3 4 / Love Must Not Be Forgotten "No, he didn't." "Then why get married?" She paused, searching for the right words to explain this mystery, then answered bitterly, "When you're young you don't always know what you're looking for, what you need, and people may talk you into getting married. As you grow older and more experienced you find out your true needs. By then, though, you've done many foolish things for which you could kick yourself. You'd give anything to be able to make a fresh start and live more wisely. Those content with their lot will always be happy, they say, bur I shall never enjoy that happiness." She added self-mockingly, "A wretched idealist, that's all I am." Did I take after her? Did we both have.genes which attracted ill winds? "Why don't you marry again?" "I'm afraid I'm still not sure what I really wht." She was obviously unwilling to tell me the truth. I cannot remember my father. He and Mother split up when I was very small. I just recall her telling me sheepishly that he was a fine handsome fellow. I could see she was ashamed of having judged by appearances and made a futile choice. She told me, "When I can't sleep-at nlght, I force myself to sober up by recalling all those stupid blunders I made. Of course it's so distasteful that I often hide my face in the sheet for shame, as if there were eyes watching me in the dark. But distasteful asit is, L take some pleasure in this form of atonement." I was really somy that she ha&% remarried. She was such a fascinating character, if she'd married a man she loved, what a happy household ours would surely have been. Though not beautiful, she had the simple charm of ~II ink landscape. She was a fine write~ too. Another author who knew her well used to say teasingly, "Just reading yourworks is enough to make anyone love you!" She would retort, "If he knew that the object of his affection was a white-haired old crone, that wdd frighten him away." At her age, she must have known what she really wanted, SQI Love Must Not Be Forgotten / 5 this was obviously an evasion. I say this because she had quirks which puzzled me. For instance, whenever she left Beijing on a trip, she always took with her one of the twenty-seven volumes of Chekov's stories published between 1950 and She also warned me, "Don't touch these books. If you want to read Chekov, read that set I boughtyou." There was no need to caution me. Having a set of my own why should I touch hers? Besides, she'd told me this over and over again. Still she was on her guard. She seemed bewitched by those books. So we had two sets of Chekov's stories at home. Not just because we loved Chekov, but to parry other people like me who loved Chekov. Whenever anyone asked to borrow a volume, she would lend one of mine. Once, in her absence, a close friend took a volume from her set. When she found out she was frantic, and at once took a volume of mine to exchange for it. Ever since I can remember, those books were on her bookcase. Although I admire Chekov as a great writer, I was puzzled by the way she never tired of reading him. Why, for over twenty years, had she had to read him every single day? Sometimes, when tired of writing, she poured herself a cup of strong tea and sat down in front of the bookcase, staring raptly at that set of books. If I went into her room then it flustered her, and she either spilt her tea or blushed like a girl discovered with her lover. I wondered: Has she fallen in love with Chekov? She might have if he'd still been alive. When her mind was wandering just beforeher death, her last words to me were: "That set..." She hadnlt the strength to give it its complete title. But I knew what,she meant. "And my diary... 'love Must Not Be Forgotten:"... Cremate them with me." I carried out her last instruction. regarding the w~rks of ' Chekov, but couldn't bring myselt to, destroy her diary. I: thought, if it could be published,. ie would, surely proves the1 most moving thing she had writren.butnatually publication. wacbau&dbquestion.
