Zhu Ziqing's prose is mainly narrative and lyrical essays. The subject matter of his works can be divided into three series: one is to write social life to attack the dark reality as the main content of a group of prose, the representative works of the "price of life - 70 cents", "the white man - God's proud son" and "the executive government massacre". Secondly, a group of essays represented by "Backstory", "Children", "Mourning for a Dead Woman" and "Spring", which mainly describe personal and family life, and express the human feelings among fathers, sons, husbands and wives and friends, and have a strong flavor of human feelings. Thirdly, a group of novels mainly about natural scenery, such as "Green", "The Qinhuai River in the Shadow of Oars and Lights" and "Moonlight in the Lotus Pond", are representative masterpieces, which have accompanied the joys and sorrows of people from one generation to the next. The latter two types of prose, Zhu Ziqing wrote the most outstanding, of which "back" "Lotus Pond Moonlight" is a popular masterpiece. His prose is simple and meticulous, clear and elegant, and is known for its refined language and clear writing, which is very rich in true feelings.
His landscape prose occupies an important position in modern literature, and his use of vernacular language to describe the scenery is the most charming. For example, in "Green", he used metaphors, comparisons and other techniques to delicately and y draw the texture and color of the Meiyutan waterfalls, and the text deliberately seeks to work, showing a high degree of skill in mastering the language and text.
His pure writing skills are even more evident in "Moonlight in a Lotus Pond". For example, when describing the beauty of the lotus in the moonlight, the author compared it to the pearl, the stars of the blue sky, the beauty of the bath; in describing the light fragrance of the lotus, and used "as if the distant high floors floated over to the sound of the song of the remote," a sentence, to the sound of the song of a metaphor for the aroma, to the remote metaphor for the lightness of the aroma, the use of this generalized techniques accurate and The use of this generalized technique is accurate and wonderful.
Zhu Ziqing also has another language style of prose, that is, the use of simple language, in the simple narrative of the sincere deep feelings. These works often show the author's integrity, enthusiasm, and progressive mind, such as "the price of life - seventy cents", "white people - God's proud son! etc. are representative works of this style, of which the most influential is The Backstory. This prose washes away his past lead, through the father's every move, the reader seems to see the author's miserable family situation and the father's deep love for his son. Li Guangtian said in the article "The Most Complete Personality": "The Backstory is a piece of writing that is less than fifty lines in terms of the number of lines, and no more than fifteen hundred words in terms of the number of words. ...... Since this short piece of writing was chosen as a textbook for secondary school, in the eyes of the secondary school students, the three words "Zhu Ziqing" have become the same as the words "Zhu Ziqing" and "Zhu Ziqing". ' three words have become inseparably one with 'Backstory'." What is said here is the situation before liberation. As for the post-liberation period, there were fewer selections of "Backstory," while the text "Moonlight in a Lotus Pond" was always selected as a textbook and recited by university and middle school students because of the beauty of its writing.
Why is Zhu Ziqing's prose so highly regarded? Mainly because his prose has the character of truth, goodness and beauty. The truth is that the content is true, sincere feelings. Good, means that the works of thought and feelings exposed is progressive, the author is right and wrong, love and hate and the masses of the people. Beauty, of course, includes many aspects, but especially for the general prose works unattainable, is its language beautiful and flavorful, both as clear and smooth as streams, and as sweet and chewy as olives. How does Zhu Ziqing pursue truth, goodness and beauty in his prose creation? From the content, Zhu Ziqing wrote about things he personally experienced. Not only are the big things well-founded, is a detail, but also strive to be true and accurate. He could not tolerate the slightest untruth in his prose. There is such a thing: there is a sentence in his Moonlight in a Lotus Pond: "The most lively thing at this time of the year is the sound of cicadas in the trees and the frogs in the water." Later, a reader wrote to tell him that the cicadas did not call at night. Zhu Ziqing thought that he did hear cicadas that night, but to be on the safe side, he asked several people and wrote to an entomologist for advice. As a result, everyone agreed that cicadas do not call at night, but only occasionally. Zhu Ziqing therefore suspected that he had misremembered, and was prepared to delete the sentence about cicadas calling when he reprinted his collection of essays, Backstory. But later, he heard the sound of cicadas on a moonlit night twice more, and only then did he believe that he had not written it wrongly, and that the general public had an inaccurate understanding of cicadas calling on a moonlit night. He wrote an article specifically for this purpose, explaining the difficulty of observing things. From this incident can be seen, Zhu Ziqing in the treatment of the authenticity of the content of the writing, the attitude is how serious and serious.
