The article about philosophy in Zhu Ziqing's prose

The following are all Zhu Ziqing's most famous essays: "Moonlight on the Lotus Pond". I feel rather restless these days. Sitting in the yard to enjoy the cool tonight, I suddenly remembered the lotus pond that I walked through every day. In the light of this full moon, it should look different. The moon gradually rose, and the children's laughter on the road outside the wall was no longer audible; My wife is patting Leap in the room, humming a sleep song in a daze. I quietly put on a big shirt and took the door out. Along the lotus pond, it is a winding small cinder road. This is a secluded road; Few people walk during the day, and the night is even lonelier. Around the lotus pond, there are many trees, which are lush. On one side of the road, there are some willows and some trees with unknown names. On a moonless night, the road is gloomy and a little scary. Tonight is very good, although the moonlight is still faint. I was the only one on the road, walking around with my hands behind my back. This piece of heaven and earth seems to be mine; I also like to go beyond my usual self and go to another world. I love to be lively and calm; Love to live in groups and love to be alone. Like tonight, a person can think of anything and think of nothing under this boundless moon, and he feels like a free person. What must be done during the day and what must be said can be ignored now. This is the beauty of being alone, and I will enjoy the boundless moonlight of lotus fragrance. Above the winding lotus pond, I look forward to the leaves of Tian Tian. The leaves are high out of the water, like a slim skirt. Among the layers of leaves, there are some white flowers dotted sporadically, some are blooming gracefully, and some are shyly budding; Just like a pearl, like a star in a blue sky, like a beauty who just came out of the bath. When the breeze passed by, it sent wisps of fragrance, like a faint song on a tall building in the distance. At this time, the leaves and flowers also trembled a little, like lightning, and passed across the lotus pond in an instant. The leaves were close to each other side by side, so there was a clear wave mark. Under the leaves is the flowing water, which is covered and can't see some colors; And the leaves are more exposed to the wind. Moonlight, like running water, falls quietly on this leaf and flower. A thin blue mist floated in the lotus pond. Leaves and flowers seem to be washed in milk; It's like a dream in a gauze cage. Although it is a full moon, there is a faint cloud in the sky, so it can't shine; But I think this is just the benefit-a deep sleep is indispensable, and a nap is also unique. The moonlight shone through the trees, and the bushes in the high places dropped jagged and mottled shadows, which were as steep as ghosts; The sparse shadows of curved willows seem to be painted on lotus leaves. The moonlight in the pond is uneven; But light and shadow have a harmonious melody, such as a famous song played on the Vatican. All around the lotus pond, far and near, high and low are trees, and willows are the most. These trees surround a lotus pond; Only on the side of the path, there are some gaps, which seem to be specially left for the moonlight. One example of tree color is cloudy, which looks like a cloud of smoke at first glance; But the abundance of willows can be recognized in the smoke. There are distant mountains in the treetops, which are only a little careless. There are also one or two lights leaking through the cracks in the trees. It is the eyes of those who are thirsty to sleep that are listless. At this time, the most lively things are cicadas in the trees and frogs in the water; But the excitement is theirs. I have nothing. I suddenly remembered the matter of picking lotus. Lotus picking is an old custom in Jiangnan, which seems to have existed for a long time, but it flourished in the Six Dynasties. You can get a rough idea from the poem. The lotus-pickers are teenage girls, who go there swinging boats and singing colourful songs. Needless to say, there are a lot of lotus pickers, and there are people who watch lotus pickers. It was a lively season and a romantic season. It is well said in Emperor Liang Yuan's "Lotus Picking Fu": So the demon is a child and a girl, and she is willing to boat; The snipe made its first Xu Hui and passed the feather cup; I will move and the algae will hang, and the ship will move and open. Erqi slim waist bundle element, delay gu bu; After the beginning of summer and the end of spring, the leaves are tender and the flowers are early. I am afraid of touching the petticoats and smiling, and I am afraid of tilting the boat and gathering it. It can be seen that there was a scene of wandering at that time. This is really interesting, but it's a pity that we have no happiness now. Then I remembered the sentence in "Xizhou Qu": picking lotus in Nantang in autumn, the lotus is over the head; Low head Fiddle the lotus seed in the water, the lotus seed is as green as the lake. If there are lotus pickers tonight, the lotus here will be considered "over the head"; It is impossible to see only some shadows of running water. This makes me really miss Jiangnan. -thinking like this, I suddenly looked up and felt that it was already my own door; Gently push the door and go in, there is no sound, and my wife has been asleep for a long time. July 1927, tsinghua campus, Beijing. In a hurry, the swallow has gone, and there is a time to come again; Willow withered, there is a time to be green again; Peach blossoms have withered, but they bloom again. But, smart, tell me, why are our days gone forever? Someone stole them: who is that? Where is it hidden? They escaped by themselves: where are they now? I don't know how many days they gave me; But my hands are getting empty. Counting silently, more than 8 thousand days have slipped away from me; Like a drop of water on the needle tip in the sea, my days are dripping in the stream of time, without sound or shadow. I can't help but burst