Lead: Zhu Ziqing studied in a private school and was deeply influenced by China traditional culture. He entered the higher primary school in 1912. The following are Zhu Ziqing's short essays that I compiled for you. Welcome to read and learn from them! Zhu Ziqing's Short Prose (1)
Looking forward to, looking forward to, the east wind is coming, and the pace of spring is approaching.
Everything looks like I just woke up, and I opened my eyes with joy. The mountains are moist, the water is rising, and the sun is blushing.
The grass crept out of the soil, tender and green. In the garden, in the field, look, there are a lot of them. Sit, wade, roll twice, kick a few balls, race a few times, and catch a few times of hide-and-seek. The wind is quiet and the grass is soft.
Peach trees, apricot trees and pear trees, you won't let me, and I won't let you. They are all in full bloom. Red is like fire, pink is like chardonnay and white is like snow. The flowers are sweet, and when I close my eyes, the trees seem to be full of peaches, Xinger and pears! 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.
"It's not cold to blow your face", which is good, like a mother's hand stroking you. The wind brings some new earthy smell, mixed with the smell of grass, and the fragrance of various flowers is brewing in the slightly moist air. Birds nest in the flowers and leaves, and they are happy. calling friends shows off her crisp throat and sings a melodious song, which 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, and it lasts for two or three days. Don't be annoyed. Look, it's like ox hair, like a flower needle, like a filament, densely woven diagonally, 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. Going to the countryside, on the path, by the stone bridge, there are people walking slowly with umbrellas; There are also farmers who work in the fields, wearing withers and hats. Their houses are sparse and silent in the rain.
There are more kites in the sky and more children on the ground. Every family, old and young, in the city and countryside, came out one by one. Relax your muscles and bones, brace yourself, and do your part. "A year's plan lies in spring", just beginning, there is plenty of time and hope.
Spring is like a newly born doll. Its feet are new from the beginning and it grows.
spring is like a little girl, beautifully dressed, smiling and walking.
Spring is like a strong young man with iron arms, waist and feet, leading us forward. Zhu Ziqing's Short Prose (2)
I haven't seen my father for more than two years, and what I can't forget most is his back. That winter, my grandmother died, and my father's errand was discharged. It was a day when it never rains but it pours. I went from Beijing to Xuzhou, and I planned to go home with my father. When I went to Xuzhou to see my father, I saw the messy things in the courtyard and thought of my grandmother. I couldn't help but shed tears. Father said, "it's so, don't be sad, but god never shuts one door but he opens another!" "
when I went home to sell the pledge, my father paid the deficit; Borrowed money for the funeral again. These days, the situation at home is very bleak, half for funeral and half for father's leisure. After the funeral, my father will go to Nanjing for a job, and I will go back to Beijing to study, so we will go together.
When I arrived in Nanjing, a friend made an appointment to go sightseeing and stayed for one day. The next morning, you have to cross the river to Pukou and get on the bus to go north in the afternoon. Because my father was busy, he had already decided not to see me off, and asked a familiar waiter in the hotel to accompany me. He repeatedly told the waiter, very carefully. But he was finally worried that the waiter would be inappropriate; I hesitated for a while. In fact, I was twenty years old that year, and I had been to and from Beijing two or three times, so it didn't matter. He hesitated for a while, and finally decided to take me there himself. I advised him not to go two or three times; He just said, "Never mind, they can't go well!"
we crossed the river and entered the station. I bought the ticket, and he was busy looking after the luggage. There is too much luggage, so you have to tip the porter before you can go there. He was busy bargaining with them again. I was so clever at that time that I always felt that his speech was not beautiful and I had to interrupt myself. But he finally settled the price; Just walk me to the car. He selected a chair near the door for me; I spread the purple coat he made for me and sat down. He told me to be careful on the road, to be alert at night and not to catch cold. And asked the waiter to take good care of me. I laughed at his pedantry in my heart; They only know money, and it's nothing to trust them! Besides, at my age, can't I take care of myself? Well, now that I think about it, it was so clever at that time!
I said, "Dad, you go." He looked out of the car and said, "I'll buy some oranges." You stay here, don't walk around. " I think there are some vendors waiting for customers outside the fence on the platform over there. Those who walk to the platform over there must cross the railway, jump down and climb up. Father is a fat man, so it is naturally more troublesome to walk there. I was going to go, but he refused, so I had to let him go. I saw him hobbling to the railway side in a small black hat, a big black jacket and a dark blue cotton gown, and slowly leaning down, which was not difficult. But it is not easy for him to climb the platform over there when he crosses the railway. He climbed it with both hands, and his feet shrank up again; His fat body leans slightly to the left, showing signs of hard work. Then I saw his back, and my tears quickly flowed down. I quickly wiped away my tears, fearing that he would see it and others would see it. When I looked out again, he had hugged the scarlet orange and looked back. When crossing the railway, he first scattered the oranges on the ground, climbed down slowly by himself, and then picked them up and left. When I got here, I hurried to help him. He and I walked to the car and put oranges on my fur coat. So I threw myself at the dirt on my clothes, feeling very relaxed. After a while, I said, "I'm leaving; Write over there! " I watched him go out. He took a few steps, turned around and saw me and said, "Go in, there's no one inside." When his back was mixed with people coming and going, I couldn't find it anymore, so I came in and sat down, and my tears came again.
in recent years, my father and I have been running around, and the situation at home is getting worse every day. He went out to make a living as a teenager, supported by himself, and did many great things. That knowing the old world is so depressed! He was so sad that he couldn't help himself. If you are depressed in the middle, it is natural to send it out; Family trifles often touch his anger. He treated me differently. But in the last two years, he finally forgot my bad, just thinking about me and my son. After I came to the north, he wrote a letter to me, which said, "I am in good health, but my arm hurts. It is inconvenient to lift my pen and pen, and the time for my departure is not far away." I read here, and in the crystal tears, I saw the back of the fat, blue cotton gown and black mandarin jacket. Alas! I don't know when I can see him again!