿。陈家和秋英的外祖母家是一家人,所以诗礼——这就是那男孩的名字——和秋英也可算是远房的表姊弟。乡间的习俗每喜欢向富裕人家攀亲,陈国梁也不能脱离这种习气,所以老上秋英家里去说她外祖母长外祖母短的。诗礼的长兄二兄都是务农的,只有诗礼有些聪明的地方,因此诗礼三岁的时候,国梁特进县城去,请秋英的父亲替他起了一个风雅的名字,名叫诗礼。这是秋英的父亲死的前一个月。

Shili and Qiuying were, moreover, of the same age, and cousins besides.So on fine days the two of them were forever playing together on the sandy beach by the river, on the grassy ground of the high bank, or in the garden;and on rainy days Shili would always run over to Qiuying's house, and the two of them would play at keeping shop, drawing Buddhas, and putting on plays.Qiuying's own cousins had all already grown up, so instead it was with Shili that Qiuying was close and affectionate, while she was seldom together with her own real cousins.

诗礼和秋英又是同年,又是表姊弟。所以天晴的时候,他们两人老在江边沙滩上,高岸的草地上,或花园里游玩;天雨的时候,诗礼每跑到秋英的家里来,和秋英两个开店,画菩萨,做戏的。秋英的亲的表弟兄,都已长大,是以秋英反和诗礼相亲相爱,和自家的亲的表弟兄,却不时常在一处。

Because Qiuying had no playmate, her mother too was always very pleased whenever Shili came over to their house to play.Whenever there were cakes, Qiuying's mother would always divide them equally between the two, and they would sit on the little chairs in the corner of the room and eat their shares quietly, without a word.Once Qiuying got six sponge cakes from her mother, but since Shili had not come, Qiuying was unwilling to eat them alone.She wrapped them up carefully in paper and hid them away.Later, when Shili came, Qiuying took out the cakes, and the two of them carried them under the flowers to offer to the Buddha; once the offering was made, they divided them up to eat—but before Qiuying had finished even one, Shili had already eaten three, and when Qiuying gave him one more of what was left, he would not eat it after all, but flushed red and ran off home.

秋英的母亲,因为秋英没有同伴,所以诗礼上她们家里去玩的时候,也非常喜欢。有糕饼的时候,秋英的母亲每平分给他们,由他们两个坐在屋角的小椅上不声不响的分食。有一次秋英从她母亲处得了六个蛋糕,因为诗礼不来,所以秋英也不愿一个人吃。用了纸包好,藏在那里。后来诗礼来了,秋英把蛋糕拿了出来与诗礼两个拿到花底下去请菩萨,请了菩萨就分来吃,秋英还没有吃完一个的时候,诗礼却早把三个都吃完了,秋英把剩下的又分一个给他,他却不再吃了,红了脸就跑回家去。

The ripe fullness of spring light, carrying a deep, drowsy warmth, spilled out over the green rippling shadows of the Qiantang River; on both banks the twigs of the mingled trees, and the muddy sandy ground beneath them, were all draped in a coat of tender green down, from which a fresh fragrance steamed up.The afternoon sunlight of early April, like a sudden gale or thunderstorm, spread itself over the air of the villages along the Qiantang's banks.In the clear, translucent air the distant humming of bees drifted, exactly like the singing of a loving mother luring one to sleep; this was just the hour when village folk and old countrymen wanted to stretch their backs and steal a little idleness, and it was also the hour when young men and women would give their lives for love.

烂熟的春光,带著了沉酣的和热,流露在钱塘江的绿波影里,江上两岸的杂树枝头,树下的泥沙地面,都罩著一层嫩绿的绒衣,有一种清新的香味蒸吐出来。四月初的午后的阳光,同疾风雷雨一般,洒遍在钱塘江岸村落的空中。澄明的空气里波动著的远远的蜂声,绝似诱人入睡的慈母的歌唱,这正是村人野老欲伸腰偷懒的时候,这也是青年男女为情舍命的时候。

After eating lunch, seeing that his elder brothers had all gone off to work in the fields, Shili ran off alone to Qiuying's house.In this misty, dreamlike scene of high spring, today, for some reason Shili himself did not know, there was a faint trace of hidden worry between his small brows.All along the way, looking at the green twigs and leaves atop the trees, listening to the birdsong near and far, his small heart still could not, after all, open up and feel as light as usual.When he reached Qiuying's house, he saw Qiuying just then watering the flowering plants in the garden in front of the courtyard.After helping Qiuying water the flowers for a while, Shili called her to come out with him up the hill behind the house to pick red berries.穿Winding along a path beneath the green shade, when they reached a rock partway up the hillside, Shili turned his head and saw, in the middle of the spring water clear as a length of white silk, the reflection of a white sail like a seagull; he gazed at it blankly for a moment, then called out to Qiuying:

吃了午饭,看看他的哥哥们都上田里去耕作去了,诗礼就一个人跑上秋英家来。在这似烟似梦的阳春景里,今日诗礼不晓为了什么缘因,他的小小的眉间带著几分隐忧。一路上看看树头的青枝绿叶,听听远近的小鸟歌声,他的小小的胸怀,终觉得不能同平日一样的开畅起来。走到了秋英的家里,他看见秋英正在那里灌庭前园里的草花。帮秋英灌了一忽花,诗礼就叫秋英出来上后面山上去采红果儿去。从绿荫的底下穿绕了一条曲径,走到山腹的一块岩石边上的时候,诗礼回转头来,看见澄清如练的一条春水中间,映著一张同海鸥似的白色的风帆,呆看了一刻,他就叫秋英说:

。”"Look at that sail—before long I too am going to ride a boat that big to Hangzhou."

“你看那张风帆,我不久也要乘了那么大的船上杭州去。”

"Hangzhou??”Are you going alone?"

“杭州?你一个人去么?”

"Papa's going with me. He says I'm no use at home.。”He's going to send me to Hangzhou to learn the trade at a paper shop."

“爸爸同我去的,他说我在家里没用。要送我上杭州纸行里学生意去。”

?”"Do you want to go?"

“你喜欢去么?”

"I want to go very much, because I heard Papa say Hangzhou is much livelier than here.Last night, just as we were talking about Hangzhou, Mama suddenly began to cry, and Papa had a quarrel with her over it.:‘’。I saw Mama go alone into the room to sleep, so I followed her in too; she set down the oil lamp and suddenly held me tight in her arms, saying, 'When you go out into the world you must be good, and not disobey people.'。”Hearing her say this, I felt sad too, so I had a good cry together with her."

“我很喜欢去,因为我听爸爸说,杭州比这里热闹得多。昨天晚上,我们正在那里讲杭州的时候,妈妈忽然哭了起来,爸爸同她闹了一场。我见妈妈一个人进房去睡,所以也跟了进去,她放下了洋灯,忽然把我紧紧的抱住,说:‘你到外边去可要乖些,不要不听人的话’。我听了她的话,也觉得难过,所以就同她哭了一场。”

便Hearing this, Qiuying too felt a pang in her heart; her eyes reddened around the rims, and she gazed blankly for a while at the sail out in the middle of the river, then urged Shili to go back, saying:

秋英听了这话,也觉得有些心酸,她的眼睛,便红了一圈,呆呆的对江心的风帆看了一忽,她就催诗礼回去,说:

。”"Let's go back home—I'm afraid Mama's waiting for me there."

“我们回到家里去吧,怕妈妈在那里等我。”

Having heard Shili's words, and having seen that swift sail out on the river carrying people away into parting, Qiuying too found herself thinking of her own mother at home.

秋英听了诗礼的话,见了江心浮著的那载人离别的飞帆,就也想起她家里的母亲来了。

Time turned over silently and without a sound; the green grass on the plain grew gradually lush and thick, and the branches and leaves of the trees changed from pale fresh green into a deep, somber hue.The volume of the Qiantang's water, at the ebb of its season, kept steadily dropping.Clam and mussel shells not usually visible, and the exquisite, curious stones lying close to the riverbed, all came into view.Clear day followed clear day in succession, and the heat that came after the plum rains gradually began to build.

时间不声不响的转换了,原上的青草,渐渐儿郁茂起来,树木的枝叶也从淡淡的新绿变成了苍苍的深色。钱塘江的水量在杀信的时候,一直的减了下去。平时看不见的蛤蚌的躯壳,和贴近江底的玲珑的奇石,都显现出来。晴天一天一天的连续过去,梅雨过后的炎热,渐渐儿增加起来了。

On a morning near the end of May, Shili got out of bed at the very same moment as the sun.穿His mother carefully washed his hands and face for him, and then dressed him in a half-new long gown of bamboo cloth.While his father was there answering questions with barely suppressed anger, he seized a stolen moment of freedom and ran off to Qiuying's house.

五月将尽的一天早晨,诗礼同太阳同时起了床。他母亲用了细心替他洗了手脸,又将一件半新的竹布长衫替他穿上。他乘他父亲在那里含著了怒气问答的时候,就偷了空闲跑上秋英家里来。

Shili's home lay at the foot of the hill behind, and the walk from his house to Qiuying's took a good five or six minutes, crossing a stretch of grassland and a main road.Crossing the grassland, Shili saw a few dandelions, beaded with dew, breathing out their yellow color into the fresh morning air.穿便He gave a tug at the long gown he was not used to wearing, then bent down and dug up those dandelions, roots and all.When he reached Qiuying's house, he saw her standing there blankly by the bamboo fence, watching the morning sun on the flowers.He ran up beside her and called out; Qiuying gave a start, then said to him with a smile:

诗礼的家住在后面山脚下,从他家里走上秋英的地方,足有五六分钟的路程,要走过一处草地,一条大路。走过草地的时候,诗礼见有几棵蒲公英,含著了珠露,黄黄的在清新的早晨空气里吐气。他把穿不惯的长衫拖了一把,便伏倒去把那几棵蒲公英连根的掘了起来。走到秋英家里的时候,他见秋英呆呆的立在竹篱边上,看花上的朝阳。他跑上秋英身边去叫了一声,秋英倒惊了一跳,含著微笑对他说:

?”"You're up so early today?"

