稻草人原文
田野里白天的风景和情形，有诗人把它写成美妙的诗，有画家把它画成生动的画。到了夜间，诗人喝了酒，有些醉了；画家呢，正在抱着精致的乐器低低地唱：都没有工夫到田野里来。那么，还有谁把田野里夜间的风景和情形告诉人们呢？有，还有，就是稻草人。
基督教里的人说，人是上帝亲手造的。且不问这句话对不对，咱们可以套一句说，稻草人是农人亲手造的。他的骨架子是竹园里的细竹枝，他的肌肉、皮肤是隔年的黄稻草。破竹篮子、残荷叶都可以做他的帽子；帽子下面的脸平板板的，分不清哪里是鼻子，哪里是眼睛。他的手没有手指，却拿着一把破扇子——其实也不能算拿，不过用线拴住扇柄，挂在手上罢了。他的骨架子长得很，脚底下还有一段，农人把这一段插在田地中间的泥土里，他就整天整夜站在那里了。
稻草人非常尽责任。要是拿牛跟他比，牛比他懒怠多了，有时躺在地上，抬起头看天。要是拿狗跟他比，狗比他顽皮多了，有时到处乱跑，累得主人四处去找寻。他从来不嫌烦，像牛那样躺着看天；也从来不贪玩，像狗那样到处乱跑。他安安静静地看着田地，手里的扇子轻轻摇动，赶走那些飞来的小雀，他们是来吃新结的稻穗的。他不吃饭，也不睡觉，就是坐下歇一歇也不肯，总是直挺挺地站在那里。
这是当然的，田野里夜间的风景和情形，只有稻草人知道得最清楚，也知道得最多。他知道露水怎么样凝在草叶上，露水的味道怎么样香甜；他知道星星怎么样眨眼，月亮怎么样笑；他知道夜间的田野怎么样沉静，花草树木怎么样酣睡；他知道小虫们怎么样你找我、我找你，蝴蝶们怎么样恋爱，总之，夜间的一切他都知道得清清楚楚。
以下就讲讲稻草人在夜间遇见的几件事儿。
一个满天星斗的夜里，他看守着田地，手里的扇子轻轻摇动。新出的稻穗一个挨一个，星光射在上面，有些发亮，像顶着一层水珠，有一点儿风，就沙拉沙拉地响。稻草人看着，心里很高兴。他想，今年的收成一定可以使他的主人——一位可怜的老太太——笑一笑了。她以前哪里笑过呢？八九年前，她的丈夫死了。她想起来就哭，眼睛到现在还红着；而且成了毛病，动不动就流泪。她只有一个儿子，娘儿两个费苦力种这块田，足足有三年，才勉强把她丈夫的丧葬费还清。没想到儿子紧接着得了白喉，也死了。她当时昏过去了，后来就落了个心痛的毛病，常常犯。这回只剩她一个人了，老了，没有气力，还得用力耕种，又挨了三年，总算把儿子的丧葬费也还清了。可是接着两年闹水，稻子都淹了，不是烂了就是发了芽。她的眼泪流得更多了，眼睛受了伤，看东西模糊，稍微远一点儿就看不见。她的脸上满是皱纹，倒像个风干的桔子，哪里会露出笑容来呢！可是今年的稻子长得好，很壮实，雨水又不多，像是能丰收似的。所以稻草人替她高兴：想到收割的那一天，她看见收下的稻穗又大又饱满，这都是她自己的，总算没有白受累，脸上的皱纹一定会散开，露出安慰的满意的笑容吧。如果真有这一笑，在稻草人看来，那就比星星月亮的笑更可爱，更可珍贵，因为他爱他的主人。
稻草人正在想的时候，一个小蛾飞来，是灰褐色的小蛾。他立刻认出那小蛾是稻子的仇敌，也就是主人的仇敌。
从他的职务想，从他对主人的感情想，都必须把那小蛾赶跑了才是。于是他手里的扇子摇动起来。可是扇子的风很有限，不能够教小蛾害怕。那小蛾飞了一会儿，落在一片稻叶上，简直像不觉得稻草人在那里驱逐他似的。稻草人见小蛾落下了，心里非常着急。可是他的身子跟树木一样，定在泥土里，想往前移动半步也做不到；扇子尽管摇动，那小蛾却依旧稳稳地歇着。他想到将来田里的情形，想到主人的眼泪和干瘪的脸，又想到主人的命运，心里就像刀割一样。但是那小蛾是歇定了，不管怎么赶，他就是不动。
星星结队归去，一切夜景都隐没的时候，那小蛾才飞走了。稻草人仔细看那片稻叶，果然，叶尖卷起来了，上面留着好些小蛾下的子。这使稻草人感到无限惊恐，心想祸事真个来了，越怕越躲不过。可怜的主人，她有的不过是两只模糊的眼睛；要告诉她，使她及早看见小蛾下的子，才有挽救呢。他这么想着，扇子摇得更勤了。扇子常常碰在身体上，发出啪啪的声音。他不会叫喊，这是唯一的警告主人的法子了。
老妇人到田里来了。她弯着腰，看看田里的水正合适，不必再从河里车水进来。又看看她手种的稻子，全很壮实；摸摸稻穗，沉甸甸的。再看看那稻草人，帽子依旧戴得很正；扇子依旧拿在手里，摇动着，发出啪啪的声音；并且依旧站得很好，直挺挺的，位置没有动，样子也跟以前一模一样。她看一切事情都很好，就走上田岸，预备回家去搓草绳。
稻草人看见主人就要走了，急得不得了，连忙摇动扇子，想靠着这急迫的声音把主人留住。这声音里仿佛说：“我的主人，你不要去呀！你不要以为田里的一切事情都很好，天大的祸事已经在田里留下根苗了。一旦发作起来，就要不可收拾，那时候，你就要流干了眼泪，揉碎了心；趁着现在赶早扑灭，还来得及。这儿，就在这一棵上，你看这棵稻子的叶尖呀！”他靠着扇子的声音反覆地警告；可是老妇人哪里懂得，一步一步地走远了。他急得要命，还在使劲摇动扇子，直到主人的背影都望不见了，他才知道警告是无效了。
