Zhu Ziqing lived in Yangzhou for 13 years and spent his childhood and adolescence here. His feelings about this life in the ancient city are subtle and complicated. Probably life is too monotonous, so he later said that only a "thin shadow" is left in his childhood memory, and "it's like being washed by the flood, and it's so lonely that it's shocking!" However, in the long and tortuous journey of life, childhood is, after all, the first "post station".
Yangzhou is a cultural city with beautiful scenery, with beautiful lakes and mountains and pleasant scenery. Many poets, such as Li Bai, Du Fu, Su Dongpo and Ouyang Xiu, once lingered here, and wrote many magnificent poems. Yangzhou is also a heroic historical city. In the history of resisting foreign aggression, it has written countless brilliant chapters and left many touching stories. The beautiful scenery of the ancient city and the rich culture-advocating atmosphere have invisibly cultivated the temperament of young Zhu Ziqing, and cultivated his peaceful and upright character and interest in natural beauty. And the beautiful landscape of Yangzhou, like rain and dew, moistens his mind, nurtures his feelings, enriches his imagination, and makes his feelings full of poetry and painting forever. Yangzhou, a famous historical and cultural city, has a subtle and far-reaching influence on him.
Zhu Ziqing has 27 kinds of works with about 1.9 million words, including poetry, prose, literary criticism and academic research. Most of them were collected in the four volumes of Collected Works of Zhu Ziqing published by Kaiming Bookstore in 1953. In 1988, Jiangsu Education Publishing House collected, sorted out and published six volumes of Zhu Ziqing's Complete Works. Although Zhu Ziqing began to write new poems after the May 4th Movement, the Qinhuai River in the Shadow of Paddles and Lights published in 1923 showed his talent in prose creation. From then on, he devoted himself to prose creation and made remarkable achievements. The collection of essays "Back" published in 1928 made Zhu Ziqing a famous prose writer at that time.
Zhu Ziqing's prose is mainly narrative and lyrical essays. The theme of his works can be divided into three series: first, a group of essays with the main content of writing about social life and attacking the dark reality. The representative works are The Price of Life-Seventy cents, White People-God's Favorite, and The Massacre of Executive Government. Second, a group of essays, represented by The Back, Children and Mourning Women, mainly describe personal and family life, show the human relationship between father and son, husband and wife and friends, and have a strong human touch. Thirdly, a group of lyrical sketches based on natural scenery, such as Green, Spring, Qinhuai River in the Shadow of Paddle Lights and Moonlight on the Lotus Pond, are his representative works. The latter two kinds of essays are the best written by Zhu Ziqing, among which "The Back" and "Moonlight on the Lotus Pond" are well-known masterpieces. His prose is simple and meticulous, clear and gloomy, famous for its refined language and beautiful writing, and full of true feelings.
Zhu Ziqing's life
Zhu Ziqing (1898－1948)
A famous modern poet, essayist, scholar and democratic fighter.
formerly known as Zihua. The word Peixian,No. Qiushi, pen names Yu Jie, Zhi Bai, etc., originally from Shaoxing, Zhejiang Province, was born in Donghai County, Jiangsu Province on November 22, 1898. Born in a scholarly family. His grandfather Zhu Zeyu,no. Jupo, was originally from Shaoxing, and his real name was Yu. Because he inherited Zhu's family, he was surnamed Zhu. Grandma Wu. The father's name is Hongjun, Xiaopo, and the mother is Zhou. When I was six years old, I settled in Yangzhou with my family. When I was a teenager, I was unsmiling, serious in study, calm and stubborn, clean and self-respecting, excellent in character and academic performance, fond of reading novels, quite ambitious, and once called myself a "writer." Thirteen years of life in Yangzhou and the beautiful lakes and mountains there have always filled his feelings with poetry and painting.
In p>1916, he was admitted to Peking University Preparatory College and married Ms. Wu Zhongqian at the end of the same year. In the summer of 1917, due to the deterioration of the family's economic situation, in order to reduce the family's burden, it was renamed "Ziqing". Because of the slow temperament, I felt that "Dong is slow in his nature, so I was anxious" in Han Feizi, so the word "Peixian" was used as a self-warning strategy. I entered the Peking University undergraduate course one year in advance and was admitted to the philosophy department.
In p>1919, he joined the New Wave Poetry Society and began to write new poems. His first novel, Sleep, Little Man, came out in February of the same year. He took an active part in the May 4th patriotic movement and the New Culture Movement, and embarked on the literary road. In three years, he completed four-year courses and graduated early in 192. Since then, he has taught in middle schools in Hangzhou, Yangzhou, Shanghai, Taizhou, Wenzhou, Ningbo and Shangyu, and at the same time engaged in the creation of new poems and essays. In 1922, together with Yu Pingbo and others, he founded Poetry (the first poetry magazine in the history of modern literature). His poems show a pure and simple new style, or eagerly pursue light and look forward to the future, or forcefully attack the dark world and expose the life of blood and tears, filled with anti-imperialist and anti-feudal revolutionary spirit.
