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IT WAS WANG LUNG’S MARRIAGE DAY. AT FIRST, opening his eyes in the blackness of the curtains about his bed, he could not think why the dawn seemed different from any other. The house was still except for the faint, gasping cough of his old father, whose room was opposite to his own across the middle room. Every morning the old man’s cough was the first sound to be heard. Wang Lung usually lay listening to it, and moved only when he heard it approaching nearer and when he heard the door of his father’s room squeak upon its wooden hinges. But this morning he did not wait.
He sprang up and pushed aside the curtains of his bed. It was dark, ruddy dawn, and through a small square hole of a window, where the tattered paper fluttered, a glimpse of the bronze sky gleamed. He went to the hole and tore the paper away. ‘It is spring and I do not need this,’ he muttered. He was ashamed to say aloud that he wished the house to look neat on this day. The hole was barely large enough to admit his hand, and he thrust it out to feel of the air.
A small soft wind blew gently from the east, a wind mild and murmurous and full of rain. It was a good omen. The fields needed rain for fruition. There would be no rain this day, but within a few days, if this wind continued, there would be water. It was good. Yesterday he had said to his father that if this brazen, glittering sunshine continued, the wheat could not fill in the ear. Now it was as if Heaven had chosen this day to wish him well. Earth would bear fruit.