Zhu Ziqing prose feelings of sincerity is even more reputable. His "Backstory" and "To the Dead Woman" are called "the first literature of love between heaven and earth". In the light ink, there is a deep feeling, not a bit of artifice, but the power to move the heartstrings. In his articles "On Realism and Picturesque", "On Slogans and Slogans", "Zhong Ming<Vomiting Bitter Lips>Preface", etc., he emphasized that "truth" "is nature", "rhetoric to establish its sincerity", "rhetoric to establish its sincerity", "rhetoric to establish its sincerity", "rhetoric to establish its sincerity", "rhetoric to establish its sincerity", "rhetoric to establish its sincerity", and "rhetoric to establish its sincerity". ", emphasizing that "publicity and writing can not be missing ...... sincere attitude". It is this "sincere attitude", so that he put his true feelings, are poured into the words between the lines. And this from the depths of the heart out of the feelings of joy, anger, sadness and happiness, it is easier to cause the reader's **** Ming. Zhu Ziqing embarked on the road of literature, initially famous for poetry, published a long poem "Destruction" and some short poems, included in the "Snow Dynasty" and "Traces". From the mid-1920s, he devoted himself to the creation of prose, and authored the essay collections Backstory, Miscellany of European Travel, You and I, Miscellany of London, and miscellaneous essays, Standard and Scale, and On Elegance and Secularity*** Appreciation, etc. He was also the author of a series of essays, including Scenery and Landscape. His prose, landscape writing, travelogue, lyricism and miscellaneous essays and essays. First of all, he wrote landscape essays such as "Qinhuai River in the Shadow of Oars and Lights" and "Moonlight in the Lotus Pond", which showed the achievements of vernacular literature; followed by "Backstory", "Sons and Daughters", "To the Deceased Woman", and other emotional works, which set up a model of "Talking Style" prose that is rich in texture and naturalness; and lastly, he wrote miscellaneous essays with micro-conversations and full of interesting ideas, realizing the importance of poet, scholar and writer. Finally, he realized the unity of poet, scholar and fighter with his miscellaneous feeling of talking in a small way and full of interest. He has contributed to the construction of a simple, lyrical, colorful modern language prose.
As a scholar, he has made achievements in the research of poetry theory, classical literature, new literature history and language education. His treatises include New Poetry Miscellany, Poetry, Words, and Zhi, Classical Talks, Teaching Chinese Literature (co-authored with Ye Shengtao), and the lecture notes Outline of the Study of New Chinese Literature. His writings are included in Zhu Ziqing's Complete Works (Jiangsu Education Publishing House).