4 6 / Love Must Not Be Forgotten At first I imagined the entries were raw material she had jotted down. They read neither like stories, essays, a diary or letters. But after reading the whole 1 formed a hazy impression, helped out by my imperfect memory. Thinking it over, 1 finally realized that this was no lifeless manuscript I was.\ holding, but an anguished, loving heart. For over twenty years one man had occupied her heart, but he was not for her. She I used these diaries as a substitute for him, a means of pouring out her feelugs to him, day after day, year afteryear. No wonder she had never considered any eligible proposals, had turned a deaf ear to idle talk whether well-meant or malicious. Her heart was already full, to the exclusion of anybody else. "No lake can compare with the ocean, no cloud with those on Mount Wu." Remembering those lines I often reflected sadly that few people in real life could love like this. No one would love me like this. I learned that toward the end of the thirties, when this man was doing underground work for the Party in Shanghai, an old worker had given his life to cover him, leaving behind a helpless wife and daughter. Out of a sense of duty, of gratitude to the dead and deep class feeling, he had unhesitatingly married the daughter. When he saw the endless troubles of couples who had married for "love," he may have thought, "Thank Heaven, though I didn't marry for love, we get on well, able to help each other." For years, as man and wife they lived through hard times. He must have been my mother's colleague. Had I ever met him? He couldn't have visited our home. Who was he? In the spring of 1962, Mother took me to a concert. We went on foot, the theater being quite near. On the way a black limousine pulled up silently by the pavement. Out stepped an elderly man with white hair in a black serge tunic-suit. What a striking shock of white hair!smct, scrupulous, distinguished, transparently honest-that was my impression of him. The cold glint of his flashing eyes reminded me of hghtning or swordplay. Only ardent lwe for a woman really desenring his love could!il cold eyes like those with tenderness. I Love Must Not Be Forgotten / 7 He walked up to Mother and said, "How are you, Comrade Zhong Yu? It's been a long time." "How are you!" Mother's hand holding mine suddenly turned icy cold and trembled a little. They stood face to face without looking at each other, each appearing upset, even stern. Mother fixed her eyes on the trees by the roadside, not yet in leaf. He looked at me. "Such a big girl already. Good, fine-you take after your mother." Instead of shaking hands with Mother he shook hands with me. His hand was as icy as hers and trembling a little.& if transmitting an electric current, I felt a sudden shock. Snatching my hand away I cried, "There's nothing good about that!" "Why not?" he asked with the surprised expression grownups always have when children speak out frankly. I glanced at Mother's face. I did take after her, to my disappointment. "Because she's not beautiful!" He laughed, then saib teasingly, "Too bad that there should be a child who doesn't find her own mother beautiful. Do you remember in '53, when your mother was transferred to Beijin& she came to our ministry to report for duty? She left you outside on the veranda, but like a monkey you climbed all the stairs, peeped through the cracks in doors, and caught your finger in the door of my office. You sobbed so bitterly that I carried you off to find her.".v "I don't remember that." I was annoyed at his harking back to a time when I was still in open-seat pants. "Ah, we old people have better memories." He turned abruptly and remarked to Mother, "I've read that last story of yours. Frankly speaking, there's some- not quite right about it. You shouldn't have condemned the heroine.... There's nothing wrong with falling in love, as long as you don't spoil someone else's life.... In fact, the hero might have loved her too. Only for the sake of a third person's happiness, they had to renounce their love...." A policeman came over to where the car was parked and ordered the driver to move-on. When the driver made some. excuse, the old man looked wound. After a hasty "Goodbye" I