“你今天起来得这样早?”

。”"You're up early too."

?”"What's that you're holding in the fold of your gown?"

“衣兜里捧著的是什么?”

!”"Guess!"

。”"Flowers."

“花儿。”

。”"You guessed it."

便Shili then brought out the dandelions he had picked to show her—these turned out to be her favorite flowers, so Qiuying ran up close to him and eagerly said:

诗礼就把他采来的蒲公英拿出来给她看,这原来是她最喜欢的花儿,所以秋英便跑近他的身来抢著说:

。”"Let's go plant them in the garden."

“我们去种它在园里吧。”

After the two of them had planted the flowers, Shili took a few more round, smooth, glossy pebbles out of his pocket and said to her:

两人把花种好之后,诗礼又从他的袋里拿出了几颗圆洁滑润的石子来给她说:

。”"I'm going to Hangzhou, and I won't have any use for these pebbles anymore—you keep them to play with."

“我要上杭州去,用不著这些圆石子了,你拿著玩吧。”

Qiuying gazed blankly at him for a moment and said:

秋英对他呆看了一眼说:

“When are you going to Hangzhou??”Once you’re gone, what use will I have for these round pebbles, and who will I wager with to see who wins?”

“你几时上杭州去?你去了,我要圆石子做什么,和谁去赌输赢呢?”

Shili flung the round pebbles to the ground and, without another word, ran straight home.Qiuying stared blankly as his retreating figure dwindled into the distance; her eyes suddenly blurred, and when the words Shili had just spoken—“I’m going to Hangzhou”—flashed through her little mind like lightning, she felt a desolate loneliness surge like a tide and weigh upon her heart.

诗礼把圆石子向地上一丢,也不再讲话,一直的跑回家去了。秋英呆呆的看他跑回去的影子渐渐儿的小了下去,她的眼睛忽而朦胧起来,诗礼刚讲的“我要上杭州去”的那句话同电光似的闪到她那小小的脑里的时候,她只觉得一种凄凉寂寞的感觉,同潮也似的压上她的心来。

After standing there dazed for a while, she suddenly began to sob aloud.

呆呆的立了一会,她竟放大了声音,啼哭起来了。

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What it’s about

This chapter is only the opening of an unfinished piece. On the Qiantang River below a small village, two children, 秋英 and 詩禮, crouch among shells and stones, polishing round pebbles and playing a game with them. He snatches a stone from her; she cries against his arm; he silently holds her, cries too, and gives her all his pebbles until she smiles. The narration then supplies their small social world. 秋英 is not yet seven, the only child of a widowed mother from a once comfortable town household; after her father and then her grandmother die, mother and daughter live with an old servant in the flower-filled house above the river. 詩禮 is the clever third son of poorer farming relatives. His father had 秋英's scholarly father give him the aspirational name 'Poetry and Rites.' The children are distant cousins, constant companions and, in their games and shared cakes, each other's only real equal.

Spring advances while adult plans begin to separate them. On the hillside 詩禮 tells 秋英 that his father considers him useless at home and will take him to Hangzhou to apprentice in a paper shop. He says the city sounds exciting, but recounts how his mother cried, quarreled with his father and held him close; 秋英 looks at a white sail carrying travellers down the river and thinks of her own mother. Near the end of May he rises early in an unfamiliar long gown, slips away during his parents' tense preparations and digs up yellow dandelions on the path because they are 秋英's favourite. They plant the flowers together. Then he gives her his smooth stones because he will not need them in Hangzhou. She asks what use they are without him—who will play against her? He throws them down and runs home. Watching his figure shrink, she finally understands the loneliness his departure will bring and cries aloud. That is where the surviving page stops: there is no journey, reunion, grown romance or completed plot beyond 秋英 crying by the river.

When it was written 背景

春潮 belongs to Yu Dafu's 1924 fiction, but the text preserved here is a brief opening fragment of roughly 3,800 Chinese characters, not a finished short story. Its incomplete status matters more than any attempt to supply a conventional ending: the page establishes two households, a childhood bond and an imminent departure, then breaks at the first full recognition of loss. For a learner it is the easiest prose in this selection and a good place to start. The action is concrete, the children speak in short exchanges, and river, flowers, stones, family and going away recur often enough to orient a beginner. The narrator does pause for genealogical explanation and writes lush seasonal description, but there are few adult institutions or foreign phrases to track. Read it as a study for a longer story—one that makes the spring tide of growth and separation visible—while resisting summaries that pretend Yu completed what happens after 詩禮 runs home.

Words in this chapter 生词