[edit]Collected Works
Snow Dynasty (a collection of poems) published in 1922 Business
Backstory (a collection of prose) published in 1928 Enlightenment
Traces (a collection of poems and prose) published in 1929 by the Yadong Library
Miscellany of European Travels (a collection of prose) published in 1934 Enlightenment
The You and I (essays) published in 1936, Business
Miscellany of London (essays) published in 1943, Kaiming
Teaching the State Literature (essays) published in 1945, Kaiming
Classical Talks (essays) published in 1946, Literature
Poetry in Words: Discussions of Poetry (poetic essays) published in 1947, Kaiming
New New Words: Discussions of Poetry and Spirituality published in 1947, Kaiming
New Writings on the New Writings of the New Writings of the New Writers of the New World <
New Poetry Miscellany (Essays on Poetry) published in 1947, Writers' Book House
Standards and Dimensions (Miscellaneous Essays) published in 1948, Wenguang
Language Gleanings (Collected Essays) published in 1948, Meishan Book House
On Elegance and Secularity **** Appreciation (Collected Miscellaneous Essays) published in 1948, Observatory Society
Zhu Ziqing Zhu Ziqing (Collected Works) (Volumes 1-4), published in 1953, Kaiming
Zhu Ziqing Classical Literature Essays (Upper and Lower Volumes), published in 1981, Ancient Books
Zhu Ziqing Preface and Tremendous Book Reviews (Essays), published in 1983, Sanlian
Zhu Ziqing Prose Selections, published in 1986, Hundred Flowers
The Complete Works of Zhu Ziqing (The Complete Works of Zhu Ziqing). The Complete Works of Zhu Ziqing (Volumes 1-3), published in 1988, Jiangsu Education (not available)
Zhu Ziqing's Prose Collections:
1 Hurriedly
2 The Sound of Singing
3 The Qinhuai River in the Shadow of Paddles and Lights
4 The Traces of Wenzhou
5 The Back of the Shadow
6 Civilization of the Sailing Ship
6 The Civilization of the Sailing Ship
7 The Civilization of the Sailing Ship
7 The Civilization of the Sailing Ship
8 The Civilization of the Sailing Ship
9 The Civilization of the Sailing Ship <
7 Moonlight in a Lotus Pond
8 The Woman I Love
9 <Plum Blossom> Afterword
10 The White Race - God's Proud Son
11 Huai Wei Grip Qing Jun
12 A River
13 "Children"
14 "Lamenting Wei Jie Sanjun"
15 "Travel Miscellany"
16 "Gone with the Wind"
17 "Speaking of Dreams"
18 "Baekchae"
19 "A Letter"
20 "Preface"
21 "Spring"
22 "Green"
"Rush" Zhu Ziqing (selected into the People's Publishing House 'Experimental Humanist Version' sixth grade textbook)
"Spring" Zhu Ziqing (selected into the Humanist Version of the first year of the first language textbook, Zhejian Version of the sixth grade under the language textbook)
Looking forward to it, looking forward to it, the east wind came, the footsteps of the spring is near.
Everything looks like it has just woken up and opened its eyes gladly. The mountains are moist, the water is rising, and the sun's face is red.
The grass sneaks out of the land, tender and green. The garden, the field, look to go, a large area full of. The first thing you need to do is to get a good deal of money, and then you'll be able to get a good deal of money, and then you'll be able to get a good deal of money. The wind is gentle and the grass is soft.
Peach trees, apricot trees, pear trees, you do not let me, I do not let you, are full of flowers to catch up. The red is like fire, the pink is like the sun, and the white is like snow. Flowers with a sweet flavor; closed eyes, the tree seems to have been full of peaches, apricots, pears. Thousands of bees buzzed under the flowers, and butterflies of all sizes flitted about. Wildflowers all over the place is: miscellaneous kinds of children, named, unnamed, scattered in the grass like eyes like stars, but also winking and winking.
"Blowing face is not cold willow wind", good, like a mother's hand touching you, the wind with some of the newly turned earth's breath, mixed with the smell of grass, as well as a variety of flowers, all in the slightly moist air brewing. Birds will nest in the flowers and young leaves, happy, calling for friends to show off the crisp singing voice, singing a melodious tune, and the wind and running water to echo. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world, and you'll be able to do it all on your own.
Rain is the most common, one is three or two days. Don't be annoyed. Look, like cow hair, like flower needle, like fine silk, densely woven diagonally, the roof of the house is covered with a layer of thin smoke. The leaves of the trees, however, are so green that they shine, and the grass is so green that it forces your eyes. In the evening, on the lamp, a little yellow light, baked a quiet and peaceful night. In the countryside, on the path, stone bridge, there are people walking slowly with umbrellas, and farmers working in the field, wearing straw raincoats and hats. Their houses are sparse and silent in the rain.