5 8 / Love Must Not Be Forgotten he strode back to the car and told the policeman, "Sorry. It b not his fault, it's mine...." I found it amusing watching this old cadre listening respectfully to the policeman's strictures. When I turned to Mother with a mischievous smile, she looked as upset as a first-form primary schoolchild standing forlornly in front of the stern headmistress. Anyone would have thought she was the one being lectured by the policeman. The car drove off, leaving a puff of smoke. Very soon even this smoke vanished with the wind, as if nothing at all had happened. But the incident stuck in my mind. Analyzing it now, I realize he must have been the man whose strength of character won Mother's heart. That strength came from his firm political convictions, his narrow escapes from death in the revolution, his active brain, his drive at work, his well-cultivated mind. Besides, strange to say, he and Mother both liked the oboe. Yes, she must have worshipped him. She once told me that unless she worshipped a man, she wddn't love him even for one day. But I could not tell whether he loved her or not. If not, why was there this entry in her diary? "This is far too fine a present. But how did you know that Chekov's my favorite writer?" "You said so." "I don't remember that." "I remember. I heard you mention it when you \ were chatting with someone." So he was tlie one who had given her the Selected Stories of Chekov. For her that was tantamount to a love letter. Maybe this man, who didn't believe in love, realized by the time his hair was white that in his heart was something which could be called love. By the time he no longer had the right to love, he made the tragic discovery of this love for which he would have given his life. Or did it go deeper even than that? This is all I remember about him. How wretched Mother must have been, deprived of the man tomhom,shewasa de\roted?'tacr;mh aglimpse of his car o~thehad~d his headi-knuew,.she carelidly Love Must Not Be Forgotten / 9 figured out which roads he would take to work and back. Whenever he made a speech, she sat at the back of the hall watching his face rendered hazy by cigarette smoke and poor lighting. Her eyes would brim with tears, but she swallowed them back. If a fit of coughing made him break off, she wondered anxiously why no one persuaded him to give up smoking. She was afraid he would get bronchitis again. Why was he so nearyet so far? He, to catch a glimpse of her, looked out of the car window every day straining his eyes to watch the streams of cyclists, afraid that she might have an accident. On the rare evenings on which he had no meetings, he would walk by a roundabout way to our neighborhood, to pass our compound gate. However busy, he would always make time to look in papers and journals for her work. His duty had always been clear to him, even in the most difficult times. But now confronted by this love he became a weakling, quite helpless. At his age it was laughable. Why should life play this trick on him? Yet when they happened to meet at work, each tried to avoid.the other, hurrying off with a nod. Even so, this would make Mother blind and deaf to everything around her. If she met a colleague named Wang she would call him Guo and mutter something unintelligible. It was a cruel ordeal for her. She wrote: We agreed to forget each other. But I deceived you, I have never forgotten. I don't think you've forgotten either. We're just.deceiving each other, hiding our misery. I haven't deceived you deliberately, though; I did my best to carry out our agreement. I often stay far away from Beijing, hoping time and distance will help me ro forget you. But when I return, as the train pulls into the station, my head reels, I stand on the platform looking round intentiy; as if someone were waiting for me. Of course there is no one. I realize then that k have forgotten nothing. Everything k unchangedt h4y lme is like a tree tb roots of! which! strike tibeperpear &F ye=-e haw mo,
6 10 / Love Must Not Be Forgotten way to uproot it. At the end of every day, I feel as if I've forgotten something important. I may wake with a start from my dreams wondering what has happened...- But nothing has happened. Nothing. Then it comes home to me that you are missing! So everything seems lacking, incomplete, and there is nothing to fill up the blank. We are nearing the ends of our lives, why should we be carried away by emotion like children? Why should life submit people to such ordeals, then unfold before you your lifelong dream? Because I started off blindly I took the wrong turning, and now there are insuperable obstacles between me and my dream. Yes, Mother never let me go to the station to meet her when she came back from a trip, preferring to stkd alone on the platform and imagine that he had met her. Poor mother with her greying hair was as infatuated as a girl. Not much space in the diarywas devoted to their romance. Most entries dealt with trivia: why one of her articles had not come off; her fear that she had no real talent; the excellent play she missed by mistaking the time on the ticket; the drenching she got by going out for a stroll without her umbrella. In spirit they were together day and night, like a devoted married couple. In fact, they spent no more than twenty-four hours together in all.yet in that time they experienced