Zhu Ziqing is an important figure that cannot be ignored in the history of modern Chinese literature, and is also an important figure that cannot be ignored in the education system of the Republic of China. Here are the articles written by Zhu Ziqing that I have compiled for you. I hope you like it.
Zhu Ziqing’s article 1 on green: Green
When I went to Xianyan for the second time, I was surprised by how green Meiyutan was.
Meiyu Lake is a waterfall pond. There are three waterfalls in Xian Waterfall, with Meiyu Waterfall being the lowest. When I walked to the edge of the mountain, I heard the sound of flowers. When I raised my head, a strip of white and shiny water appeared in front of me, embedded in two wet black edges.
We first went to Meiyu Pavilion. The Meiyu Pavilion is facing the waterfall; sitting by the pavilion, you can see the entire waterfall without raising your head. Deep under the pavilion is the Meiyu Lake. This pavilion stands on a protruding corner of the rock, and is empty from top to bottom; as if a goshawk is floating in the sky with its wings spread. There are mountains on three sides, like half a ring surrounding it; people feel like they are at the bottom of a well. It's an overcast autumn day. Slight clouds flowed above us; the rock faces and grasses all revealed a bit of greenery from the moisture. And the waterfall seemed to be particularly loud. The waterfall rushed down from above, as if it had been torn into several large and small strands; it was no longer a neat and smooth cloth. There are many edges and corners on the rock; when the waterfall passes by, it makes a sharp impact and splashes like flying flowers and broken jade. The splash of water is crystal clear and multi-awned; looking from a distance, it looks like one after another small white plum blossoms, falling one after another like a light rain. It is said that this is why Meiyu Lake got its name. But I think it is more accurate like Yang Hua. When the breeze picks up, the little bits drift away with the wind, and they are even more poplar flowers. --At this time, by chance, a few points were sent into our warm embrace, and they quickly slipped in, never to be found again.
The shining green of Meiyu Lake attracts us; we begin to chase her divine light of separation and separation. Holding on to the grass and rocks, I carefully leaned down, bowed through a stone dome door, and arrived at the edge of the clear blue pool. The waterfall is between the sleeves; but there is no waterfall in my heart. My heart swayed with the green of the pool. The intoxicating green is like a huge lotus leaf, full of strange green. I wanted to open my arms and hug her; but what a delusion this was. --Standing by the water, looking over there, it actually feels a bit far away! This flat, thick green is really cute. She is loosely wrinkled, like a young woman's trailing skirt; she is playing with it gently, like the beating heart of a virgin in first love; she is smooth and bright, as if she has been coated with varnish, with eggs. It is so soft and tender, making you think of the tenderest skin you have ever touched; it is not mixed with any tricks, just like a piece of warm jasper, with only one clear color - but you can't see through it. !I once saw the green poplar trees in Shichahai, Beijing, but they couldn’t escape the light yellow color. They seemed too light. I once saw the tall and deep "green wall" next to Hupao Temple in Hangzhou, with endless green grass and green leaves overlapping it. It seemed too dense. For the rest, the waves in the West Lake are too bright, and the waves in the Qinhuai River are too dark. My dear, how can I compare you to you? How can I compare it? Probably the pool is very deep, so it can contain such strange green; it’s as if the blue sky melted into it, so it’s like this So fresh and moist. --That intoxicating green! If I could cut a belt for you, I would give it to that light dancing girl; she would be able to float in the wind. If I could use you as an eye, I would give it to the blind girl who is good at singing; she will have bright eyes and good vision. I can't let you go; how can I let you go? I pat you and caress you with my hands, like a twelve or thirteen year old girl. I touched your entrance again and kissed her. I'll give you a name. I'll call you "Daughter Green" from now on, okay?
When I went to Xianyan for the second time, I couldn't help but be surprised by how green Meiyutan was.
Zhu Ziqing’s second article on green: Moonlight over the lotus pond
My heart has been quite uneasy these days. Tonight, I was sitting in the yard enjoying the shade, and suddenly I thought of the lotus pond I walked past every day. It must look different in the light of the full moon. The moon was gradually rising, and the laughter of the children on the road outside the wall could no longer be heard; my wife was patting Run'er in the house and humming a lullaby in a daze. I quietly put on my coat, closed the door and went out. Along the lotus pond is a winding small cinder road. This is a secluded road; few people walk it during the day, and it is even more lonely at night.
There are many trees growing on all sides of the lotus pond, lush and lush. On one side of the road are some willows and some trees whose names I don’t know. On a moonless night, the road is eerie and a bit scary. Tonight is very good, although the moonlight is still faint.
I was alone on the road, walking with my hands behind my back. This world seemed to belong to me; I also seemed to have transcended my ordinary self and entered another world. I love being lively and calm; I love being in groups and being alone. Like tonight, a person can think about anything and think about nothing alone under this vast moonlight, and he feels like a free person. Whatever you must do or say during the day can be ignored now. This is the beauty of being alone. Let me just enjoy the boundless lotus fragrance and moonlight. On the surface of the twists and turns of the lotus pond could be seen fields of leaves.
The leaves are high in the water, like the skirts of a graceful dancer. Among the layers of leaves, white flowers are dotted here and there, some are blooming gracefully and some are holding their petals shyly; just like individual bright pearls, stars in the blue sky, or flowers just emerging from the bath. beauty. The breeze passed by, bringing wisps of fragrance, like the faint singing from a tall building in the distance.
At that time, the leaves and flowers also trembled slightly, like lightning, which immediately spread across the lotus pond. The leaves were densely packed side by side, and there seemed to be a ripple of solid blue.