除了稻草人以外，没有一个人为稻子发愁。他恨不得一下子跳过去，把那灾害的根苗扑灭了；又恨不得托风带个信，叫主人快快来铲除灾害。他的身体本来很瘦弱，现在怀着愁闷，更显得憔悴了，连站直的劲儿也不再有，只是斜着肩，弯着腰，好像害了病似的。
不到几天，在稻田里，蛾下的子变成的肉虫，到处都是了。夜深人静的时候，稻草人听见他们咬嚼稻叶的声音，也看见他们越吃越馋的嘴脸。渐渐地，一大片浓绿的稻全不见了，只剩下光秆儿。他痛心，不忍再看，想到主人今年的辛苦又只能换来眼泪和叹气，禁不住低头哭了。
这时候天气很凉了，又是在夜间的田野里，冷风吹得稻草人直打哆嗦；只因为他正在哭，没觉得。忽然传来一个女人的声音：“我当是谁呢，原来是你。”他吃了一惊，才觉得身上非常冷。但是有什么法子呢？他为了尽责任，而且行动不由自主，虽然冷，也只好站在那里。他看那个女人，原来是一个渔妇。田地的前面是一条河，那渔妇的船就停在河边，舱里露出一丝微弱的火光。她那时正在把撑起的鱼罾放到河底；鱼罾沉下去，她坐在岸上，等过一会儿把它拉起来。
舱里时常传出小孩子咳嗽的声音，又时常传出困乏的、细微的叫妈的声音。这使她很焦心，她用力拉罾，总像很不顺手，并且几乎回回是空的。舱里的孩子还在咳嗽还在喊，她就向舱里说：“你好好儿睡吧！等我得着鱼，明天给你煮粥吃。你老是叫我，叫得我心都乱了，怎么能得着鱼呢！”
孩子忍不住，还是喊：“妈呀，把我渴坏了！给我点儿茶喝！”接着又是一阵咳嗽。
“这里哪来的茶！你老实一会儿吧，我的祖宗！”
“我渴死了！”孩子竟大声哭起来。在空旷的夜间的田野里，这哭声显得格外凄惨。
渔妇无可奈何，放下拉罾的绳子，上了船，进了舱，拿起一个碗，从河里舀了一碗水，转身给孩子喝。孩子一口气把水喝下去，他实在渴极了。可是碗刚放下，他又咳嗽起来；而且更利害了，后来就只剩下喘气。
渔妇不能多管孩子，又上岸去拉她的罾。好久好久，舱里没有声音了，她的罾也不知又空了几回，才得着一条鲫鱼，有七八寸长，这是头一次收获，她很小心地把鱼从罾里取出来，放在一个木桶里，接着又把罾放下去。这个盛鱼的木桶就在稻草人的脚旁边。
这时候稻草人更加伤心了。他可怜那个病孩子，渴到那样，想一口茶喝都办不到；病到那样，还不能跟母亲一起睡觉。他又可怜那个渔妇，在这寒冷的深夜里打算明天的粥，所以不得不硬着心肠把生病的孩子扔下不管。他恨不得自己去作柴，给孩子煮茶喝；恨不得自己去作被褥，给孩子一些温暖；又恨不得夺下小肉虫的赃物，给渔妇煮粥吃。如果他能走，他一定立刻照着他的心愿做；但是不幸，他的身体跟树木一个样，定在泥土里，连半步也不能动。他没有法子，越想越伤心，哭得更痛心了。忽然啪的一声，他吓了一跳，停住哭，看出了什么事情，原来是鲫鱼被扔在木桶里。
木桶里的水很少，鲫鱼躺在桶底上，只有靠下的一面能够沾一些潮润。鲫鱼很难受，想逃开，就用力向上跳。跳了好几回，都被高高的桶框挡住，依旧掉在桶底上，身体摔得很疼。鲫鱼的向上的一只眼睛看见稻草人，就哀求说：“我的朋友，你暂且放下手里的扇子，救救我吧！我离开我的水里的家，就只有死了。好心的朋友，救救我吧！”
听见鲫鱼这样恳切的哀求，稻草人非常心酸；但是他只能用力摇动自己的头。他的意思是说：“请你原谅我，我是个柔弱无能的人哪！我的心不但愿意救你，并且愿意救那个捕你的妇人和她的孩子，除了你、渔妇和孩子，还有一切受苦受难的。可是我跟树木一样，定在泥土里，连半步也不能自由移动，我怎么能照我的心愿去做呢！请你原谅我，我是个柔弱无能的人哪！”
鲫鱼不懂稻草人的意思，只看见他连连摇头，愤怒就像火一般地烧起来了。“这又是什么难事！你竟没有一点儿人心，只是摇头！原来我错了，自己的困难，为什么求别人呢！我应该自己干，想法子，不成，也不过一死罢了，这又算得了什么！”鲫鱼大声喊着，又用力向上跳，这回用了十二分力，连尾巴和胸鳍的尖端都挺了起来。
稻草人见鲫鱼误解了他的意思，又没有方法向鲫鱼说明，心里很悲痛，就一面叹气一面哭。过了一会儿，他抬头看看，渔妇睡着了，一只手还拿着拉罾的绳；这是因为她太累了，虽然想着明天的粥，也终于支持不住了。桶里的鲫鱼呢？跳跃的声音听不见了，尾巴好像还在断断续续地拨动。稻草人想，这一夜是许多痛心的事都凑在一块儿了，真是个悲哀的夜！可是看那些吃稻叶的小强盗，他们高兴得很，吃饱了，正在光秆儿上跳舞呢。稻子的收成算完了，主人的衰老的力量又白费了，世界上还有比这更可怜的吗！
夜更暗了，连星星都显得无光。稻草人忽然觉得由侧面田岸上走来一个黑影，近了，仔细一看，原来是个女人，穿着肥大的短袄，头发很乱。她站住，望望停在河边的渔船；一转身，向着河岸走去；不多几步，又直挺挺地站在那里。稻草人觉得很奇怪，就留心看着她。
一种非常悲伤的声音从她的嘴里发出来，微弱，断断续续，只有听惯了夜间一切细小声音的稻草人才听得出。
那声音说：“我不是一条牛，也不是一口猪，怎么能让你随便卖给人家！我要跑，不能等着明天真个被你卖给人家。你有一点儿钱，不是赌两场输了就是喝几天黄汤花了，管什么用！你为什么一定要逼我？……只有死，除了死没有别的路！死了，到地下找我的孩子去吧！”这些话又哪里成话呢，哭得抽抽嗒嗒的，声音都被搅乱了。