deeper happiness than some people in a whole lifetime. Shakespeare makes Juliet say, "I cannot sum up half my sum of wealth." And probably that is how Mother felt. He must have been killed in the Cultural Revolution. Perhaps because of the conditions then, that se~tion of the diary is ambiguous and obscure. Mother had been so fiercely attacked for herwriting, it amazed me that she went on keeping a diary. Fram some veiled allusions I gathered that he had questioned the theories advwed by that "theoretician" then at the height of favor, and had told someone, 'This is sheer Rightist talk." It was clear from the tear-stained pages of Love Must Not Be Forgotten / 11 Mother's diary that he had been harshly denounced; but the steadfast old man never knuckled under to the authorities. His last words were, "When 1 go to meet Marx, I shall go on fighting my case!" That must have been in the winter of 1969,.because that was when Mother's hair turned white overnight, though she was not yet fifty. And she put on a black arm-band. Her position then was extremely difficult. She was criticized for wearing this old-style mourning, and ordered to say for whom she was in mourning. "For whom are you wearing that, Mother?" I asked anxiously. "For my lover." Not to frighten me she explained, "Someone you never knew." "Shall I put one on too?" She patted my cheeks, as she had when I was a child. It was years since she had shown me such affection. I often felt that as she aged, especially during these last years of persecution, all tenderness had left her, or was concealed in her heart, so that she seemed like a man. She smiled sadly and said, "No, you needn't wear one." Her eyes were as dry as if she had no more tears to shed. I longed to comfort her or do something to please her. But she said, "Off you go." I felt an inexplicable dread, as if dear Mother had already half left me. I blurted out, "Mother!" Quick to sense my desolation, she said gently, "Don't be afraid. Off you go. Leave me alone for a little." I was right. She wrote: You have gone. Half my soul seems to have taken flight with you. I had no means of knowing what had become of you, much less of seeing you for the last time. I had no right to ask either, not being your.wife or friend.... So we are torn apart. If only I could have borne that inhuman treatment for you, so that you could have lived on1 You should have lived to see your name cleared and take up your work again, for the sake of those who loved you. I
7 12 / Love Must Not Be Forgotten knew you could not be a counter-revolutionary. You were one of the finest men killed. That's why I love you-i am not afraid now to avow it. Snow is whirling down. Heavens, even God is such a hypocrite, he is using this whiteness to cover up your blood and the scandal of your murder. I have never set store by my life. But now I keep wondering whether anything I say or do would make you contract your shaggy eyebrows in a frown. I must live a worthwhile life like you, and do some honest work for our country. Things can't go on like this-those criminals will get what's coming to them. I used to walk alone along that small asphalt road, the only place where we once walked together, hearing my footsteps in the silent nlght....i always paced to and fro and lingered there, but never as wretchedly as now. Then, though you were not beside me, I knew you were still in this world and felt that you were keeping me company. Now I can hardly believe that you have gone. At the end of the road I would retrace my steps, then walk along it again. Rounding the fence I always looked back, as if you were 'still standing there waving goodbye. We smiled faintly, like casud acquaintances, to conceal our undying love. That ordinary evening in early spring a chilly wind was blowing as we walked silently away from each other. You were wheezing a little because of your chronic bronchitis. That upset me. I wanted to beg you to slow down, but somehow I couldn't. We both walked very fast, as if some important business were waiting for us. How we prized that single stroll we had together, but we were afraid we might lose control of ourselves and burst out with "I Love Must Not Be Forgotten / 13 love youu-those three words which had tormented us for years. Probably no one else could believe that we never once even clasped hands! No, Mother, I believe it. I am the only one able to see into your locked heart. Ah, that little asphalt road, so haunted by bitter memories. We shouldn't overlook the most insignificant spots on earth. For \;:ho knows how much secret grief and joy they may hide. No wonder that when tired of uriting,'she would pace slowly along that little road behind ourwindow. Sometimes at dawn after a sleepless night, sometimes on a moonless, windy evening. Even in winter during,howling gales which hui-led sand and pebbles against the window pane...'