Have you all written essays in your ordinary daily life? Prose often uses narrative, explanation, lyricism, discussion, description and other expressions. Do you know what problems should be paid attention to when writing prose? The following is my carefully compiled collection of Zhu Ziqing's classic essays for reference only. Let's have a look.
Zhu Ziqing's classic prose collection 1 has lived in Beijing for more than two years, and everything has passed in an ordinary way. If you want to say blessing, it is also a blessing. Because ordinary, like "confused" and "rare", especially in "these days" But somehow, I always think of the south where I lived a fickle life for five or six years. Migration is impermanent, of course, not a good day; But when it comes to the taste of life, I'm afraid it's easier to feel deeply than usual. Now I see the same face all day long, the gray fluffy ground; The Great Liu Gao Locust is just the Great Liu Gao Locust. So ruthless, there is nothing in my heart; Some are just themselves, their own homes. I tremble a little at the thought of my smallness; After all, it is not easy to enjoy happiness.
It seems strange these days. Like a boat in the boundless sea, like a hunter in the boundless forest. It takes a lot of effort to walk and talk; It's not satisfactory yet. My heart is a mess, but it's still a fire. I seem to be trying to understand something, but I don't seem to understand anything. "A Seventeen-year History", where to start, can be borrowed as my recent footnote. Yesterday, someone suddenly mentioned the poem My South. This is when I just arrived in Beijing two years ago and drank two cups of "lotus white" in a small village shop. It seems a little slim to think of that scene today; As for what is said in the poem, it is far away. I just happened to have lunch today and accidentally smoked an old magazine to amuse myself, but I turned to a letter to S three years ago. The letter says Taizhou, which is in the south of Shanghai, Hangzhou and Ningbo. This is really "my South". I am thinking hard, but it shows me a way, although it is only a "one" way.
-A letter from Zhu Ziqing.
Collection of Zhu Ziqing's Classic Prose II. My family doesn't seem to like flowers very much; My father only occasionally goes to the "greenhouse" with us once or twice when he leads us to the streets. But we live in a house with a small garden, which belongs to the landlord. There were trees and flower stands (wisteria flower stands and the like), but I was still young and didn't know the names of those flowers and trees. I only remember that it was a rose climbing on the wall. There is also a cave gate made of Taihu stone in the garden; Now that I think about it, it seems fine. At that time, I was led by a naughty little servant who only knew how to run around catching butterflies; Sometimes I pinch a few flowers, but I just play with them and throw them away at will. As for the smell of flowers, that is later: in the summer morning, girls from our countryside are everywhere, shouting "selling gardenias" at the door. Gardenia is not a high-quality product, but I like the white yellow color and the fat figure, which are similar to those girls who sell flowers. The fragrance of gardenia, strong but not strong, clear but not light, is also my pleasure.
That's how I love flowers. Maybe someone will ask, "You don't like flowers, do you?" I'm not sure about this myself, so I have to leave it alone.
-Zhu Ziqing's "Looking at Flowers"
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 also unloaded. This is a day when it never rains but it pours. I arrived in Xuzhou from Beijing, and I plan to go home with my father. I went to Xuzhou to see my father, saw the messy things in the yard, and thought of my grandmother. I can't help crying. Father said, "Well, don't be sad, but God never shuts one door but he opens another!" " "
Going home to sell pawns, my father lost money; Borrowing money for the funeral again. The situation at home these days is very bleak, partly for the funeral and partly for my father's leisure. After the funeral, my father will go to Nanjing to work, and I will go back to Beijing to study. Let's go together.
In Nanjing, a friend made an appointment to go sightseeing and stayed for one day. The next morning, I will cross the river to Pukou and get on the bus in the afternoon. Because my father is busy, he has decided not to send it, and found a familiar waiter in the hotel to accompany him. He repeatedly told the waiter to be very careful. But he finally worried that the waiter was not suitable; I hesitated for a moment. In fact, I was twenty years old that year, and I have traveled to and from Beijing two or three times, so it doesn't matter. He hesitated for a while and finally decided to take me personally. I advised him not to go two or three times; He just said, "Never mind, they can't walk well!"