稻草人非常心惊，又是一件惨痛的事情让他遇见了。
她要寻死呢！他着急，想救她，自己也不知道为什么。他又摇起扇子来，想叫醒那个沉睡的渔妇。但是办不到，那渔妇睡得跟死了似的，一动也不动。他恨自己，不该像树木一样定在泥土里，连半步也不能动。见死不救不是罪恶吗？自己就正在犯着这种罪恶。这真是比死还难受的痛苦哇！“天哪，快亮吧！农人们快起来吧！鸟儿快飞去报信吧！
风快吹散她寻死的念头吧！”他这样默默地祈祷；可是四围还是黑洞洞的，也没有一丝儿声音。他心碎了，怕看又不能不看，就胆怯地死盯着站在河边的黑影。
那女人沉默着站了一会儿，身子往前探了几探。稻草人知道可怕的时候到了，手里的扇子拍得更响。可是她并没跳，又直挺挺地站在那里。
又过了好大一会儿，她忽然举起胳膊，身体像倒下一样，向河里窜去。稻草人看见这样，没等到听见她掉在水里的声音，就昏过去了。
第二天早晨，农人从河岸经过，发现河里有死尸，消息立刻传出去。左近的男男女女都跑来看。嘈杂的人声惊醒了酣睡的渔妇，她看那木桶里的鲫鱼，已经僵僵地死了。
她提了木桶走回船舱；生病的孩子醒了，脸显得更瘦了，咳嗽也更加厉害。那老农妇也随着大家到河边来看；走过自己的稻田，顺便看了一眼。没想到才几天工夫，完了，稻叶稻穗都没有了，只留下直僵僵的光秆儿。她急得跺脚，捶胸，放声大哭。大家跑过来问她劝她，看见稻草人倒在田地中间。
1922年6月7日写毕
稻草人翻译
The field day scenery and cases, the poet write beautiful poems, artists have painted it vivid picture.At night, the poet to drink wine, some drunk; painter, is holding a delicate instrument low sing: there is no time to the fields.So, who put the fields at night scenery and cases tell people?There is, also, is the scarecrow.
Christianity is the God who said, had built.And not the words right, we can set a word, the scarecrow was a farmer had built.His skeleton is fine bamboo bamboo garden, his muscles, skin is in the Yellow straw.Breaking the bamboo basket, residual lotus leaf can do his hat; hat face plate, don't know where is the nose, where is the eye.His hand is not finger, but with a broken fan -- but not to take, but with a line through the fan handle, hanging from his hand.His skeleton was, the soles of the feet have a farmer, the section is inserted in the middle of the field soil, he was standing there all day and all night.
The scarecrow is a sense of responsibility.If the use of cattle with him, than he sluggish much, sometimes lying on the ground, looked up days.If you take the dog with him, than he is naughty dog more, sometimes running around, tired and master look around to find.He never get tired of it, like a cow lying on a day; never fun, like a dog running around.He quietly looked at the fields, hand fan gently rocking, drive away those flying bird, they are to eat the new node of rice.He does not eat, nor sleep, is to sit down and rest would not, always stood stiff in there.