into tears. Go wherever you go, come wherever you come, and in the middle of it, what a hurry? When I got up in the morning, two or three oblique suns shot into the hut. The sun has feet, and it has moved gently and quietly; I also follow the rotation blankly. So-when washing your hands, the days pass from the basin; When eating, the days pass from the rice bowl; When I am silent, I pass by my eyes. I realized that he was in a hurry, and when I reached out to cover it, he passed by the covered hand again. When it was dark, I was lying in bed, and he quickly crossed me and flew away from my feet. When I open my eyes and see the sun again, it will be another day. I covered my face and sighed. But the shadow of the new day began to flash with a sigh. What can I do in the world of thousands of households in the days when I am flying away? Only wandering, only rushing; In the rush of more than 8 thousand days, what is left except wandering? The past days, like smoke, were dispersed by the breeze, like mist, evaporated by Chu Yang; What traces do I leave? Have I ever left traces like gossamer? I came to this world naked, and I will go back naked in a blink of an eye, right? But it can't be flat. Why do you have to go this time for nothing? You are clever, tell me, why are our days gone forever? On March 28, 1922, Spring looked forward to it, looking forward to it. The east wind came and the pace of spring was near. Everything looks like I just woke up, and I opened my eyes with joy. The mountains are moist, the water is growing, and the sun is blushing. Grass crept out of the soil, tender and green. In the garden, in the field, look, there are a lot of them. Sit, lie down, play two rolls, kick a few balls, race a few times, and catch a few times. The wind is light and quiet, and the grass is soft. Peach, apricot and pear trees, you won't let me, I won't let you, they are all full of flowers. Red is like fire, pink is like chardonnay and white is like snow. With the sweetness in the flowers, the trees seem to be full of peaches, Xinger and pears when I close my eyes! Hundreds of bees are buzzing under the flowers, and butterflies of different sizes are flying around. Wild flowers are everywhere: miscellaneous, named, unnamed, scattered in the grass, like eyes, like stars, still blinking. "Blowing your face is not cold in the willows", yes, like a mother's hand stroking you. The wind brings the smell of newly turned earth, mixed with the smell of grass, and the fragrance of various flowers, all brewing in the slightly moist air. Birds are happy when they nest in the flowers and leaves. calling friends shows off her crisp throat and sings a melody that is in harmony with the light wind and flowing water. The piccolo of the shepherd boy on the cow's back is ringing loudly all day at this time. Rain is the most common, it lasts for three or two days. Don't be annoyed, look, it's like ox hair, like a flower needle, like a filament, woven in a dense diagonal, and there is a thin layer of smoke on the roof. The leaves are bright green, and the grass is green enough to force your eyes. In the evening, the lights were turned on, and a little yellow light set off a quiet and peaceful night. Go to the countryside, on the path, by the stone bridge, people walking slowly with umbrellas; There are also farmers who work in the fields, wearing withers and hats. Their thatched cottage is sparse and silent in the rain. There are more kites in the sky and more children on the ground. In the city and countryside, every household, old and young, came out one by one as if they were in a hurry. Relax your muscles and bones, be full of energy, and do your own thing. "A year's plan is in spring"; Just started, have a plenty of time, have a plenty of hope. Spring is like a newly born doll. It is new from head to toe, and it grows. Spring is like a little girl, beautifully dressed, smiling and walking. Spring is like a strong young man with iron arms and waist and feet. He leads us forward. Qinhuai River in the Shadow of Paddle Lights One night in August 1923, I swam Qinhuai River with Ping Bo. Pingbo was a beginner, but I started again. We hired a "seven boards" and got off the boat when the sunset had gone and the bright moon came. So the paddle gurgled-gurgled, and we began to appreciate the taste of the Qinhuai River, which is full of rosy history. The boats in Qinhuai River are better than those in Beijing Wanji Garden and Summer Palace, better than those in West Lake and better than those in Yangzhou Slender West Lake. The boats in these places are either stupid or crude and cramped; Can't arouse the feelings of passengers, like a boat on the Qinhuai River. There are two kinds of ships in Qinhuai River: one is the big ship; One is the boat, the so-called "seven boards". The big cabin is wide and can accommodate twenty or thirty people. It is furnished with calligraphy and painting and bright mahogany furniture, and the tables are all embedded with cold marble surfaces. The panes are finely carved, which makes people feel soft and greasy. Red and blue glass is reflected in the pane; There are exquisite patterns on the glass, which are also quite pleasing to the eye. Although the scale of the "seven boards" is not as large as that of a big ship, the light blue railings and open cabins are also full of people's feelings. And the best part is in front of its cabin. In front of the cabin is a part on the deck. There is an arc-shaped top on it, and both sides are supported by sparse columns. There are usually two rattan loungers in it. Lie down, you can talk about the sky, you can look far, and you can look around the river houses on both sides. There is this on the big ship, so it is more clear in the small boat. Under the roof in front of the cabin, all lights are hung; The number of lights, the brightness, the fineness and the brilliance of the colors are different. But at least I always give you a lantern. This lantern is really the most attractive thing. When the night falls down, lights are lit on ships and boats. Reflecting