We crossed the river and entered the station. I bought a ticket and he was busy looking after the luggage. There is too much luggage, so you have to tip the porter to go. He is busy bargaining with them again. I was too smart at that time, and I always thought he was not nice to speak, so I had to interrupt myself. But he finally negotiated the price; Walk me to the car. He chose a chair near the door for me; I spread out 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 a cold. And let the waiter take good care of me. I laughed at his pedantry in my mind; They only know money, and believe that they have nothing! Can't people my age take care of themselves? Well, now that I think about it, it was really 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 and don't walk around. "I think there are some vendors waiting for customers outside the fence on the platform over there. To get to the platform over there, you have to 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. It was not difficult to see him limping to the railway and leaning down slowly, wearing a small black hat, a big black jacket and a dark blue cotton robe. But it is not easy for him to climb the platform over there when he crosses the railway. He climbed up with both hands, and his feet shrank again; His fat body leans slightly to the left, showing signs of hard work. Then I saw his back, and my tears soon 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 turned around. When crossing the railway, he first scattered oranges on the ground, climbed down slowly, picked them up and left. When I arrived here, I hurried to help him. He and I walked to the front of the car and put oranges on my fur coat. So I dived into the dirt on my clothes and felt very relaxed. After a while, I said, "I'm leaving; Write it over there! " I watched him go out. He took a few steps, looked back at 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 tears came again.
In recent years, my father and I have been running around, and the situation at home is getting worse and worse. When he was a teenager, he went out to make a living, made his own living and did many great things. That knowing the old world is so depressing! He was so sad that he couldn't control himself. If you are depressed in the middle, it is natural to send it out; Family trifles often touch his anger. He treats me differently. But in the last two years, he finally forgot my shortcomings and only thought about me and my son. After I came to the north, he wrote me a letter, which said, "I am in good health, but my arm hurts." It's not convenient to pick up a pen, and the time for me to leave is not far away. " I read here, and in the crystal tears, I saw the back of that fat, blue cotton robe and black mandarin jacket. Alas! I don't know when I can see him again!
Zhu Ziqing's Classic Prose Collection 4 I am reminded of that night in Hangzhou again. He suddenly came to see me. He said that he swam with P for three days and will go to Shanghai tomorrow morning. He was originally from Shandong; When I return to Shanghai, I'm going to America. I asked the magazine Psychology, Philosophy and Scientific Methods of Columbia University, and I know it is a very famous magazine. But he said that there are often no good articles in it for a year, which makes no sense. He said that psychologists had a meeting in England recently, and several people's words were very interesting. He casually wrote a book on the back of his desk with a pencil, the title and place of publication of philosophy and science, saying it was a new book and could be read. He said he was leaving. I sent him to the hotel. I saw a book "Life and Geography" lying on his bed, so I took it and flipped through it. He said this little book is very famous and good. Under the dim electric light, we were silent for a while and simply answered a few words; I left. I haven't seen him until now.
After he went to America, he wrote some words at first, and then he stopped writing. His name, in the hearts of ordinary people, is like a cloud in the distance. I still remember him. Two or three years later, I saw another poem of his in Literature Daily, which was written clearly and interestingly. I have only read this poem of his. I have read many of his novels; What impressed me most was the article Rainy Night, which talked about the life of rickshaw pullers in Beijing. W is a science student and should be calm, but his novels are very popular.
This is W.
-Zhu Ziqing's Gone with the Wind
Since Yang Di, Zhu Ziqing's classic prose collection Yangzhou has been praised by poets and scribes. Praise much, praise for a long time, the average person will echo. Today, if you mention the name Yangzhou to someone, he will nod or shake his head and say, "What a wonderful place! Good place! " Especially those who have never been to Yangzhou and read some Tang poems, Yangzhou is really beautiful like a mirage in his mind; It would be even worse if he had read books such as Yangzhou Painting Boat Record. But in a person who has lived in Yangzhou for a long time, he doesn't have so many beautiful fantasies, and his hatred may cover up his hobbies; He may have been away for three or four years and never thought about it. If he wants-what do you think he wants? Woman; Yes, it seems famous, but I'm afraid it's not a woman now, is it? He will only think of the summer in Yangzhou, although it is still related to women.
