Some time ago, a certain Mr. came to my door and asked me to translate an old German document. It is said that this is the only one in the world. I think my German is clearly inferior to Japanese, and I only know a little about Japanese. This gentleman asked me to translate, probably for some extremely ridiculous reason. Even so, I still read the book he brought. It was actually quite shabby. So when I turned the leaf, I was “walking on thin ice”. I was afraid of paying compensation at the price if I accidentally turned the leaf. I was criticized by Modern Review for treating others in private. Arrogant and rude, there is no way to shirk it. The bibliography is an uncommon word, probably translated into “Necronomicon” (Necronomicon), but since it needs to be in Chinese, following the idea of ”The dead is great”, it is translated into a square word like “Book of the Dead” . Chinese literati are often unavoidable from the poison of the “four-character stubborn disease”, but it is really a bit deliberate to have one more or one less. In this way, he didn’t care about the blush of “Thief shouting to catch the thief”, and put it down for the time being. The author of the book seems to be a madman named Ahaz Lid from Arabe thousands of years ago. This is probably a religious book, but it is not a suspicious gang that I am already familiar with. However, the gentleman told me with great enthusiasm that this is really a history book, even though it was written from an extremely ancient time. The gods and ghosts mentioned in the book are all the roles that dominate the world before “people”. I had no choice but to think this was really suspicious. But he told me to keep turning. After flipping through it, I found out that he found me to translate, as if it was not without reason, because some chapters in this book reminded me of a trivial matter from the previous years. At that time, someone told me about a dream: In his dream, he went to a damp city, as if he had just risen from the sea, still misty. The architecture is distorted, especially like geometric figures invented by the ancient Greeks. It does not have the deadly temperament of “carved beams and painted buildings” and “flying eaves against the universe” that Chinese literati have loved for thousands of years. But it can’t be said that there is no such thing as “extreme craftsmanship”. When the street is finished, you can see a god from the old days sitting high on the platform, not as clean as the gods of Westerners, but dark and slippery. The beard is to the face as the tentacles are to the face. octopus. It seems that there are bat-like wings on the back, so this god probably has a good reputation in China. In places like Hungary where bats and vampires are considered to be closely related, they probably won’t. The name of this god is a bit slurred, I think it might be a voice like “Cthulhu” (Cthulhu). This god, according to the words in the book, seems to be dreaming, and he must wake up at some point and be the modern ruler. I don’t care whether this is believable or not. I just want to persuade Mr. Kusuluhu: it is boring to wake up, especially now to be the god of the people of the world, especially the god of the Chinese. Kusuluhu probably hadn’t seen a countryman’s god welcoming game. Although they have the power to live and kill, gods in China inevitably have to pretend to be people who do not respect gods very much, and only respect once a year, and then go to sit in the corner of the ruined temple with the spiritual domestic animals of the tauren and horse-faced people. . The situation that octopuses and bats will have in China is probably the same. The Chinese prefer animals like dragons, phoenixes and unicorns, probably because of their golden color and the fact that they are not really unlucky to witness. So when someone told me that I had this dream, I didn’t take it very seriously, or I forgot it, but three or four people rushed to tell me, and some people came to me with a very mysterious look. Speaking of which, they are all words such as “city”, “damp”, and “octopus”, as if waiting for me to clap my hands and say: “Yes, I did dream it. You dreamed it too. That’s it!” It’s just that I didn’t dream of it. I just noticed that some people had the same dream, but it was just that. It was early spring. The north wind was blowing in Shanghai, and I wanted to go back to my hometown, but S City also heard that it was blowing north. So I am more concerned about the question of how many clothes I need to wear when I go out than this kind of whimsy. And this certain gentleman came to me to translate the German copy of “The Book of the Necronomicon”, also with that kind of “reconsidering” eyes, so I had to tell him, “No, I didn’t dream of it at the time.” He might I was a little disappointed, as if I was about to take away some invaluable paper hat from my head immediately, but after all, there was none. He just told me that he knew the secret of the matter, and only an American named Lovecraft in the world said it, but it could not be published as an orthodox essay chapter, only published in popular magazines as a novel. . So I don’t want to talk about dreams, so I can be forgiven. However, after all, I have never dreamed of it. I asked him who dreamed of Kusuluhu. Said: “Poets and artists.” I asked whether all poets and artists had dreamed. Said: “I don’t know.” So I suspect that maybe it