This is of course, the fields at night scenery and cases, only the scarecrow know best, also knows best.He knows how to congeal in the dew on the grass, the taste like sweet dew; he knows how the stars blink of an eye, how to smile; he knows how quiet night fields, trees and flowers like sleeping; he knows how you find bugs are I, I find you, butterflies are how to love, in short, the night he knows everything know clearly.
The following is about a scarecrow in the night to meet some thing.
The sky was covered with stars. One night, he guarded the fields, hands gently rocking fan.A new rice one by one, starlight above, some shiny, like a layer of top water, a little wind, on the salad.Scarecrow looking, he is very happy.He thought, this year's harvest will make his master -- a poor old lady -- smile.She previously where laugh?Eight or nine years ago, her husband died.She wanted to cry, eyes still red; and wrong, motionless.She has one son, mother two fee cooly for this field, for three years, reluctantly took her husband's funeral expenses paid.Did not expect the son immediately got diphtheria, also died.She had fainted, but later left heart trouble, often make.This left her alone, old, weak, have forced farming, but also endured for three years, finally the son's funeral expenses are paid.But then the two noisy water, rice water, not rotten is budding.Her tears more, the eye was injured, see fuzzy, slightly a little far sight.Her face is wrinkled, like a dried orange, where will smile to you!But this year's rice grow well, very strong, and not much rain, like to harvest it.So the scarecrow happy for her: think of the harvest that day, she saw the accept rice is big and full, this is all her own, had no white involvement, wrinkles will spread out, revealing comfort satisfaction smile.If there is a smile, the scarecrow appears, it than stars moon smile is more lovely, more precious, because he loved his master.
The scarecrow is the time, a small moth flies, is grayish-brown moth.He recognized that the moth is the enemy, also is the owner's enemies.