The kites in the sky gradually increased, and the children on the ground also increased. The city and the countryside, families, old and small, also rush as if, one by one, they all came out. The people of the city and the countryside, the families, old and young, also rushed as if, one by one, they all came out to stretch their muscles and bones, shaking their spirits, each doing their own thing. "A year's plan is in the spring", just the beginning of the head, there is a lot of work, there is a lot of hope.
Spring is like a doll that just landed on the ground, from head to toe are new, it grows.
Spring is like a little girl, flamboyant and smiling as she walks.
Spring is like robust youth, with iron arms and waist and feet, leading us forward.
Back
Zhu Ziqing
I do not see my father for more than two years, I can not forget is his back.
That winter, my grandmother died, and my father was relieved of his duties. I went from Beijing to Xuzhou, intending to follow my father home in mourning. I'm not sure how much I'm going to be able to do, but I'm going to be able to do it," he said, "I'm going to be able to do it, and I'm going to be able to do it," he said. The father said: "Things have been so, do not have to be sad, well in the sky is not the end of the road!"
Home to sell the pledge, the father paid the shortfall; and borrowed money to do the funeral. These days, the home scene is very bleak, half for the funeral, half for the father to be idle. The funeral is over, my father to Nanjing to work, I also want to go back to Beijing to study, we will travel.
When I arrived in Nanjing, a friend asked to go to the tour, stayed for a day; the next morning, I had to cross the river to Pukou, and in the afternoon, I got on the car and went north. My father was busy, I had already said not to send me, told the hotel a familiar teahouse to accompany me. He repeatedly instructed the teahouse to be very careful. However, he was finally uneasy, fearing that the teahouse would be inappropriate; he hesitated for a while. In fact, I was already twenty years old and had been to Beijing two or three times, so it didn't matter. After hesitating for a while, he finally decided to send me there himself. I advised him two or three times that he didn't need to go; he only said, "It doesn't matter, they're not good!"
We crossed the river and entered the station. I bought a ticket, he was busy taking care of the luggage. The first time I saw him, he was so busy with his luggage that he had to tip the porters to get him across the river. The first time I saw this was when I was a student at the University of California, Berkeley, and I was a student at the University of California, Berkeley. I was too smart for him, I always felt that he had to intervene because he was not very nice, but he finally settled the price and sent me on my way. He fixed a chair for me by the door; and I laid down the purple coat he had made for me. He told me to be careful on the road, and to be vigilant at night, and not to catch cold. He also asked the teahouse to take good care of me. In my heart, I laughed at his pedantry; they only recognize money, and entrusting them is just a waste of time! Besides, I am such an old man, can't I take care of myself? I'm not sure if I'm a good person, but I'm a good person, and I'm not sure if I'm a good person!
I said, "Dad, you go." He looked out of the car and said, "I'm going to buy some oranges. You stay right here and don't move." I see a couple of sellers waiting for customers outside the fence on that platform over there. To walk to yonder platform, one had to cross the railroad tracks and had to jump down and climb up. My father was a fat man, so naturally it was a little more work to walk across. I was going to go, but he refused, so I let him go. I saw him wearing a black cloth cap, a black cloth coat and a dark green cloth cotton robe, hobbling to the railroad tracks, slowly probing down, not too difficult. But it was not easy for him to cross the railroad tracks and climb up to the platform over there. He climbed up with both hands, and then shrank upward with both feet; his fat body leaned slightly to the left, showing his effort. At that moment I saw his back, and my tears flowed down quickly. I quickly wiped away the tears. I was afraid that he would see them, or that others would see them. When I looked out again, he was already holding the vermilion oranges and walking back. When crossing the railroad tracks, he first put the oranges on the ground, slowly climbed down, and then picked up the oranges and walked. When we reached this side, I rushed to assist him. He and I went to the car and put the oranges on my leather coat. Then he pounced on the mud on his coat, as if his heart was very relaxed. After a while, he said, "I'm leaving, come over there and write!" I looked at him walking out. He walked a few steps, turned back to see me, said, "Go in, no one inside." When his back blended into the comings and goings and he couldn't be found again, I came in and sat down, and my tears came again.