. I thought this was one of her eccentricities, not knowing that she had gone to meet him in spirit. She liked to stand by the window, too, staring at the small asphalt road. Once I thought from her expression that one of our closest friends must be coming to call. I hurried to the window. It was a late autumn evening. The cold wind was stripping dead leaves from the trees and blowing them down the small empty road. She went on pouring out her heart to him in her diary as she had when he was alive. Right up to the day when the pen slipped from her fingers. Her last message was: I am a materialist, yet I wish there were a Heaven. For then, I know, I would find you there waiting for me. I am going there to join you, to be together for eternity. We need never be parted again or keep at a distance for fear of spoiling someone else's life. Wait for me, dearest, I an1 coming- I do not know how, on her death bed, Mother could still love so ardently withal1 her heart. To me it seemed not love but a form of madness, a passion stronger than death. If undying love really exists, she reached its extreme. She obviously died happy, because she had known true love. She had no regrets. Now these old peopleb ashes have mingled with the ele-
8 14 / Love Must Not Be Forgotten ments. But I know that no matter what form they may take, they still love each other. Though nof bound together by earthly laws or morality, though they never once clasped hands, each possessed the other completely. Nothing could part them. Centuries to come, if one white cloud trails another, two grasses grow side by side, one wave splashes another, a breeze follows another... believe me, that will be them. Each time I read that diary "Love Must Not Be Forgotten" I cannot hold back my tears. I often weep bitterly, as if I myself experienced their ill-fated love. If not a tragedy it was too laughable. No matter how beautiful or moving I find it, I have no wish to follow suit! Thomas Hardy wrote that "the call seldom produces the comer, the man to love rarely coincides with the hour for loving." I cannot judge them by conventional moral standards. What 1 deplore is that they did not wait for a "missing counterpart" to call them. If everyone could wait, instead of rushing into marriage, how many tragedies could be averted! When we reach communism, will there still be cases of marriage without love? Perhaps... since the world is so vast, two kindred spirits may never be able to answer each other's call. But how tragic! Could it be that by then we will have devised ways to escape such tragedies? But this is all conjecture. Maybe after all we are accountable for these tragedies. Who knows? Should we take the responsibility for the old ideas handed down from the past? Because, if you choose not to marry, your behavior is considered a direct challenge to these ideas. You will be called neurotic, accused of having guilty secrets or having made political mistakes. You may be regarded as an eccentric who looks down on ordinary people, not respecting age-old customs-a heretic. In short they will trump up endless vulgar and futile charges to ruin your reputation. Then you have to succumb to those ideas and marry regardless. But once you put the chains of an indifferent marriage around your neck, you will suffer for it for the rest of your life. LoveMustNotBeForgotten / 15 I long to shout: "Mind your own business! Let us wait patiently for our counterparts. Even waiting in vain is better than loveless marriage. To live single is not such a fearful disaster. I believe it may be a sign of a step fotward in culture, education and the quality of life." Panslated by Gladys Yang
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: Part #2: His Miracles Page 1 During the three years that Jesus traveled, taught and helped people, He did many miracles. Some of them showed that He had power over disease and death (D). Sometimes what
Open Adoption: It s Your Choice If you re pregnant and thinking about placing your child for adoption (making an adoption plan for your child), you may want to consider open adoption. Ask yourself Read
Dialog: VIP LESSON 049 - Future of Business A: We really embarrassed ourselves last night at that business function. B: What are you talking about? A: We didn't even have business cards to hand out. We
Why Would a Loving God Allow Evil, Pain and Suffering? Why God Allow Suffering? 1. If God was all-powerful, he could prevent evil and suffering 2. If God was all-loving, he would want to prevent evil and
Introduction Slowly, this strange fear grew into horror. Yes, horror. If I tell you why, you will not believe me. You will think I am mad. The Black Cat is one of Edgar Allan Poe s most famous horror stories.
