People are familiar with Ba Jin as a novelist, but pay little attention to Ba Jin as an essayist. In fact, Ba Jin embarked on the road of literature from prose writing. Below I bring you selected content from the lyrical prose of the famous writer Ba Jin. I hope it will be useful to you.
Selection of lyrical prose by the famous writer Ba Jin: Stars
I love the moonlit night, but I also love the starry sky. In the past, when I was enjoying the cool weather in the courtyard at night in July or August in my hometown, I loved to look at the densely packed stars in the sky. Looking at the stars, I will forget everything, as if I have returned to my mother's arms.
Three years ago, there was a back door to the place where I lived in Nanjing. Every night when I opened the back door, I saw a silent night. Below is a vegetable garden, above is a blue sky filled with stars. Although starlight is tiny in our eyes, it makes us feel that light is everywhere. At that time, I was reading some books about astronomy, and I also recognized some stars, as if they were my friends and they were often talking to me.
Now at sea, facing the stars every night, I recognize them very well. I lay on the deck and looked up at the sky. There are countless half-bright stars hanging in the dark blue sky. The ship was moving and the stars were moving too. They were so low and really shaky! Gradually my eyes became blurry and I seemed to see countless fireflies flying around me. The night at sea is soft, quiet and dreamy. I looked at the many familiar stars, and I seemed to see them twinkling at me, and I seemed to hear them whispering. At this point I forgot everything. In the arms of the star, I smiled and fell asleep. I felt like a little child now sleeping in my mother's arms.
One night, the Englishman who got on the ship in Colombo pointed out to me the giant in the sky. He pointed with his hand: the four bright stars are the head, the lower ones are the body, these are the hands, those are the legs and feet, and the three stars are the belt. After his guidance, I really saw the giant in the sky clearly. Look, the giant is still running!
January 1927
Part 2 of the famous lyrical prose selection by the famous writer Ba Jin: Autumn in Spring
Spring. The yellow fields turned green. New green leaves grow on dead branches. The sun is smiling gently at everyone, and the birds are singing and flying. The flowers are blooming, red flowers, white flowers and purple flowers. Stars shine, red stars, green stars, white stars. The blue sky, the free wind, and the dream-like beautiful love.
Everyone has spring. Whether it's you or me, everyone can have laughter, love, and intoxication in spring.
However, autumn cried in spring.
This spring, in the charming ancient city of southern China, I bid farewell to a period of my time.
The autumn rain fell, but it was swept away by the spring wind.
On a sunny day after the rain, two friends and I walked through the muddy road. I walked across the stone bridge and the path beside the fields to visit a southern woman, a crazy girl I had never met before.
We stopped in front of the gate of a small village. A little girl who spoke a language I didn’t understand opened the black wooden gate for us. This wooden gate was completely different from the one in my novel. This is the home of local wealthy people.
In a dark room, I saw our host. A large canopy bed, a large mat, and a thin quilt. She sat up and I saw her upper body. She is a girl of a blossoming age.
The three of us sat across from her on a bench. A friend explained his purpose. She just laughed silently, as much as she cried. I looked at her silently for a few times. I understood everything my friend told me. In the more than half an hour we stayed there, we talked less than ten words and saw her autumn smile more than ten times.
Farewell to her, I have a painful heart of autumn. I almost cried when I thought about my purpose of coming, my purpose of helping her.
A girl, a girl of blossoming age? For the first time in my life I understood the meaning of madness.
My many years of hard work, my books written with blood and tears, and the goal of my life are all: to help people, so that everyone can have spring, and every heart can have spring. With light, everyone's life will be happy, and everyone's development will be free. I arouse desire in people, the desire for light; I place a cause in front of people, a cause worth dedicating themselves to. However, all my efforts were destroyed by another force. After awakening a young soul, he or she is only allowed to suffer more embarrassing ravages and tortures.