In recent years, my father and I have been traveling from place to place, and the situation at home is getting worse every day. He was a young man who went out to make a living and did a lot of great things on his own. I'm not sure how much I'm going to get out of this, but I'm sure I'm going to get out of this," he said! He was saddened by his feelings, and naturally he could not help himself. When he was sad, he could not help himself. When he was depressed, he would naturally express his feelings outwardly, and his anger was often triggered by trivial matters in the family. He treated me differently. But in the last two years, he finally forgot my bad, but only thought of me, thought of my son. I came to the north, he wrote a letter to me, the letter said: "my health is safe, but the bladder pain is very strong, a lot of inconvenience in lifting the pen, about the time to go is not far away." I read here, in the crystal tears, and saw that fat, green cotton robe black cloth coat back. Alas! I do not know when I can meet him again!
Moonlight in the lotus pond / Zhu Ziqing
These days the heart is not quiet. Tonight, sitting in the courtyard, I suddenly remembered the lotus pond that I walked by day after day, and in the light of the full moon
, it should have a different look. The moon is gradually rising, the wall of the road on the children's laughter, has been inaudible; wife
in the house, patting the leap, humming in a daze sleep song. I quietly put on a big shirt, take the door to go out.
Along the Lotus Pond is a winding little coal-chip road. This is a secluded road; few people walk in the daytime, and the night is even lonelier.
On all sides of the pond, there are many trees growing luxuriantly. On the other side of the road, there are some willows and some trees that I don't know the name of.
On nights when there is no moonlight, the road is eerie and a bit scary. Tonight is a good night, although the moonlight is still faint.
I was alone on the road, pacing with my hands behind my back. This piece of heaven and earth seems to be mine; it's like I've gone beyond my usual self to another
world. I love to be lively and calm, to live in a group and to be alone. Like tonight, a person under the pale moon
, can think of anything, can not think of anything, then feel is a free person. The things that you must do in the daytime, the things that you must say
words, now can be ignored. This is the wonderful thing about being alone; I'm just going to enjoy the boundless fragrance of the lotus and the moonlight.
Above the curved lotus pond, the view is of fields of leaves. The leaves are very high up in the water, like the skirts of a dancing girl. Layers of leaves
In the middle of the seeds, sporadically dotted with some white flowers, there are curly open, there are shyly dozen; as a grain of pearl,
and as the stars in the blue sky, and as just out of the bath of the beauty. The breeze, sent a wisp of fragrance, as if the distant high building of the remote
song like. At this time, the leaves and flowers also have some of the trembling, like lightning, suddenly spread across the lotus pond over there. The leaves were
shoulder-to-shoulder next to each other, which is like a condensed blue wave marks.
The leaves are covered by the flowing water underneath, so you can't
see some of the colors, but the leaves are more elegant.
The moonlight is like running water, quietly cascading over this leaf and flower. A thin green mist floated up in the lotus pond. The leaves and flowers seemed as if they had been washed in buttermilk; and like a dream covered with a light veil. Although it was a full moon, there was a layer of light clouds in the sky, so it could not be illuminated
; but I thought it was just the right thing to do - a sound sleep is indispensable, but a nap is also very flavorful.
The moonlight was shining through the trees
, and the bushes on the high side, falling down the uneven mottled black shadows, but also like a painting on the lotus leaves. The moonlight in the pond is not uniform
, but the light and shadow have a harmonious melody, such as the famous song played on the Van Zuiden.
On all sides of the pond, near and far, high and low are trees, and the willow is the most. These trees surrounded the pond; only
On the side of the path, there were a few gaps, as if for the moonlight.
The color of the trees is always gloomy, and at first glance it looks like a cloud of smoke;
but the beauty of the willows can be recognized even in the smoke. The top of the tree is a distant mountain, only a little careless.
The cracks of the trees are also leaking one or two points of street light, not lively, is thirsty for sleeper's eyes. At this time the most lively, to count the trees of the cicadas
and the frogs in the water; but the lively is theirs, I have nothing.