A big difference between the north and the south, in my opinion, is that there is no water in the north and water in the south. It is true that the Yongding River and Daqing River even burst their banks in the rainstorm in the north this year, but this is not water; Although the Three Seas and the Summer Palace in Beiping are a little watery, they are peaceful and sweeping, and the boats are so clumsy. There is still water in the south. In summer in Yangzhou, most of the benefits lie in the water-some people call it "Slender West Lake", which is really "thin". To be honest, I don't like it being called the West Lake. The convenient place to get off the boat is the moat, which extends out and twists and turns until it reaches Pingshan Hall. This is a name you are familiar with. There are seven or eight Lijiang rivers with many tributaries. In fact, this river has no great benefits, but it is winding and quiet, which is different from other places.
The most famous scenery along the Yangtze River is Xiaojinshan, fahai temple and Wu Ting Bridge. The farthest is Pingshan Hall. You know Jinshan, but Xiaojinshan is in the middle of the water. It's the best place to see the water and the moon-but I've never been so lucky. Nine times out of ten people who "go down the river" are here, and there are inevitably too many people. There is a tower in fahai temple, which, like the one in Beihai, is said to be caused by Emperor Qianlong's going down to the south of the Yangtze River and salt merchants urging craftsmen overnight. Fahai temple is famous for its towers; But there is another one, you can't guess, it's a braised pig's head. Eating braised pig's head in summer may not be appropriate in theory; But it's actually good to sweat and eat. As the name implies, Wu Ting Bridge is a bridge with five pavilions. The bridge is arched, with the highest pavilion in the middle and four pavilions on both sides, which are staggered and commensurate; It's best to look at it from a distance, or at the shadow, ok. There are many bridges, so you can wear them by boat, which has a special flavor. Pingshan Hall is on the tree hill. You can see the faint outline of the mountains in the south of the Yangtze River in the hall. I think the phrase "the color of the mountain is both there and there is no color" is right and not wrong. There are few tourists here, so you can stay in the class for life. The scenery along the road also wins with leisure and silence. Get off the boat from Tianning Gate or North Gate. The winding city wall reflects the pale shadow in the water, and the boat slowly supports it, as if there is no sound on the shore.
There are three kinds of boats: big boats are used for banquets and tourism, and can carry prostitutes or play cards. When I was a child, I used to go with my father and listen to Mou Liyang's records on the boat. There may be fewer such boats now, right Secondly, "rowing boat" is really like a watermelon, supported by a man or a woman with a bamboo pole. If there are many passengers, you can hire two and cross it with a small stool: this can also be regarded as an "ark". Later, another kind of "ocean rowing boat" appeared, which was smaller than the big ship and larger than the "rowing boat". A cloth tent was set up above it to keep out the sun and rain. There are more and more "foreign rowing boats" and fewer and fewer big boats, but "small rowing boats" are always needed. This is not only because it is the cheapest, but also because it is smart. Sitting alone on a boat and standing at the stern with a bamboo pole is simply a Tang poem or a landscape painting. Moreover, some good teenagers are willing to punt themselves, and they are not "rowing boats". "Rowing" is cheap, but there are some differences. For example, as you can imagine, punting is always more expensive for women; Girls' support is naturally more expensive. These punting women are what some people call "boat girls on the thin West Lake". There are probably many stories about boatswain, but I don't know much about it. It is said that it is natural to win with messy clothes and humor; Middle-aged, funny, but not bad But at first it was just a temporary indulgence, or it didn't hurt Lianhui. When there is a price in the future, it will feel boring.
The area outside the north gate, called Xia Jie, has the most "teahouses" and often faces the river. When the ship is out of date, tea drinkers and passengers can say hello at will. If the people on board are happy, they can also ask the teahouse for a pot of tea or one or two "small cage snacks" to drink, eat and chat in the river. When you come back, give the teapot and the so-called small cage to the people in the teahouse together with the price. Johns are familiar with teahouses, and they are not afraid that you will eat for free. Steamed snacks in Yangzhou are really delicious: I have left Yangzhou and walked through seven or eight places, big and small, and have never eaten such a good snack; This is actually worth remembering. Teahouses are generally good in places and have good names. Such as Xiang Ying Gallery, Lvyang Village and Hongye Villa. The cover of Qingyang Village hangs on Qingyang and flutters with the wind, which reminds people of the famous sentence "Qingyang Guo Cheng is Yangzhou". There are ponds, bamboo forests and pavilions, and the scenery is the most quiet. Teahouses in this area are well arranged, far from Shanghai, but the square teahouses in the north are also comparable.