is not a “poet” or “artist” who dreams of this city, but for some other reason, but I don’t have their big and far-reaching ambitions at all. . The gentleman told me later. In this world, long before the collusive dream in the early spring, there are many people waiting for Kusuluhu’s awakening. And there are some in China. When welcoming Chinese gods, people like to wear more of what they don’t usually wear, and they have grimace fish scales on their faces, so they think that this foreign god—or an alien god—will also like it very much. They offered sacrifices to the octopus god with cattle and sheep, grilled, cooked and fried in advance, and added some soy sauce, star anise and other mixtures regardless of the god’s taste. When Kusuluhu re-dominated the world, they could follow the fragrance first. Come to China. But after the sacrifice, he couldn’t help but ate the cattle and sheep first. It is said that when there are no cattle and sheep, there are also worthless babies. I can’t help but shudder. But then I think about it, outside of Shanghai’s streets blown by the north wind, this is very common. Putting aside whether there is an octopus god, some people’s babies finally want to sell but can’t sell them. All in all, if people want to be slaves to Kusuluhu, they will probably like it. After all, a long time ago, we succumbed to being the servant of Genghis Khan, but now we are proud to announce it. There is a great thing on the head, no matter how vicious it is, people will only see their own shadow swallowed by a larger and more complete shadow, and mistakenly think it is their own shadow. So the person who worships Kusuluhu seems to be Kusuluhu, even though he comes from outside and just wants to eat our meat. So I shook my head and told the gentleman that if he wanted me to spread the book, I would not be polite and considerate. Not only can’t, but burn the book now, and feel that there are good reasons. He hurriedly stopped me and let me look at another leaf. It turns out that in addition to recording the history before “people”, this book also has practical significance, such as illustrated books and methodology like “Compendium of Materia Medica”. The leaf he showed me—it was terrible—can allow me to call out the wise men of the past to talk and listen to their understanding and advice on the world today. The misunderstandings and grievances of Mr. Kong’s legacy can finally be clarified. The gentleman said: “What do the wise ancients really think, don’t you want to know?” I thought, but I didn’t think like that. On the contrary, it strengthened my dissent. In my opinion, not only should the Chinese not follow the advice of the dead old people, they should even turn their heads in the other direction and run without looking back. That direction is often completely different from the past, leading to the “future”, although it may not always lead directly to the future where it should go. So some people who claimed to be upright and clear-minded were invited to scold them. Righteous gentlemen must remember to sigh every month that “the world is going downhill.” They always want to have good days in the past, but they really don’t understand what they want. hunger? War? The days of being a slave safely? And these Kusu slaves are not just thinking about the Qing Dynasty, Mongolia, Han and Tang Dynasties, or the time when the Great Yu ruled the waters, but they have to think about going back to the situation of fucking the octopus god. In any case, this is not a way for me to encourage Chinese youth to go. I had to grab the “Book of the Necronomicon”, walk away as quickly as possible, and threw the book under the burning stove. The gentleman was very upset about this and used some stern words at me loudly. There are a few books in my collection, so I followed his hand along with the “Book of Necropolis” to the stove. He said that what I burned was the last German copy in the world, and all that was left was an English copy, which was locked away in the library of an American university and could not be borrowed. He Yomo was really a little angry, and he was really trying to kill the “student stick”, and he sent out some strange sentences like dramas, and pointed his finger at me, and suddenly it was some “jumping gods.” “”, he suddenly said anxiously, “Why didn’t he die?”, and then knelt down again, calling for someone named “Nai Duck Hoof Bodhisattva” to defend him. I had to look behind, but I didn’t see any duck hoofs. After a long time, the gentleman finally thought that he would stop making noise. He said that I really am not a poet or artist, and naturally I am not a “warrior”. The courage to not try for the unknown, the humility of not bowing to the great things, is obviously a arrogant uselessness! After saying this in one breath, he left. I don’t think I should refute him, because he did not make a mistake. I think even the Lovequart whom he mentioned is probably cowardly and arrogant, and he has never had that “artist” dream. Otherwise, he doesn’t have to repeat the words of those artists who have dreamed, it is best to say it himself. Later, I thought about it carefully, and believed that I did not meet Kusuluhu. Fortunately, fortunately! Probably it is because I and all the “Lu Xun faction” wretched elements that I have had trouble with are not qualified to do so!
(Mr. Lu Xun lost his manuscript in his later years-“Visitor with Books”)