Under the leaves are veins of running water, which are covered and some colors cannot be seen; but the leaves are even more beautiful. The moonlight is like flowing water, quietly flowing on this leaf and flower. Thin green mist floats in the lotus pond. The leaves and flowers seem to have been washed in milk; they are also like a dream wrapped in a gauze. Although it is a full moon, there is a layer of light clouds in the sky, so it cannot shine brightly; but I think this is just the right thing. Sound sleep is indispensable, but taking a nap also has its own flavor. The moonlight shines through the trees, and the dense bushes high up cast jagged and mottled black shadows, as steep as ghosts; the sparse shadows of the curved willows seem to be painted on lotus leaves. The moonlight in the pond is not uniform; but the light and shadow have a harmonious melody, like the famous music played on the Buddhist bell. The lotus pond is surrounded by trees, far and near, high and low, among which willows are the most numerous.
These trees surrounded a lotus pond; only a few gaps were left on the side of the path, as if they were specially left for the moonlight. The color of the trees is gloomy, and at first glance they look like a cloud of smoke; but the beauty of the willows can also be distinguished in the smoke. Faintly looming above the treetops are distant mountains, just a general outline. There are one or two street lights leaking through the cracks in the trees, looking listless like sleepy eyes. The liveliest sounds at this time were the cicadas chirruping on the trees and the frogs croaking in the water; but the excitement was theirs and I enjoyed nothing.
Suddenly I remembered the matter of picking lotus. Picking lotus is an old custom in the south of the Yangtze River. It seems to have existed very early, and it was most popular during the Six Dynasties. We can roughly know it from poetry. Those who picked lotuses were young women. They went in boats and sang erotic songs. Needless to say, there are many people picking lotus, and there are also people watching lotus picking. It was a lively season and also a romantic season. Emperor Yuan of the Liang Dynasty said it well in "Poem of Picking the Lotus": So the fairy girl is willing to go boating; the bird's head slowly returns, and the feather cup is passed;
Your slender waist is tied up in plain clothes, which delays your steps; summer is beginning and spring is over, and the leaves are tender and the flowers are beginning to bloom. You are afraid that your clothes will be stained and smile lightly, and you are afraid of capsizing your boat and pull your train back. It can be seen that there was a lot of fun at that time. This is really interesting stuff, but unfortunately we are no longer blessed with it.
Then I remembered the sentence in "Xizhou Song": In the autumn of picking lotus in Nantang, the lotus flowers are more than the head; lowering the head to pick up the lotus seeds, the lotus seeds are as clear as water. If there are lotus pickers tonight, the number of lotus flowers here will be considered to be "more than the number of people". It's not enough to just see some shadows of running water. This makes me miss Jiangnan after all. ?Thinking like this, I suddenly raised my head and realized that I was already in front of my own door. I pushed the door gently and went in. There was no sound. My wife had been asleep for a long time. July 1927, Tsinghua University, Beijing.
Zhu Ziqing’s third article on green: Spring
Looking forward to, looking forward to, the east wind is coming, and the footsteps of spring are approaching.
Everything was like waking up from sleep, and Xinxinran opened his eyes. The mountains are moist, the water is growing, and the sun is blushing. The grass secretly emerged from the soil, tender and green. In the garden and in the fields, you can see that there are large areas full of them. Sit down, lie down, roll a few times, kick a few balls, race a few times, play hide-and-seek a few times. The wind is gentle and the grass is soft.
Peach trees, apricot trees, and pear trees, if you don’t let me, I won’t let you, they are all full of flowers. The red ones are like fire, the pink ones are like clouds, and the white ones are like snow. There is a sweetness in the flowers. When you close your eyes, the trees seem to be full of peaches, apricots, and pears! Thousands of bees are buzzing under the flowers, and butterflies of all sizes are flying around. Wild flowers are everywhere: various kinds, with names and without names, scattered in the grass, like eyes, like stars, and they are blinking.
?The willow wind is not cold on your face?, not bad, like a mother's hand caressing you. The wind brought the smell of newly turned soil, mixed with the smell of grass, and the fragrance of various flowers, all brewing in the slightly moist air. The birds settled their nests among the flowers and leaves, became happy, and showed off their clear throats to their friends, singing melodious songs that matched the gentle breeze and flowing water. The piccolo played by the shepherd boy on the cow's back was also ringing loudly all day long.
Rain is the most common, lasting for three or two days at a time. But don't be upset, look, it's like cow hair, like flower needles, like fine threads, densely woven diagonally, and there's a thin layer of smoke covering the roof of the house. The leaves of the trees are so green that it shines brightly, and the grass is so green that it hurts your eyes. In the evening, the lights were turned on, and a little yellow light created a quiet and peaceful night. In the countryside, on the small roads and by the stone bridges, there are people holding umbrellas and walking slowly; there are also farmers working in the fields, wearing straw hats and hats.
Their thatched cottages were sparse and silent in the rain. There are gradually more kites in the sky and more children on the ground. In the city and in the countryside, every household, old and young, came out one by one, as if they were rushing to go. Rejuvenate your muscles and bones, rouse yourself, and do your respective things. "A year's plan starts with spring"; at the beginning, there is plenty of time and plenty of hope. Spring is like a baby that just landed, it is new from head to toe and it is growing. Spring is like a little girl, full of flowers, smiling and walking.
Spring is like a strong young man, with iron-like arms, waist and feet. He leads us forward.
The above are the articles written by Zhu Ziqing that I compiled for you. I hope it will be helpful to you!