How many poems did Zhu Ziqing write?

Zhu Ziqing (1898- 1948), whose real name is Zi Bi, whose real name is Pei County, whose real name is Qiu Shi, was born in Donghai, Jiangsu Province, and was a modern essayist and poet in China. His main works are Trace, a collection of poems and essays, The Back of the Figure, Miscellaneous Notes on European Tour, etc.

Trace (Poetry and Prose) 1924, Map of Yadong

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Later (prose collection) 1928, enlightened.

Miscellaneous notes on European travels (essays) 1934, Wu

You and me (essays) 1936, business.

London Miscellaneous Notes (Prose Collection) 1943, Enlightened

Teaching Chinese (Essay) 1945, Enlightened.

Classic Talk (Essay) 1946, Wenguang

On poetry (poetics) 1947, Wu.

New Poetry (Poetics) Miscellaneous Notes 1947, a writer's book.

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Standards and scales (essay) 1948, text

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Collected Works of China People (Prose) 1948, Famous Mountain.

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To suit all tastes (essay) 1948, see.

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Supplement to Collected Works of Zhu Ziqing: Collected Works of Zhu Ziqing (Volume 1-4) 1953, Collected Works of Zhu Ziqing's Classical Literature (Volume I) 198 1, Book Review of Preface and Postscript of Zhu Ziqing (Prose Collection)

Give it to a friend

Your hands are like torches,

Your eyes are like waves,

Your words are like stones,

How could I forget?

You flew over Dongting Lake,

You flew over the Yangtze River;

You want to build a red paradise on the ground!

The ground is covered with thorns,

There are foxes and rabbits on the ground.

There are walkers on the ground;

You will fight for a sharp knife,

A sharp knife went through the thorn!

You will roar like a lion,

Foxes and rabbits are invincible!

You will be shocked by the spring thunder,

Wake the walkers.

I like watching you ride a horse,

Running in the dust-

For a while, I can't see it!

I like to see your crutches,

That iron cane;

It has color and weight,

There's a jingle!

I think you are a flying sand.

The wind of stone walking,

Blow down the unshakable golden palace!

Golden Palace!

Whoo!

One morning last summer, I met you:

How haggard are you?

Your eyes are still dry,

Your hair is too long!

But the heat in your blood is doubled!

I tossed and turned in the plaster,

It seems to be baked! -

You're like a smoking cigar,

You're like brandy,

You're like a red pepper,

How can I forget you?

Street lamps along the North River.

There is dense felt,

Covered up the glory of the day.

By the silent river,

Full of loneliness and darkness.

There is only one row of lights on the wall, half on and half off.

I'm still shaking in a flash.

How weak they are!

But this is our only eye!

They help us understand nature;

Let's see a bright future.

They are good friends.

Give us hope and comfort.

Bless you, light,

May you be infinite forever!

Sense of inadequacy

He is the sun,

I am like a candle;

He is the sea, powerful,

I am like his trickle;

He is a locked moyun tower,

I'm like a wanderer under the tower.

He is like a bird, singing a beautiful song.

Fly freely in the sky;

Like flowers, brightly colored,

Blooming in heaven;

I have nothing,

I have to stay in the dark.

lamplight

Shine in the darkness

A yellow light,

I will be in your bright light,

Gaze into her bright eyes.

separate

White clouds are full of the sun;

When Qingshan Huan slept,

As fuzzy as milk,

Like a veil,

Apply makeup to the bride's face.

Standing quietly by the window,

There is not a bird in the world,

There is no shadow under it,

Only the breeze is blowing,

Only the distant clock is left.

The fundus was destroyed,

Ears will die;

In her hometown, she is like a ghost.

Suddenly, suddenly, I thought of it!

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There is a storm at night,

There is no one in front.

Out of the wilderness,

It's a human way.

Ah! There are many roads in the dark,

How can I get there?

"God! Give me some light,

Let me run forward! "

God panicked and said, "Light?

I have no place to find it for you!

You want light,

Build it yourself! "

separate

White clouds are full of the sun;

When Qingshan Huan slept,

As fuzzy as milk,

Like a veil,

Apply makeup to the bride's face.

Standing quietly by the window,

There is not a bird in the world,

There is no shadow under it,

Only the breeze is blowing,

Only the distant clock is left.

The fundus was destroyed,

Ears will die;

In her hometown, she is like a ghost.

Suddenly, suddenly, I thought of it!

Street lamps along the North River

There is dense felt,

Covering the white sun.

Along the silent river,

Covered with loneliness and darkness.

Only a row of lights on the wall is half on and half off.

Still flickering and trembling.

How weak they are!

But this is our only eye of wisdom!

They help us understand ourselves;

Let's look at the way forward.

They are good friends.

Give us hope and comfort.

Bless you, light,

May you last forever!