the yellow astigmatism from the double glass, a hazy haze appeared; Through this haze, in the dark water waves, the bright ripples are stirred up. In this thin haze and slight ripples, who can not be led into his dream while listening to the leisurely intermittent paddle sound? There are too many dreams. How can these big and small boats afford it? At this time, we are vaguely talking about the colorful traces of Qinhuai River in the late Ming Dynasty, such as Peach Blossom Fan and Banqiao Miscellanies. We are really fascinated. We seem to have seen with our own eyes the scene when the lights reflected the water and the boat was painted in Ling Bo. So our ship became a heavy load of history. At last, we suddenly saw the ship on the Qinhuai River, so it was because of many historical images that Yali was more attractive than other places. The water of Qinhuai River is blue and cloudy; It looks thick but not greasy, or is it condensed by the gold powder of the Six Dynasties? When we first boarded the ship, the sky was still dark, and the rippling soft waves were so quiet and euphemistic that we wanted to have a wide sky while looking forward to the land of drunkenness. When the lights are on, the gloom becomes heavy: the dim water is like a dream; The occasional flashing light is the eye of a dream. We sat in front of the cabin, because of the uplift of the ceiling, as if we always walked forward with our heads held high; So we, who are on cloud nine, look at the boats moored in the comfortable bay, and the lantern-like figures in the boats are like the lower bound, far away, and hazy as watching flowers in the fog. By this time, we had crossed the Lishe Bridge and saw Dongguan Head. Intermittent songs were heard along the road: some floated from the prostitutes' building along the river, and some came from the boat on the river. We know that those songs are just the words that are followed, and they come from the raw voice mechanically; However, they have been blown by the breeze and the waves on a summer night, and when they reach our ears gracefully, they are not only their songs, but also the whispers of the breeze and the river. So we have to be provoked, shocked, and immersed in this song. Turn from the East Junction to the Bay, and you will soon arrive at Dazhong Bridge. Dazhong Bridge has three arches, all of which are very wide, just like three gates; It makes us feel that our boat and us in it are really colorless when we pass under the bridge. Bridge brick is dark brown, indicating its long history; But they are all intact, which makes people feel too worried about the solid beauty of ancient projects. There are houses with wooden walls on both sides of the bridge, and there should be a street in the middle? These houses are dilapidated, and the traces of years of smoke have obscured the beauty of that year. I imagine that at the height of the Qinhuai River, when a house was specially built on such a vast bridge, it must be richly painted. It must be brightly lit at night. Now all that's left is darkness! But the houses built on the bridge, after all, make us more or less imagine the prosperity of the past; This is also a consolation. After crossing the Dazhong Bridge, we arrived at the Qinhuai River, where the lights and the moon were shining and the songs were sung all night. This is the true face of Qinhuai River. Outside the large and medium-sized bridge, it is suddenly empty, which is very different from the dense families lined up on both sides of the bridge. At first glance, the sparse forest, the faint moon, lining the blue sky, is quite like a wild river crossing the scene; Over there, dense and gloomy, there seems to be endless darkness: it is almost unbelievable that it is the bustling Qinhuai River. However, the dizzy lights in the river, the vertical and horizontal painting boats, the melodious flute rhyme and the squeaky sound of the Hu Qin finally made us know the Qinhuai water as green as old wine. There are more days here, so I feel late at night; From the clear Shui Ying, what we feel is only a thin night-this is the night of Qinhuai River. Outside the Dazhong Bridge, there was originally a complex bridge, which was the best place for us to travel in the boatman's mouth, or the best place for the prosperity of Qinhuai River. My foot once stepped on the ridge of the bridge, when I was thirteen or fourteen years old. However, I visited Qinhuai River twice, but I never saw the face of the bridge. Knowing that there is always a future, I often feel a little illusory. I think it's better not to see it. It was midsummer. After we got off the boat, the summer heat has gradually dissipated through the new cool night and the breeze on the river; When I arrived here, I was suddenly enlightened, and my body was suddenly lighter-the breezy breeze was lingering on my face, hands and clothes, which made me feel a new cool again. The sunshine in Nanjing is probably not as fierce as that in Hangzhou; Summer nights in the West Lake are always hot and fluffy, and the water seems to be boiling, but the water in Qinhuai River is always so coldly green. Let your shadow fall, and the song disturb you, as if you were separated by a thin layer of green gauze; It is always so quiet and cold and green. When we got out of the Dazhong Bridge and couldn't walk half a mile, the boatman rowed the boat aside and stopped the oar and let it fall. He thought it was the peak of prosperity, and then it was desolate; So let's appreciate it for a while. He squatted quietly himself. He is used to seeing this situation, and he is only about one. This is all right, whether it is rising or sinking, in short, it is higher than us. At that time, the river was extremely hot; Most of the boat is moored, while the other half is shuttling on the water. All the berths are on the side near the city, and our ship is naturally caught in it. Because it is slightly crowded here, I feel that it is very sparse there. When each boat passes by, we can draw its light shadow and winding waves in our hearts; This is obvious