"Down the river" is always in the afternoon. When I came back in the evening, I went ashore in the dusk, folded my gown and put it on my wrist, shaking my fan slightly in one hand; In this way, I entered the North Gate or Tianning Gate and walked home. At this time, you can read the poem "I have to live for half a day".
Zhu Ziqing's Classic Prose Collection 6 This is in the garden. Flowers are still dreaming their own dreams. Light rain secretly washed away their dirt, and their sweet and soft luster sparkled. Under the washed flash, I can see quiet red, cold purple, and white and green with a wry smile, which are hidden deep when there is sunshine. What was once brilliant in front of my eyes now has a dim color. -Are you worried about Fangchun's retirement? Do you feel Fang Chun's drowsiness?
Probably because of the misty rain, the garden lost its fragrance. A trickle of east wind only brings hungry flowers; It smells of wet grass and earth. In the fields and swamps outside the garden, fresh steam from newly planted seedlings, young wheat and shady willows is sent from time to time. Although these are not sweet, they can strongly stimulate my nose and make me feel happy and tired.
You see, the songs all sing like this: I use my ears, but also my eyes, nose, tongue, body and hearing; I also sang with my heart. I was finally attacked by a healthy paralysis. So it belongs to the song. After that, only one person sang and listened to this song; There is only singing in the world.
-Zhu Ziqing's song.
At this time, we all feel inadequate, and mine is stronger. We just don't want to go back, we can only regret disappointment. The ship was full of disappointment. It was not until the slightly noisy voices under the bridge that I suddenly realized; Things are different. In the river room on the right bank, the windows are wide open and there are dazzling lights. The light of the electric lamp shines on the water, winding and shining, just like the arm of a dancing fairy. Our ship is already in her arms; Just like sleeping in a cradle, you fall asleep when you are tired. The characters under the electric light only feel like ants and don't miss them. This is the last dream; Unfortunately, it is the shortest dream! Darkness came before us again and again, and we saw the dim and swaying lights on the empty boat on the shore. Our dream woke up and we knew we were going ashore; Our hearts are full of disillusionment.
-Excerpted from Qinhuai River under the Shadow of Paddle Lights.
Eight swallows have gone, and there will be time to come again. Willow withered, there is a time to green again; The peach blossom withered, but it blossomed 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 slipped away from me quietly; Like a drop of water on the tip of a needle in the sea, my days are dripping in the stream of time, without sound or shadow. I can't help bursting into tears.
-from "In a hurry"
Baishui is an honest man and an interesting man. When it comes to the sky, he can make a long speech. This time, I heard Mianzi say that there are magazines in Japan with the title "Female"? The article takes "female" as the topic, and records the desk words of several literati. He said, "That's interesting. Why don't we join? " We said, "You go first!" He scratched his hair and said, "Good! That is, I will come first; You'd better not chicken out. "We know that as usual, he can't stop talking. Sure enough, the phone bill took so long that others only had time to supplement it, and there was no room for self-description. At that time, I was appointed as a temporary secretary and wrote down what was said on the table. Now sorted out, it is the following article. Nine times out of ten, it was Baishui's opinion, so he used the first person as his self-report; I don't think Baishui will deny it?
-Zhu Ziqing's woman.
Zhu Ziqing's classic prose collection 10 is quite restless these days. Sitting in the yard enjoying the cool tonight, I suddenly remembered the lotus pond I walked through every day. It should look different under the light of this full moon. The moon rises gradually, and the children's laughter on the road outside the wall can no longer be heard; My wife is patting and skipping in the room, humming a sleeping song in a daze. I slipped on a big shirt and ran out the door.
Along the lotus pond, there is a winding little cinder road. This is a secluded road; Few people walk during the day, and it is lonely at night. Around the lotus pond, there are many trees and 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. It's fine tonight, although the moonlight is still very weak.
I was the only one on the road, walking around with my hands behind my back. This world seems to be mine; I also like to go beyond my usual self and go to another world. I love excitement and peace; Like to live in groups, like to be alone. Just like tonight, under this boundless moon, a person thinks about everything and thinks nothing, and feels like a free person. What must be done and said during the day can be ignored now. This is the beauty of being alone, and I will enjoy the boundless moonlight with lotus fragrance.