So the girl went crazy. The unreasonable social system, unfree marriage, the constraints of traditional concepts, and the tyranny of the family have destroyed many young souls that are blooming. I have accumulated so much in my twenty-eight years. The shadow is gone. In that autumn smile, a smile like crying, I saw the corpse of an entire generation of young people in the past. I seemed to hear a painful voice saying: "This should end."
"Autumn in Spring" is not only a gently crying story, it is also the appeal of an entire generation of youth.
I want to pick up my pen as a weapon, charge for them, and send out my resolute cry "Jeaccuser" (I accuse) to this dying society.
Part Three of Selected Lyrical Prose by the Famous Writer Ba Jin: The Spirit of "Reentering Rome"
After November 11 last year, many people left Shanghai with fear and uneasiness. . At that time, a young friend wrote to me, desperately expressing the anguish of the young people who stayed on Arc Island. I am reminded of the story of Saint Peter.
It is said that when King Nero of Rome massacred the ____ disciples, the Colosseum was filled with the wails of women, and the fire scorched the bodies of the preachers tied to the stakes. Peter followed the advice of the believers and left the city of Rome secretly. Peter suddenly saw the shadow of Jesus Christ on the road. He knelt down and asked, "Lord, where are you going?" He heard Jesus' answer: "You have abandoned my people, so I went to Rome and let them crucify me again. ." Peter stood up moved. He walked back on crutches. He reentered the city of Rome. There he was finally caught and crucified.
Although King Nero, nicknamed "Brass Beard", used fire and swords, nails and beasts, he could not destroy the spirit of "re-entering Rome". Stories like this are exactly what the Chinese on the isolated island should keep in mind.
So why do some people still feel depressed here? Of course, the call to "go to the mainland" can be heard everywhere here, and there are also many young people who took the risk and endured the hardship to leave the isolated island. But there are also more people who are unable to spread their wings and fly far, and have to stay here and groan in pain. They regard the isolated island as a hell on earth and worry about being harmed here. I understand how they feel.
It goes without saying that everyone has the right to breathe free air and we have no reason to interfere with them. For those who have wings, let them fly away, I can't stop them. But for those whose feathers are incomplete or whose feathers are not yet full, I should advise them not to spend time in lamentation, because they are not really what they imagine: more unfortunate than others, and they forget that they have other people on their shoulders. Someone else’s equally important task. Although the mainland where people can breathe free air is our place, but the isolated island that is regarded as a dark hell is not our land! Until today, the isolated island has not been held in the palm of the devil's hand, so it is not necessarily up to us to give up. ?Freedom should not be viewed as a God-given thing. Freedom comes at a price. People who truly love freedom do not rush to places where freedom already exists. They want to create freedom and regain freedom where there is no freedom or where freedom has been lost. Thomas Paine said it well: "The place where there is no freedom is my motherland." Paine, who participated in the American Revolutionary War, understood the meaning of freedom better than anyone else.
Only when it loses its freedom, it needs people to regain its freedom. But its darkness requires people to bring light to it. As long as the isolated island is not completely abandoned by the Chinese, it will eventually be free and see the light of day. The isolated island needs working people more than anywhere else in China, and it is more difficult to do work here than elsewhere. Workers here should have greater courage, calmness, resourcefulness and perseverance. There are many types of jobs, and they are no less important than fighting on the front lines. What reason do we have to despise the work on the isolated island? We usually blame the soldiers who lost their territory, so when it is our turn to "defend the territory", how can we despise our responsibilities? Putting aside the history of Dokdo, is it possible that these four to five million The place where the Chinese live is a barren land? Who can say that rushing to the inland to seek freedom is more conducive to the great cause of national rejuvenation than silently risking work under heavy siege? On the contrary, the spirit of "re-entering Rome" is actually established The cornerstone of New China. This is not a truth. We have seen many sparks of this spirit in Lost Ground. This spirit will not disappear, and China will not perish. This is what we can assert.
Therefore, people living on an isolated island, especially young people, should feel excited and inspired by the great responsibility of their own, and should not fall into the quagmire of depression.
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