From his post to, from his master's relationship to, must put the small moths away is.He hands the fans shaking.But fan wind is limited, not to teach small moths of fear.The moth flies for a moment, fell on a piece of rice leaves, like don't feel there expelled him as the scarecrow.Scarecrow see small moth fell, was very anxious.But his body with the trees, set in the earth, like moving half step to do; fan while shaking, the little moths still firmly down.He thought of future field situation, think of his tears and withered face, and think of the fate of the master, my heart like a knife.But the little moth is break set, no matter how to drive, he is not to move.
The stars are hidden in back, all the night time, the small moths to fly away.Scarecrow watch carefully the rice leaf tip, as expected, roll up, it has many small moths of subsidiary.This makes the scarecrow feeling of panic, thinking it a disaster coming, hide but you more and more.Poor master, she only two fuzzy eyes; to tell her, gave her an early saw small moths of subsidiary, can save it.He think so, fan shake more frequently.Fans often touch on the body, crack.He will not cry, this is the only way to warn the owner.
The old lady into the field to.She bent over, have a look the water right, no longer from the river water in the car.And have a look in her hand she kind of rice, the rice is very strong; touch, heavy.Then have a look that the scarecrow, hat was still very very positive; the fan is in his hand, shaking, crack; and still stand well, stiff, position did not move, as previously as like as two peas.She looks at everything is fine, go on and go home to Tian An, twisted rope.
The scarecrow when he saw his master to go, to be in a big hurry, hurriedly shake fan, want to rely on this urgent voice master retain.It sounds as if to say: "my Lord, you don't go!You don't think the everything is fine, big trouble in the fields on the left have.Once the attack, will get out of hand, at that time, you will be tears, from the heart; now the early fight, too late.Here, in this one, look at this tree rice tip!"He leaned on the fan's voice repeated warnings; but the old woman where know, step by step away.He was anxious to death, I tried to rock fans, until the owner of the back sight, he didn't know the warning is invalid.
In addition to the scarecrow, no one to worry about rice.He hated not jumped over, put the disaster on extinguished; and hate not supporting wind a letter, called the master as soon as possible to eradicate disaster.His body was very thin, now with a wistful, more appear haggard, even standing straight up no longer, just across the shoulder, bent, as if ill like.
In a few days, in the rice fields, moth the into the worm, everywhere.When the dead of night, the scarecrow heard their chewy rice leaf sounds, saw their appetite comes with eating.Gradually, a large green rice all disappeared, leaving only the light stalk.He is distressed to see, think, master this hard and will only bring tears and sighs, couldn't help crying.
At this time the weather is very cold, it is in the night in the fields, wind blew the scarecrow shiver; just because he is crying, don't feel.Suddenly heard a woman's voice: "I was wondering who it was, it was you."He was surprised, can feel very cold.But what can you do about it?He can't help but to responsibility, action, although the cold, but also had to stand there.He looked at the woman, was originally a fisherwoman.In front of the field is a river, that the ship was stopped in the river, was a small fire in the cabin.She was put up fish landing net into the river; fish landing net sink, she sits on the shore, and then pull it up.
The cabin often outgoing child cough sounds, and often came weary, subtle called mom's voice.This made her very hard, she pulled the large square, like the very smoothly, and almost Hui is empty.The cabin kids still cough still yelling, she went to the cabin and said: "so you can have a rest!I have fish, tomorrow for you to eat porridge.You always told me, that my heart is in turmoil, how to fish!"
Children could not help, or shout: "Mom, I was dying of thirst!Give me some tea!"Then a fit of coughing.
"Here come from tea!Be honest with you for a little while, my ancestors!"
"I'm thirsty!"The child was crying.In the open field in the night, crying very sad.
The pull down feel helpless, fishnet rope, on the boat, into the cabin, grab a bowl, a bowl of water from the river, turned to the baby to drink.Children give water to drink down, he was very thirsty.But the bowl just put down, he began to cough up; but also has interest, then only the pant.
The child can not multiple, and went ashore to pull her fishnet.For a long time, the cabin without sound, also does not know her fishnet and air several times, to have a carp, seven or eight inches long, this is the first harvest, she is careful to take the fish from the large square out, placed in a bucket, then put the large square down.The abundant fish barrels in the scarecrow feet next to.
