The wandering and sad mood and the spirit of struggling forward constitute the keynote of long poems. This is a portrayal of the mentality of Zhu Ziqing and a group of intellectuals similar to him during the ebb tide of the May 4th Movement. The disillusionment of fantasy and the darkness of reality have formed a depression in their hearts that they can't understand the present and touch the future. "Go downstream, let me live up to my natural life, and I will be ashamed and powerless if I go upstream."
It is in this state of mind that Zhu Ziqing and Yu Pingbo made a "three-night tour on the lake" in June 1922. Confused lakes and mountains, wandering mental state, "taught me to feel like a wisp of smoke, like a floating cloud, there is no place to stand." At that time, it was very painful to be entangled in temptation, and I was eager to destroy it. "A kind of self-destruction and self-renewal full of wandering, pain and struggle oscillates in the poet's heart." I can't stand this emptiness, so I feel I can't get carried away. Only by turning can I feel more at ease. "Where did you turn?" Throw away metaphysics and pay attention to reality. This is the life I intend to live. " (Xin Santong) "Throw away metaphysics and pay attention to reality" is not only a portrayal of the poet's soul, but also the theme of the long poem "Destruction".
Zhu Ziqing (1989- 1948) is a modern essayist and poet in China. Originally known as Huazi, Qiushi, later renamed Ziqing, the word Pei County. Originally from Shaoxing, Zhejiang; Because my grandfather and father have lived in Yangzhou for a long time, they are also called Yangzhou people. In private? Reading and receiving traditional feudal education. 19 16 was admitted to Peking University Preparatory College, and was promoted to the Department of Philosophy and the Department of Xu in the following year. 1920 graduated.
Under the May 4th movement, he started the road of literary creation. After graduating from college, he taught in Zhejiang Middle School, continued to participate in the New Literature Movement, became an early member of the Literature Research Association, and founded the first poetry magazine "Poetry"; And began to publish poetry collections at the end of 19 19. 1925 became a professor of Chinese Department of Tsinghua University and began to write prose in a unique style.
Zhu Ziqing's creation can be divided into three periods. /kloc-before 0/925, it was mainly poetry and was famous for its freshness and clarity; The content enthusiastically pursues light, or criticizes dark politics, or reveals anti-imperialist and anti-feudal revolutionary countries. Poems of this period, such as Light, New Year, Modern in the Cabin, etc.
/kloc-engaged in prose creation after 0/925, mostly focusing on scenery and lyricism, but also focusing on it? It shows the darkness of society, and some show his patriotism and humanitarianism. The works of this period include Moonlight on the Lotus Pond, Back, and Hurriedly.
After the victory of the Anti-Japanese War, he strongly criticized the dark reality, created many essays, and included them in collections such as Standards and Norms and Appreciation of Elegance and Vulgarity. He also wrote articles on the study and criticism of China's classical literature, including classical conversations and language records.
In Hangzhou in June. Because I spent three nights in the upper reaches of the lake, I felt like a wisp of smoke, like a floating cloud, and I couldn't stand on my feet at all. At that time, I was entangled in temptation and longed for destruction. Emotional, want to leave some traces. But people are very busy, so it is always difficult to write. Going home during the summer vacation, but writing a paragraph; But as time goes on, my interest is not as good as before. Come here in September to continue writing the first draft; The longer the interval, the worse the attitude. Until today, it is naturally boring! Fortunately, the mood will not change greatly, and the feelings of the day can still be traced back as far as possible, so there will be no great difference; Keep this manuscript for your own verification.
19221night record on February 9th.
Wandering halfway,
Depression,
It's me It's me
Five lights,
Ten colors,
A list at your fingertips:
This is so beautiful!
Sounds good!
Smell a strong fragrance,
Taste the greasy taste;
What your hand touches,
What I rely on,
Everything is going well,
It's soft!
Depressed!
Why is it so decadent? ——
Was pushed,
Be held in your arms,
Only between pitching and pitching,
Have you done it for a minute and a half?
In the dream,
In illness;
Only when I am senselessly awake!
I am in the white clouds,
The wind is blowing,
I'm in the abyss,
Undercurrent surging;
Only on the green soil,
Never print lightly, blur, my footprint!
I immigrated,
I immigrated;
Stand on tiptoe,
But you can't set foot on your own land!
It's been a long time,
Rotting in the dust,
The only lazy body left,
Several piles of shadows of black clusters!
The beginning of disillusionment,
I try my best:
"My dear, though ethereal,
My hometown-my hometown!
Go back! Go back! "
Although there is a huge pale moon,
Locked in a quiet lake,
It's foggy,
Misty;
Just like Buddha,
I'm waiting in line to sleep.
Fireflies can't find their way in the fog,
Just flying around in a flash.
Who put the lotus lantern on?
"Ha ha ha ha ~ ~" "Scared ~ ~"
With a deep flute,
The frogs nearby also rang.
Is being shaken,
Angered,
Said that he had slept in "Sister Yue's arm";
Really, who won't get carried away?
