The rain in summer always pours down, accompanied by thundering thunder and flashing lightning, and comes to the world together. "Black clouds turn over the ink and fail to cover the mountain, and white rain jumps into the boat." This rain is so bold and free! The rain, which led me to extrapolate: I thought of heroic martyrs who were vigorous all my life: Dong Cunrui, Yang Jingyu ... and Su Shi and Xin Qiji of the Song Dynasty ... Summer rain cleaned the earth, and suddenly it was much cooler.
In the summer rain, under the dark clouds, there are long-lasting knots and rumbling thunder. Driven by the wind, the rain is sad and weeping, and the countryside is everywhere ...
In May, the grass grows and the warblers fly, and the spring outside the window is grand and ambiguous. On such a spring day, it is suitable to hold a rich book and browse in the sun. Ji Xianlin's "Lotus Rhyme in the Clear Pond" is just one kind at hand: a light plain cover, an ink lotus standing in the wind, the same bookmark in the book, and Ji Xianlin's inscription is quite ancient and graceful.
"Lotus Rhyme in the Clear Pond" is a famous essay by Ji Xianlin. He wrote that he didn't intend to throw some lotus seeds in the clear pond in front of the building, but the pond was full of wind and waves. Lotus is Ji Lao's love, and it is used as the title of the book, with the intention of using lotus as a metaphor for people and lotus as a metaphor for writing. As the saying goes, "the spring breeze is elegant and can accommodate things, and the autumn water articles are not stained with dust". Zhang Zhongxing said in the preface that Mr. Ji has three difficulties: one is profound knowledge, the other is simple and honest, and the third is affectionate. These three words are also suitable for lotus. In my opinion, Mr. Ji is well-versed at home and abroad, and is compatible with hundreds of schools. He is knowledgeable and expert, and his knowledge of Fanba and Tuhuoluo is a unique school in China. He is recognized as an academic leader. His profoundness and simplicity can be imagined, just like the lotus flower burning its brilliance, but it "emerges from the mud without being stained, and it is clear without being demon." It is difficult to understand the word "deep affection" without reading his prose, just like people who don't love lotus flowers, naturally they can't understand its purity and loneliness.
In universities, parents are often asked to follow the author's prose. Mr. Ji Xianlin is not the best, but he has a lot of intentions and deep feelings, and few people go too far. This feeling, one is infatuation with prose writing. The last two articles collected in the book, "Dream of Tsinghua" was written on November 7, 2, and "Ninety Stories" was written on December 2 of the same year-there are still many essays in the year of stepping forward, so it should be entrusted with infinite life emotions; The second is Ji Lao's deep affection for the world and life. The book has ten series, namely, Seeking the Roots of Qilu, Soul Breaking Germany, Tsinghua's Dream Memories, Yanyuan Spring and Autumn Period, Embracing Nature, Love the Market, Feeling Life, Taste the Book, Folding the Grass and Collecting Leaves. It is strange that people's old feelings are not withered, but on the contrary, they are strong. Mr. Ji's strangeness is not only here: on the one hand, he is intellectually developed enough to grow into a great scholar, on the other hand, he is affectionate and sensitive, and he has cultivated into a prose master.
Mr. Ji is a rare sentimental person among scholars, and he can even be said to be sentimental. His prose is far more sad than joyful. He loves animals and flowers, and "often arouses many worries for some cats, dogs, flowers and grass"-Ma Yinghua comforts loneliness, February orchid shares its pain, peony and citron cheer up, Lycium barbarum and oleander add poetry, and at the age of 2, he experiences the same joys and sorrows with rabbits, and at the age of 8, he experiences the same joys and sorrows with old cats and magpies. In his eyes, books, food, alleys and mountains and rivers all have nothing to do with love. It can be said that love is deeper than plants, insects and fish, and he is fascinated by the sun, the moon and the stars. There is also the love and hate of home and country, and the love of the world. What makes people unable to read most is his cherished work. The friendship between teachers and friends is wet with tears, and the gratitude of the mother is burned, especially "Mother and Son", "Three Little Girls", "A pair of calloused hands", "When the cordate telosma blooms" and "Returning to Kogen Ting" are almost written with tears. Also pregnant with Hu Shi, Zhang Zhongxing wrote a humorous paper, but Ji Xianlin remembered it with sadness all over. This kind of emotion was found in his writing of Chen Yinque, Wu Mi, Fu Sinian, Shen Congwen and Hu Qiaomu. Ji Xianlin's prose has always been regarded as a "scholar's prose" school, because he is knowledgeable, suffering and well-informed; Dare to tell the truth, but also understand the world, set history, knowledge, talent, love in one. However, his affection, depression and sadness are unparalleled among others of the same kind. Ji Xianlin wrote his favorite books, such as Historical Records, A Dream of Red Mansions, Du Fu's poems, Li Yu's and Nalanxing's Ci, and so on. Most of them are melancholy works, so I feel relieved when I think about it.
strangely enough, Mr. Ji is so affectionate that he hardly talks about his emotional entanglements. Looking through magazines the other day, I came across an article about Ji Xianlin's marriage and love, which was written according to Mr. Ji's memoir "Ten Years of Studying in Germany: The Meyer Family". Young Ji Xianlin fell in love with Miss irmgard of Meyer's family when studying in Germany. A typewriter was a bridge between them, but Ji Xianlin refused to fall in love because he had a wife and children at home. Ji Xianlin wrote in his memoirs: "Now I am old. I'm afraid not many people in the world can still think of her. When I can't think of her, I'm afraid there will be no one in the world who can think of her. "