"Hurry" is a famous article by Zhu Ziqing. The article closely follows the word "hurry", delicately depicting the traces of the passage of time, and expressing the author's helplessness and regret for the passage of time. Although sad, it is not decadent and depressed.
Original text of "Hurry"
The swallows have gone, but there will be a time to come again; the willows have withered, but there is a time to be green again; the peach blossoms have faded, but there is a time to bloom again. But tell me, wise one, why are our days gone forever? ——Someone stole them: who is that? Where is it hidden? It's just that they escaped on their own: where are they now?
I don’t know how many days they gave me; but my hands are becoming increasingly empty. Counting silently, more than eight thousand days have slipped by my hands; just like drops of water on a needle's tip dripping into the ocean, my days have been dripping into the flow of time, without sound or shadow. I couldn't help but feel dizzy and burst into tears.
Even though what has gone has gone, and what has come is still coming; how hurried is it in between? When I got up in the morning, two or three slanting sun beams came into the hut. The sun has feet, and it moves on gently and quietly; I also spin along with it aimlessly. Thus--when I wash my hands, the days pass by the sink; when I eat, the days pass by the rice bowl; when I am silent, the days pass by before my gazeful eyes. I can feel his haste now, so I reach out my hands to hold him back, but he keeps flowing past my withholding hands. In the evening, as I lie in bed, he will stride over my body and fly past my feet in his agile way. Went. When I open my eyes and see the sun again, another day has slipped away. I hid my face and sighed. But the shadow of the new days began to flash through the sigh again.
What can I do in this world of thousands of households in the days when I am escaping like flying away? There is only wandering, nothing but hurrying; in the rush of more than eight thousand days, what is left but wandering? The past days are like light smoke, blown away by the breeze, like mist, evaporated by the early sun; what traces do I leave behind? Have I ever left traces like gossamers? I came to this world naked, will I go back naked in a blink of an eye? But I can't get over it, why do I have to go through this life in vain?
You smart man, tell me, why are our days gone forever? A brief introduction to the text of "Hurry"
This article is a popular prose written by the famous modern writer Zhu Ziqing. The article closely follows the word "hurry", delicately depicts the passage of time, and expresses the author's helplessness and regret for the passage of time.
This article focuses on the narrative of "hurry". First, it writes about the characteristics of days that are gone forever; then, it writes about the hurriedness and fleetingness of more than 8,000 days. The author's thoughts are endless, and the scenery is When it comes to people, they sigh endlessly. Finally, the author expresses his inner sigh. The characteristics of the article: first, the structure is exquisite, the layers are clear, the inheritance is natural, and the beginning and the end echo; second, the writing is elegant and timeless, simple and concise; third, the scene is blended, whether it is about swallows, willows, peach blossoms, or the sun, it is all related to "we Why are those days gone and never come back?" The exclamation is integrated into one, and the author's helplessness and regret for the passage of time are everywhere revealed. Introduction to Zhu Ziqing
Zhu Ziqing (November 22, 1898 - August 12, 1948) was originally named Zihua, with the nickname Qiushi, and later changed his name to Ziqing, with the courtesy name Peixian. Modern Chinese essayist, poet, scholar, and democracy fighter.
Originally from Shaoxing, Zhejiang, he was born in Donghai County, Jiangsu Province (now Pingming Town, Donghai County, Lianyungang City). Later, he settled in Yangzhou with his grandfather and father, claiming that "I am a Yangzhou native." He graduated from high school in 1916 and was successfully admitted to the preparatory course of Peking University. He began publishing poetry in 1919. In 1928, the first collection of essays "Back" was published. In July 1932, he was appointed director of the Department of Chinese Literature at Tsinghua University. In 1934, "Miscellaneous Notes on European Travel" and "Miscellaneous Notes on London" were published. In 1935, he published a collection of essays "You and Me". He died in Peiping due to gastric perforation on August 12, 1948. He was only 50 years old.