In the summer of p>1925, he went to Beijing as Professor Tsinghua University. In August, 1928, the collection of essays "Back" was published, which aroused strong repercussions in the literary world, and it was unique with its plain, simple, fresh and beautiful beautiful style. On November 26th of the same year, his wife Wu Zhongqian died of illness in Yangzhou, which was a great blow to him.
I met Ms. Chen Zhuyin in April p>1931, and went to Europe for further study and travel in August of the same year. After returning to China in July, 1932, he wrote Miscellaneous Notes on European Tour, and still served as Professor Tsinghua University. In August of the same year, he married Chen Zhuyin. After 1934, he participated in the editorial work of Literature Quarterly.
in p>1937, War of Resistance against Japanese Aggression broke out, and moved to Changsha, Kunming, Mengzi and Chengdu with the school, where he served as Professor The National SouthWest Associated University of Changsha Temporary University. During this period, he wrote the essay "Chinese Shadow" and co-authored books such as "Chinese Teaching" with Ye Shengtao.
After the victory of the Anti-Japanese War, actively support Kunming students against the Kuomintang's civil war. In 1946, he returned to Beijing from Kunming and served as the director of the Chinese Department of Tsinghua University. In July, Li Gongpu and Wen Yiduo, famous democratic fighters, were assassinated by Kuomintang spies. Regardless of his personal safety, he attended the memorial meeting of Li and Wen's tragedy held by all walks of life in Chengdu and reported Wen Yiduo's life story. In October 1946, he returned to Peiping from Sichuan, and in November, he served as the convener of the "Committee for sorting out Mr. Wen Yiduo's legacy".
On June 18th, 1948, when he was seriously ill, he still signed the Declaration of Protesting American Policy of Helping Japan and Refusing to Receive American Flour, and told his family not to buy rationed flour, and he always maintained the noble integrity and precious sentiment of an upright patriotic intellectual. At 11: 4 on August 12th, he died in Beiping at the age of 51. Mao Zedong once praised him as "a man who was seriously ill and would rather starve to death than receive American relief food", which showed the heroism of our nation ".
Zhu Ziqing worked hard all his life. He wrote 26 kinds of poems, essays, reviews and academic research works, with more than two million words. His posthumous works were compiled into Zhu Ziqing's Collection and Zhu Ziqing's Selected Poems.
After Zhu Ziqing died, he was buried in Wan 'an Cemetery near Xiangshan, and the tombstone was engraved with "The Tomb of Professor Zhu Ziqing from Tsinghua University". In 199, his wife Chen Zhuyin died and was buried with her husband.
Spring
Zhu Ziqing
Looking forward to it, looking forward to it, the east wind is coming, and spring is approaching.
Everything looks like I just woke up, and I opened my eyes with joy. The mountains are moist, the water is rising, and the sun's
is blushing.
The grass crept out of the soil, tender and green. In the garden, in the field, look at a lot of
pieces. Sit, lie down, play two rolls, kick a few balls, race a few times, and catch a few times. The wind is light and quiet,
and the grass is soft.
Peach trees, apricot trees and pear trees, you won't let me, and I won't let you. They are all in full bloom. Red is like fire, pink
is like sunset, and white is like snow. The flowers are sweet; When I closed my eyes, Murakami seemed to be full of peaches, Xinger and pears.
There are hundreds of bees buzzing under the flowers, and butterflies of different sizes are flying around. Wildflowers are everywhere: miscellaneous, named
, nameless, scattered in the grass like eyes, like stars, and blinking.
"It's not cold to blow your face", which is good, like a mother's hand stroking you. The wind brings the smell of newly turned earth, mixed with the smell of grass, and the fragrance of various flowers, all brewing in the slightly moist air. Birds are happy when they nest in
flowers and young leaves. calling friends shows off her crisp throat and sings a melody, which is in harmony with the breeze
flowing water. The piccolo of the shepherd boy on the cow's back is ringing loudly all day at this time.
rain is the most common, and it lasts for three or two days. Don't be annoyed. Look, it's like ox hair, like a flower needle, like a filament, densely woven diagonally, and there is a thin layer of smoke on the roof. The leaves are bright green. The grass is too green to make your eyes.
in the evening, the lights are turned on, and a little yellow light sets off a quiet and peaceful night. In the countryside, on the path, by the stone bridge, there are people walking slowly with umbrellas; There are also working farmers in the field, wearing shriveled clothes and hats. Their houses,
sparse, were silent in the rain.
There are more kites in the sky and more children on the ground. Every family, old and young, in the city and countryside, came out one by one like a
trip. Relax your muscles and bones, be full of energy, and do your own thing.