Devotion NT298 CHILDREN S DEVOTIONS FOR THE WEEK OF: LESSON TITLE: Paul s First Missionary Journey THEME: God has a calling on the lives of every one of His children! SCRIPTURE: Acts 12:25 13:52 Dear Parents
I ve Been Around the World Whiskey Stills & Sleeping Pills Lyrics Darling you still come to me so late your eyes are tired, your words are filled with hate come on now, dear, be still and rest your head
The Story of Ruby Bridges Our Ruby taught us all a lot. She became someone who helped change our country. She was part of history, just like generals and presidents are part of history. They re leaders,
Title: MOSES: A PROPHET BECOMES A GREAT LEADER Space for Notes (Yours and ours) Theme: God s dealings with Moses gives hope to leaders and to oppressed people Bible Basis: Deuteronomy 34:10-12 NLT; Exodus
MARRIAGE TESTIMONY Dear Friends I am very glad to share with you my testimony. By the grace of God I am married to Victoria and all my prayers have been answered. The wonderful thing is our Marriage has
NO LONGER THE FIRST 2010 Josh Danz Free performance of this play for high school and college level competitive forensics is permitted. All other rights reserved. The Intriguing Interp Series is published
Life Without You I am invoking my right to remain silent in the face of life, All of my words have escaped from dictionaries, There is only one Word that I must say before Angel of Death is You. I am a
Devotion NT238 CHILDREN S DEVOTIONS FOR THE WEEK OF: LESSON TITLE: Jesus Walks on Water THEME: We need to completely trust in Jesus. SCRIPTURE: Mark 6:45-52 Dear Parents Welcome to Bible Time for Kids!
1 Being Present Luke 1:39-55 Presbyterian pastor Mark Labberton tells the story of one his members named Doris. 1 A very active woman with silver-blond hair, Doris was in her eighties. Every Friday morning
Devotion NT285 CHILDREN S DEVOTIONS FOR THE WEEK OF: LESSON TITLE: The Day of Pentecost THEME: Jesus sent the Holy Spirit to indwell and empower us. Dear Parents SCRIPTURE: Acts 2:1-41 Dear Parents, Welcome
Explanatory Notes: WILL WE BE MARRIED IN THE LIFE AFTER DEATH? Series title: Topic: Marriage in heaven / heaven as a marriage Table of Contents: Message 1: What is the Life after Death Like? p. 1 Message
Devotion NT224 CHILDREN S DEVOTIONS FOR THE WEEK OF: LESSON TITLE: The Woman at the Well THEME: Jesus knows all about us and He loves us. SCRIPTURE: John 4:1-42 Dear Parents Welcome to Bible Time for Kids!
The sleep-walking scene Act 5 scene 1 Macbeth Whilst she is asleep, Lady Macbeth speaks aloud, and the audience (along with the doctor and gentlewoman) get a glimpse of her real fears and feelings. Find
12 Step Worksheet Questions STEP 1 We admitted we were powerless over alcohol that our lives had become unmanageable. The first time I took a drink I knew it wasn't for me. Every time I drank I got drunk
Sermon 2007 Ascension Text: Luke 24:44-53 Theme: Power As we come to the day of the Ascension we celebrate the second to the last key transition in the ministry of our Lord, Jesus Christ: his birth, his
Compare and Contrast Versions of a Story What story has wicked stepsisters, a fairy godmother, glass slippers, and a girl who works hard and ends up marrying a prince? Cinderella! You have probably read
The Healing Rosary Jesus healed many people of physical, emotional, and spiritual afflictions during his short time on earth. In writing this Healing Rosary, the stories that I found most touching were
SUPERIOR COURT OF CALIFORNIA, COUNTY OF CONTRA COSTA Mock Trial Script The Case of a Stolen Car This mock trial is appropriate for middle and high school students. The script includes a role for a narrator,
INTRODUCTION The Seven Rules of Highly Worried People WORRYING IS SECOND NATURE to you, but imagine that someone who has been raised in the jungle and knows nothing about conventional modern life approached
I M NOT AN ADDICT How could I be an addict? My life is great. I live in a very good area of Los Angeles, drive a nice sports car, have a good job, pay all my bills, and have a wonderful family. This is
1. They are the United States. a) to b) for c) from d) with 3. is your favourite colour? a) How b) This c) Who d) What 5. This is my car. a) mother b) mothers c) mother is d) mother's 7. Are these shoes
Being a Carer and Having a Carer s Assessment How to get help if you are doing a lot to look after another person Introduction What is this pack about? This pack is to help people with learning disabilities
Annette Keen Jake arrives at Euston station in London. It is a holiday weekend and it is his first time away from Manchester. Jake is eighteen years old and he lives with his family. Now he is in London.