Suddenly I remembered the picking of lotus. Lotus picking is an old custom in Jiangnan, seems to have a long time ago, and the six dynasties are prevalent, from the poetry can
be roughly know. Lotus picking is a young woman, they are swinging a boat, singing a colorful song to go. Needless to say, there are a lot of lotus pickers,
There are also people who watch lotus picking. It was a lively season and a season of flirtation. Liang Yuandi "lotus picking fugue" said well
: so the demon child women, swinging boat heart talk: [beneficial bird] first Xu Hui, and pass the feather cup; Anchorage will move and algae hanging, boat want to move and Ping open.
The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on the boat, and then you'll be able to get your hands on the boat.
This is the light of the playground at that time. This is really interesting, but it is a pity that we now have long been unable to enjoy.
The lines from "West
Chau Chau Song":
The lotus is in the fall of Nantang, the lotus is over the head of the people; the head is down to get the lotus seed, the lotus seed is clear as water.
Tonight, if there is a lotus picker, the lotus here is also considered to be "over the head"; only to see some of the shadow of the flowing water, is not enough.
This
makes me miss Jiangnan in the end.
This is the first time I've ever seen a woman in the world who has been in the world for a long time, and I've never seen her in the world before.
Children / Zhu Ziqing
I am now the father of five children. When I think of the metaphor "snail with a shell on its back" that Shengtao likes to use, I feel uncomfortable. A recent relative laughed at me and said, "It's going to take a lot of skin!" It's even creepier. Ten years ago, when I first got married, in Mr. Hu Shizhi's "Zanghui Room Journal", I saw an article that said there are many great people in the world are not married; the article also quoted Bacon's words, "those who have a wife, their fate is set." At that time, I was really shocked, as if I had awakened from a dream; but my family had already married a daughter-in-law, so what could I say? Now there was a daughter-in-law, followed by five children; two shoulders, plus such a heavy burden, really do not know how to go. There is no need to say "destiny"; from the children's side, how they should grow up is also something to worry about. I am a completely selfish person. I can barely be a husband, and I can't even be a father. Naturally, I know a little bit about the philosophies and ethics of the "cult of the offspring" and the "child-centeredness"; and as a father, I know that it is not possible for me to close my eyes to the rights of my children. Unfortunately, this is just a theory, but in reality, I am still dealing with it barbarically according to the old tradition, just like an ordinary father. Recently, as a middle-aged man, I have come to feel my own cruelty; I think of the physical punishment and scolding my children have suffered, and I can't justify it - my heart sinks as if I were stroking an old wound. Once, when I read the translation of Takeshi Arishima's "With the Young," I was so impressed by the greatness and sincerity of his attitude that I wept. Last year a letter came from my father asking about Jiu, who was then still at Hakuba Lake; it said, "I have not delayed you, and it would be better if you did not delay him." I wept over these words; why was I not like my father's kindness? I ought not to have forgotten how my father treated us! Human nature is truly dualistic, and I am so conflicted; my heart comes and goes like a pendulum.