"A year's plan lies in spring", which is just the beginning, with plenty of time and hope.
Spring is like a newly born doll. It is new from head to toe, and it grows.
spring is like a little girl, beautifully dressed, smiling and walking.
Spring is like a strong young man with iron arms, waist and feet. He leads us forward.
green
Zhu Ziqing
When I went to Xianyan for the second time, I was amazed at the green in plum rain pool.
plum rain pool is a waterfall pool. There are three waterfalls in Xian Waterfall, and Meiyu Waterfall is the lowest. Walking to the mountain side, I heard the sound of flowers
flowers; Looking up, a white and shiny water set in two wet black edges appeared in front of me.
let's go to meiyu pavilion first. Meiyuting is facing the waterfall; Sitting at the edge of the pavilion, you can see it all without looking up.
deep under the pavilion is plum rain pool. The pavilion stands on a prominent corner of the rock, and it is empty from top to bottom; It's like a
goshawk floating in the sky with its wings spread. There are mountains on three sides, like half a ring; People are at the bottom of the well. This
is a cloudy weather in autumn. Slight clouds are flowing above us; Both the rock surface and the grass show a few < P > oily greens from wetting. And the waterfall seems to be particularly loud. The waterfall rushed down from above, as if it had been torn into several strands of size. It is no longer a neat and smooth cloth. There are many edges and corners on the rock; When the waterfall flows past, it makes a sharp impact, and
it splashes like flying flowers and broken jade. The splashing water is crystal clear and full of mans; Looking from a distance, like little Bai Mei,
it rained down one after another. It is said that this is why plum rain pool got his name. But I think, like Yang Hua, it is more accurate < P >. When the breeze rises, a little bit drifts with the wind, which is even more beautiful. -at this moment, a few points were accidentally sent into our warm
arms, so we suddenly got into it and couldn't find it again.
plum rain pool's sparkling green attracts us; We began to chase after her clutch light. Grabbing the grass, climbing
the rocks, leaning down carefully, bowing over a stone dome door, we arrived at the edge of the pool. Waterfalls are between the lapels and sleeves. But there is no waterfall in my heart. My heart swayed with the green of the pool. That intoxicating green is like
a huge lotus leaf covered with strange green. I want to hold her with open arms; But what a
delusion this is. Standing at the water's edge, looking at that side, I actually feel a little far away! This is paved with thick green, and it looks < P > really cute. She is loosely wrinkled, like a skirt dragged by a young woman; She fiddled with it gently, like a beating first love
a woman's heart; She is smooth and bright, like "bright oil", as soft and tender as egg white, which makes people want to touch the tenderest skin they have ever touched. She doesn't bother me, just like a piece of warm jasper, with only one color < P >-but you can't see through her! I have seen the green poplars in Shichahai, Beijing, and they can't get rid of the yellow background, which seems too < P > weak. I've seen the high and dense "green wall" next to the Hupao Temple in Hangzhou, where endless green grass and leaves overlap. < P > That seems too thick. As for the rest, the waves in the West Lake are too bright, and those in Qinhuai River are too dark. Lovely, what
shall I compare with you? How can I compare it? About the pool is deep, so it can contain such a strange green; As if
the blue sky had melted into it, it was so fresh. -that intoxicating green! If I can cut your ribbon, I will give it to the light dancer; She will be able to float in the wind. If I can treat you like an eye, I will give it to
the blind girl who sings well; She will have a bright eye. I am reluctant to part with you; How can I give you up? I patted you with my hand, caressed you, like a girl of twelve or thirteen. I touched your entrance again, and I kissed her. I'll give you a name.
I'll call you "Daughter Green" from now on, ok?
The second time I went to Xianyan, I couldn't help but be amazed at the green in plum rain pool.
On February 8th, Wenzhou made a
shadow
Zhu Ziqing
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 handed over. It was a day when it never rains but it pours. I went from Beijing to Xuzhou, and I planned to follow my father
to go home. When I went to Xuzhou to see my father, I saw the things in the yard, and I remembered my grandmother. I couldn't help but shed tears.
Father said, "It's so, there's no need to be sad, but God never shuts one door but he opens another!"
when I went home to sell the pledge, my father paid the deficit; Borrowed money for the funeral again. These days, things at home are very bleak.
Half of them are for funeral and half for father's leisure. After the funeral, my father will go to Nanjing for a job, and I will go back to Beijing to study, so we will go together.
When I arrived in Nanjing, a friend made an appointment to go sightseeing and stayed for one day. The next morning, you have to cross the river to Pukou, and in the afternoon, you have to take the
bus to the north. Because my father was busy, he had already decided not to see me off, and asked a familiar waiter in the hotel to accompany me. He
instructed the waiter three times, very carefully. But he finally