At this time the scarecrow is more sad.He took pity on the sick child, thirsty, want a sip of tea drink is impossible; disease that can not sleep, along with her mother.He pitied the fisherwoman, in this cold night to tomorrow's porridge, so it had to be ruthless to sick children behind.He hates not to wood, giving children boil tea; hate to bedding, give the child some warmth; and hate took small worm swag, give the porridge to eat.If he can walk, he must immediately according to his wish to do; but unfortunately, his body with a kind of tree, set in the earth, even a half step or unable to move.He is no way, grew more and more sad, cry more sad.Suddenly snapped, he was frightened jump, stop crying, see what was the matter, the original is the carp were thrown into the barrel.
The bucket of water little, crucian carp lying at the bottom of the barrel, only depend on the lower side can touch some moist.Crucian carp is very uncomfortable, wanted to run away, was forced to jump.Jump several times, are high in the barrel frame block, still drop at the bottom of the barrel, the body falls very painful.Crucian carp to one eye to see the scarecrow, he cried out and said: "my friends, you put aside his fans, save me!I left my water home, only to die.Good friends, please help me!"
Heard so earnestly request the crucian carp, scarecrow very sad; but he only shook his head.His meaning is said: "please forgive me, I is a weak and incompetent man!My heart is not only to save you, and to save the catch your lady and her children, in addition to you, and the children, and all the suffering.But I like trees, set in the earth, even the half step can not move freely, how can I do as I wish to do!Please forgive me, I is a weak and incompetent man!"
Crucian carp did not understand the Scarecrow's meaning, only to see that he shook his head, anger is like fire burning up."This is so difficult!You have no heart, just shook her head!I was wrong, their difficulties, why ask someone else!I should do, try, fail, but also a dead it, and so what!"Crucian carp shouted, and forced to jump up, this time with a twelve component, even the tail and pectoral fin tip is very up.
Scarecrow see crucian carp misunderstood his meaning, and no method to crucian carp, was very sad, crying on the side.After a while, he looked up and have a look, the sleeping, a hand and pull the large square rope; this is because she is too tired to think tomorrow, although the porridge, finally can not stand.The bucket of the crucian carp?The jump in the sound is inaudible, tail was still intermittently toggle.The scarecrow wants to, this night is many sad things together, is really a sad night!But those who eat rice leaf little robbers, they were very happy, full of light, is dancing on the stalk.The rice crop was finished, his aging strength and wasted, there are more poor you!
The night is dark, even the stars appear without light.Scarecrow suddenly felt by side Tian an up a shadow, near, look carefully, turned out to be a woman, wearing the mast short jacket, hair is messy.She stopped, looked at the landing on the fishing boat; a turn toward the river, walk a few steps; and was standing there.Scarecrow feeling very strange, just watch her.
A very sad voice from her mouth to send out, weak, on and off, only heard the night all small voice talent was straw.
The voice said: "I'm not a cow, is not a pig, how can let you sell him!I have to run, can not wait tomorrow really are you selling him.You have little money, not bet on two lost is to drink a few days soup spent, what with!Why must you make me?……Only to die, but death is no other way!To die, to find my children go underground!"These words where into words, cried pumping patter, the sounds are disturbed.
The scarecrow is very cold, it is a painful thing he met.
She is going to die!He is anxious, want to save her, I don't know why.He was shaking fan, want to wake the sleeping fisherwoman.But do not, the fisherwoman slept like a dead, motionless.He hates himself, not the like trees on earth, even a half step or unable to move.From ruin is not a crime?He is making this evil.It is worse than death. "!"Oh, come!Agricultural people to come on!The birds fly and fast!
Wind speed and wind she entered!"He prayed silently; but the four round is dark, also not a breath sound.He was broken, he was afraid to look at and can not see, as timid stares at the station in the shadows.
The woman was silent for a moment, his body forward a few exploration.The scarecrow that terrible time, hand fan clap louder.But she didn't jump, and was standing there.
After a long while, she suddenly raised his arm, the body like fallen down to the river.Scarecrow saw this, didn't wait and hear her out in the water sound, fainted.
The very next day morning, the farmers from the river after river, found dead, news came out immediately.The nearby men and women run.A babble of voices to wake the sleeping fisherwoman, she saw that the bucket of crucian carp, has stiffly died.
She walked back to the cabin barrel; the sick child to wake up, face look thinner, more severe cough.The old peasant woman with everyone to the river to see; through their paddy fields, by the way look.Did not think of only a few days time, finished, Inaba Inaho has gone, leaving only the stiffened up light stalk.She was anxious to stomp, mourn, burst into tears.We ran to ask her to persuade her to see it in the middle of the field, the scarecrow.
Written in June 7, 1922.