But the moon is actually silent,
Fireflies have never come near me,
The laughter is obviously theirs.
Only the flute,
Has caused several melancholy;
But it doesn't matter at all,
A flute is just a flute.
The swing is yours,
The provocation is yours,
They parted ways,
Who cares about you?
You can't be friends anyway,
Some things are lingering!
Loneliness,
Empty,
No taste, no taste!
Or turn around,
Go your own way.
Go back! Go back!
Despite the snowsuit,
Now it's spread gracefully,
Like the rest of Tomb-Sweeping Day's white paper money.
Those eyes are like a river,
How many meanings are implied, how many sentences are included,
Dried up,
Dry as a desert in the hot sun.
Dark hair,
Became bitter fleabane autumn grass;
Exaggerated face,
There is only a brown wax model left.
I can't see a flower-like smile.
Bead sound does not penetrate!
My eyes are empty,
There is always only light.
Put it aside.
What else did you steal?
Go back! Go back!
Although there are friends like clouds,
Boast about each other,
Comfort each other,
Talking and laughing.
How much time has been sent;
And booze,
Vagrant intimacy,
Isn't it like a lush flower branch,
A blazing flame!
A lot of people say that,
As many people know,
Who can forget each other?
But as soon as I let go,
The situation is different:
This is a cloud,
It's raining,
Don't look away,
Turn around,
I don't recognize you! ——
This is only a temporary relief,
Who really cares about you?
So there are still some vague names left-
In the vast wilderness,
I left you alone,
There's only air around,
There is air all around!
Still groping back;
And maybe his own brothers and sisters.
I sincerely look forward to you.
Go back! Go back!
Although there are clever metaphysical words,
Like the fall of smallpox;
In front of my eyes,
Show a scene as ethereal as a veil-
Lead me to float, float,
Until more than 33 days.
I am in a colorful cloud,
The gray world is at my feet-
Smaller, smaller,
It's so far away that I can hardly remember it.
But the lower bound of Feng Gang
Always upside down,
Blow people into my muscles!
I'm rocking.
If you fall,
Will be like a deflated light balloon,
Trampled, stubborn son,
Only the voice of sneer!
The wind that rolls back,
It will also be like a three-pointed double-edged knife.
How about dividing it into my muscles? ——
I will be dismembered in a colorful cloud;
Even a puff of smoke,
It rolled away.
I shuddered,
I think of heaven and earth, with no limit and no end. ...
Go back! Go back!
Although I am hungry,
A cramped hand,
Hair is as long as autumn grass,
Depressed eyes,
Soft feet,
Especially a weak heart,
Take me down,
Go straight to the bottom,
Teach me to smoke,
Teach me to drink,
Teach me to look at women.
But in my infatuation,
Although many moments have passed,
The only thing that doesn't move is my present,
He won't let you ignore him!
Besides, I finally can't support spoony people.
I just feel that my limbs are declining.
I was absent-minded,
In the process of infatuation,
It's a long way to go, Xiu Yuan!
What a bad person I am.
Is it so gently and quickly rotting?
Don't! Don't!
Before you were disabled,
You can also use your only strength!
Go back! Go back!
Although death looks like a little girl in white,
Wait for me in front with a lantern,
Like black lux,
Forcing me with a hammer behind me-
When I was worried about the cruelty of the coming prodigal family,
And a year of blood feud,
(looking at each other with blood in his eyes),
Now I shoulder the burden of life,
I can't breathe,
Look what I got.
When it is as blurred as a distant cloud;
In my black-and-white future,
I don't know which way to go,
But all the disputes that linger in delusion:
At that time, she and he appeared faintly.
Like something,
It's like there's no-
With this unpredictable air,
Enough to teach me to yearn for.
Go, go,
Go to her, his arms.
She looked at me and waved,
He also looked at me and nodded. ……
But, but,
She and he are strangers,
Teach me a little uneasy;
Their hands are floating in the air,
It's too slim,
It's so hard to understand,
Teach me how to communicate with them.
The land of death is a foreign land,
Know what is suitable for doing!
Based solely on origin,
I am familiar with it;
My hometown is in memory,
It's a little fuzzy,
But I still know its outline thoroughly,—
Oh, dear! Hometown, don't you welcome me with open arms?
Melon and fruit are ripe and delicious;
Places and friends are also familiar;
Little girl,
Black lux,
I would rather go back to my hometown,
I'd rather go back to my hometown;
Go back! Go back!
I was struggling when I came back,
Smoke out and look at your country!
All the images disappeared,
What light gathers;
Get rid of entanglement,
Restored an ordinary me!
From then on, I stopped looking up at the sky.
I looked down at the white water again,
Just be careful of my double step;
I want to set foot on the land step by step,
Leave deep footprints!
Although these marks are very fine,
And indelible,
Although this is a slow step.
Not to mention the endless journey,
But now I'm ordinary and small,
See only a clear step,
There is a great pleasure-
Those far away people
Not anymore, and I don't want to pay attention.
Don't delay,
Let's go Let's go Let's go