On the winding lotus pond, I look forward to the leaves of Tian Tian. The leaves are high out of the water, like an elegant dancer's skirt. Layers of leaves are dotted with some white flowers, some of which bloom gracefully and some are in bud shyly; Like a pearl, like a star in the blue sky, like a beauty who just took a bath. The breeze blew, sending wisps of fragrance, like a faint song on a tall building in the distance. At this time, the leaves and flowers also trembled slightly, like lightning, passing through the lotus pond in an instant. The leaves are close side by side, so there are clear wave marks. Below the leaves is flowing water, which is covered and can't see some colors; Leaves are more exposed to the wind.
Moonlight, like running water, falls quietly on this leaf and flower. A thin layer of blue mist floats in the lotus pond. Leaves and flowers seem to have been washed in milk; Like a dream in a sarong. Although it is a full moon, there are faint clouds in the sky, so it can't shine; But I think this is just a benefit-deep sleep is indispensable, and nap is unique. Moonlight shines through the bushes, and the bushes in the high places drop jagged shadows like 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 in the Vatican.
Around the lotus pond, there are trees far and near, and willows are the most. These trees surround a lotus pond; Only on one side of the path, there are some gaps, which seem to be reserved for moonlight. An example of the color of trees is cloudy, which at first glance looks like a cloud of smoke; But the abundance of willows can be recognized in the smoke. There are distant mountains on the treetops, just a little careless. There are still one or two lamps leaking through the cracks in the tree. What is listless is the eyes of those who are sleepy. At this time, the most lively are cicadas in the tree 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 ancient custom in the south of the Yangtze River. It seems to have a long history, but it flourished in the Six Dynasties. You can get a rough idea from this poem. Lotus pickers are teenage girls, swinging boats and singing bright songs. Needless to say, there are many lotus pickers. It was a lively season and a romantic season. Emperor Liang Yuan put it well in "Lotus Picking Fu":
So the demon is a virgin, and she wants to boat; The snipe makes a first promise and passes the feather cup; I can move, algae can hang, boats can move and sail. Erqi slim waist bundle element, Yan Gubu; After long summer, in late spring, leaves are tender and flowers are early. I'm afraid of touching the petticoats and laughing, and I'm afraid of leaning over the boat and getting together.
It can be seen that there were wandering scenes at that time. This is really interesting, but unfortunately we are not happy now.
Then I remembered the words in Song of Xizhou:
Lotus is picked in autumn in Nantang, and the lotus is over the head; With his head down, he fiddled with the lotus seeds in the water, which were as green as the lake. If there are lotus pickers tonight, the lotus here will be considered "over the top"; You can't just see some shadows of running water. This makes me really miss Jiangnan. -think like this, suddenly look up and feel that it is already your own door; Gently pushed the door in, there was no sound, and my wife had slept for a long time.
July 1927, Beijing Tsinghua Campus.
Zhu Ziqing's Classic Prose Collection 1 1 Mochou Lake is in Huayan Temple. The lake is not big, and you can't go boating. There are lotus leaves in summer, and the houses by the lake are overlooking by railings, which is quite far away. Mochow's statue, painted by someone under the sacristy, may not be very old. But the face is elegant and the pleats are flexible, which means "waving sleeves and feeling empty". If someone asks me, I will not hesitate to write down the words "immortality is immortality". Another stone portrait is also here, probably from that painting; But anger is worse. Although it is also by the lake, it looks dark because the house is deep; But antique, um. Of course there are many poems and literary couplets. I only remember Wang Xiangqi's semi-couplet cloud: "Don't treat him lightly. Looking at the boat, the children of Jiangnan have no color. " In good spirits. According to legend, playing chess with Xu Da, Xu Da won, and Mao gave him the house. People like Mao can do such elegant things. The small pavilion facing the lake on the left is much brighter, much brighter. There is a portrait of Zeng Guofan, but I forget who wrote the sentence "Jiangge sits in a luxurious place". I like this sentence, "Jiang Tian" and "Sit in a luxurious place", which makes the room more cheerful.
-From Nanjing