Zhang Ailing is a famous modern essayist and novelist. She was born in a declining aristocratic family, her parents were at odds and divorced at an early age. Her mother traveled across the ocean in pursuit of a new life, while she and her brother grew up beside her father.
Although she grew up in a lonely environment, her rich collection of books and her talent have long been attached to words.
When I was four years old, I invited my family's private school and began to read to her and her brother. Many people don't know where Zhang Ailing's brush strokes came from at the earliest, but the education of actual classical culture is the foundation. Those profound and concise ancient books, or Zhang Ailing's childhood, are not well understood, but after Zhang Ailing's debut, the profound images in the fluent and fresh words can be found in classical Chinese education.
For example, she is good at blending into the classical artistic conception with her eyes, which is concise. Whispering begins with "Whispering in the middle of the night, the moon falls like a golden basin". In the love of the whole city, it is interpreted as "life and death are broad, children are born, hold your hand, and grow old with their children." Almost every topic in her prose presents many meanings in classical literature, such as "gossip", which is trivial language on the one hand and water writing on the other.
When studying in middle school, her father was very satisfied with her composition and encouraged her to write classical poems. Zhang Ailing once wrote three quatrains, but unfortunately none of them have been handed down. In her essay Whispering, Zhang Ailing wrote two sentences from Summer Rain, which is one of her few ancient poems.
Judging from her writing age, she is a 13-year-old middle school student in Shanghai Santa Maria Girls' School.
Thirteen-year-old Zhang Ailing is in the embryonic stage of her youth, but she was born in an unharmonious family. Her father remarried and her mother went abroad. She grew up in an ancient family, but she was exposed to the most advanced schools. In the gap between the old and the new, the pressure of the times and family is suppressed, but the power of youth itself has grown. Only with such a poem, it looks particularly fresh but powerful.
"The sound is like uncovering drums to promote flowers, and Yu He opens the first branch."
Zhang Ailing said, "I am extremely sensitive to colors, notes and words" and "I love to use words with strong colors and sonorous voices". This is a talented girl, sensitive and romantic to the outside world, but full of upward self-confidence, and Zhang Ailing is also sensitive to the depression reflected by her body and heart.
This summer's rain is like a drum. In the intensive rainstorm, a lotus flower blooms in the rain.
It's like making an intensive appearance on the stage.
So where did the origin of the ancient flowers come from? From an allusion in the Tang Dynasty, Emperor Xuanzong of the Tang Dynasty liked to play Jie drums, and the apricot blossoms were in full bloom in the garden. The knot drum is a kind of drum with a thin waist in the middle, which is dense and high for the western regions and vibrates the dance steps.
This poem was written by Zhang Ailing, who is 13 years old. She has a vigorous spirit in her heart. After reading many ancient poems, I found that this bright and fresh writing is only Zhang Ailing.
"Making a sound of ancient times is a brocade, and a pot of wine is a pool."
"Jiegu drives the wind lotus, and Xiao does not put ants and turtles to sleep."
In the metaphor of Gu Lian, Zhang Ailing has no power inside or outside. Even Yang Wanli, "Xiao He only shows sharp corners, and dragonflies have long stood on his head." None of them has the resistance of life itself.
No wonder Zhang Ailing wanted to write these poems into her prose after she became famous. That represents her pure enthusiasm when she was thirteen.
The 22-year-old Zhang Ailing returned to Shanghai because of the war, and the first fragrance in her hand was agarwood chips. With fresh writing and intriguing stories, she suddenly became as famous as fireworks. The new style of writing is classical and called legend. Someone calls it a person who shines on the water.
However, Zhang Ailing's early works are worthy of the fresh and unique title of "flowers by the water". Like a lotus flower blooming its first branch in the rain.
In fact, Zhang Ailing rarely writes about lotus flowers. She doesn't like it?
Not at all. Because I like it.
In Zhang Ailing's novels, there are many girls like Guanyin, and China's Guanyin is correct, compassionate and lotus-like. And the women in her works are lonely and depressed, although they are good-looking and beautiful. Just like the flowers on the water, they are forced to be bullied by fate, whether it is the prosperity in Flowers Withering or the seven cracks in The Golden Lock. Zhang Ailing is the best writer to write about the fate and suffering of women.
Although she seldom writes with lotus flowers, in little reunion, she likes ink as gold, and only uses one lotus sentence.
"His reddish smiling face leans against her, and it is a red lotus growing in the sea of suffering."
Zhang Ailing is lonely. Looking back on all kinds of personnel in life with such beautiful words, she is calm after ever-changing So no matter who the other person is, whether he lied to her or not. What she likes best is that it brings her a lotus-like feeling of joy and stability. Although the reality proves that this is an illusion and disappointment.
Then back to this lotus poem when she was thirteen years old, Zhang Ailing lived like a lotus flower, seeking love and making a living, but in that era, disappointment was the normal state of fate.
Zhang Ailing's attitude towards life and feelings is the same as that of Lotus. Love is love, and joy returns to joy, but it is not slow. Some people think that she was lonely in her later years, but I think she has already reconciled with loneliness and chose the lotus life.
The first coat wins the snow for you to interpret the love and beauty in classical poetry. .