Main work
The history of Chiduxin
Russia: A Journey with Jonathan Dimbleby
Redundant words
Translation of Gorky's Selected Works from 65438 to 0932
Compilation of Reality —— Essays on Marxist Literature and Art
works appreciation
The first swallow in Jiangnan
Ten thousand suburbs are green, fighting against the cold wave, and building new nests with new mud.
I am the first swallow in the south of the Yangtze River, and I write Genting for spring scenery.
Operator Yongmei.
Living alone in this world, happy without a master.
When the clouds under my eyes are gone, I am happy.
Flowers fall to know the wind and rain in the last spring.
The letter will come again next spring. It should smell as good as before.
Hong mei ge
Outside the East Gate, Xiang will visit Hongmei.
In spring, the branches are noisy and the trees are covered with snowflakes.
Gu Zhuo's road overpasses are simmering, and smoke and wet dancing are lingering.
Among them, there are the best, one by one into the cold glass.
Sitting for a long time is not too late.
Chanting chrysanthemum
Flowers bloom this year, so white jade pots should be planted.
Only autumn is light, and there is nowhere to find frost marks.
Crying mother poem
If you are poor, you will not kiss, and the blue shirt will add new tears.
Qu Qiubai: Redundant words.
"If you know me, I am worried; If you don't know me, what do I want? " Why do you say it? -Generation sequence
Since words are superfluous, why say them? When life comes to an end, the remaining days can't be counted by years or even weeks. Even if you have something to say, you can say it.
Stop talking.
Unfortunately, however, I was involved in "historical entanglements" ―― until now, many people outside still wonder what I am like. Not afraid of being accused and blamed, but afraid of being "admired". I hope that young people in the future will not learn from me and think what I wrote before represents. Therefore, I want to write some last and most frank words before the end of the rest of my life.
And because of "historical misunderstanding", I have done political work for fifteen years. -just because I can't bear it, I can never do it well. I do this in my hand and think about that in my heart. At that time, it was forbidden to talk about your own ideas, and you should play a certain role at any time. Now I have been completely disarmed and pulled out of the team, leaving me alone, with uncontrollable impulses and needs in my heart. Say something from the heart and completely expose the truth inside. The self-analysis temper of petty-bourgeois intellectuals, which the Bolsheviks hated, could not but burst out.
Although I know that what is written here may not reach readers, and it may not be of publishing value, I'll write it anyway. People often like to chat, and sometimes no matter who they are listening to, they will have a happy chat. Besides, I am on the eve of extinction, and this is my last chance to "talk about the sky"!
( 1935? Five? 17 in tingzhou prison)
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