Have you read Mr. Lu Xun's "Happy Family"? My family is one of those "happy families"! Every day at lunch and dinner, it's like two tidal waves. First of all, the children you come and go in the kitchen and the dining room to check, one side urged me or my wife to send "dinner" order. A rush of broken footsteps, laughing and yelling, came and went until the order was given. One by one they ran and shouted the order to the servants in the kitchen; and immediately they rushed back to carry the stools. So this one said, "I'll sit here!" That one said, "Big brother won't let me!" But the elder brother said, "My little sister hit me!" I mediate between them and say nice things. But sometimes they were very stubborn, and sometimes I was impatient, so I used to scold them; and when scolding didn't work, I couldn't help it, but my heavy hand came down on them. The situation was settled when some people cried and some sat down. Then you want a big bowl, he wants a small bowl, you say red chopsticks are good, he says black chopsticks are good; this one wants dry rice, that one wants thin rice, want tea, want soup, want fish, want meat, want tofu, want radish; you say he has more food, he says you have good food. My wife was comforting them as usual, but this was obviously too pedantic. I'm a cranky guy, how could I wait? Needless to say, with the old method will be their immediate conquest; although there are crying, soon also wiped tears holding up the bowl. When they had finished eating, they all climbed down from their stools, and the table was covered with grains of rice, soup, bones, and crumbs, together with chopsticks and spoons, like a colorful model of a map. Apart from eating, the most important thing for them was to play. During the game, the big one had a big idea and the small one had a small idea, and each of them insisted on it, so they argued; or the big one bullied the small one, or the small one even bullied the big one, and the bullied one cried and yelled and came to me or my wife to complain; I usually had to use the old method of judging, but there were times when I ignored them. The hardest of all is when there is a struggle for a toy: this one is the same as that one, but he wants that one; and that one refuses to give in. Under such circumstances, no matter what, it is inevitable to cry. Naturally, these incidents do not happen every day, but there are always a few of them. If I sat at home reading or writing anything, I was sure to be distracted several times in an hour, or to get up once or twice. If it is a rainy day or Sunday, the children are at home more, then, spread out the book can not read a line, lift the pen can not write a word of things, there have been. I often say to my wife, "Our family is really all day long a thousand horses!" Sometimes it is not only "all day", even at night there are soldiers and horses in the process, in the breast or sick child time!
The year I got married, I was nineteen years old. At twenty-one, I had Jiu; at twenty-three, I had Nai. At that time I was like a wild horse, how could I tolerate these cumbersome saddle blankets, bridles, and reins? I knew it was impossible to get rid of them, but I was unconsciously getting rid of them all the time. In retrospect, those days were really hard on these two children; it was really hard to forgive all the atrocities! Jiu was only two and a half years old, and we lived in a school in Hangzhou. For some reason, this child was particularly crybaby and afraid of strangers. Whenever he didn't see his mother or had a visitor, he would cry. There were many people living in the school, I could not let him disturb them, and there were always guests; I was so annoyed that I once specially tricked my wife, closed the door, and pressed him to the ground and beat him up. This incident, my wife still feel a little intolerant; she said my hand is too hot, in the end, is still two and a half years old child! I often think of the scene at that time in recent years, also feel gloomy. Ah Cai in Taizhou, that is even smaller; only after the age of one year, not yet walking. Also for the sake of pestering mother's sake, I pressed her tightly in the corner, straight cried for three or four minutes; so sick for several days. My wife said that it was really chilling at that time! But my bitterness was also real. I have written to Shengtao, saying that the children's trials and tribulations, really can not be helped; sometimes even feel that it is better to commit suicide. Although these were angry words, I did have such feelings. Later on, the children were more and more, and the trials and tribulations had been long, and the sharp edges of the young man were gradually blunted; and with the growth of age and rational control, I was able to tolerate it - I felt that I was really an "incompetent father" before, as I said in a letter to another friend. as I wrote to another friend. But my children, when they were young, were more restless than others, and I still feel so. I think this is probably due to the fact that we have not been able to bring them up properly; it would have been shamefully cruel to blame them and make them responsible for us!
Positive sense of "happiness", in fact, there is not. As someone said, the little ones are always cute, the children's little look, careful eyes, indeed some teach people not to give up. Ah Mao is now five months old, you use your fingers to tweak her chin, or to make funny faces to her, she will open her toothless mouth grinning, smiling like a flower in bloom. She did not want to stay in the house; if she stayed long enough, she would yell. My wife used to say, "The girl is going out again." She said she was like a bird, always going outside some time every day. Run'er just turned three last month, and he is so stupid that he has not yet learned to speak well. He can only say three or four words in phrases or sentences, grammatically incorrect, vaguely pronounced, and with a great deal of effort: we always have to laugh at him. When he said "good", he always turned it into "small"; when he was asked "good", he said "small". When asked if he was good, he would say "small" or "not small". We often teased him with this word; he seemed to feel that he could occasionally say the correct word "good" lately - especially when we deliberately said "small". He had an enameled bowl, bought for ten cents; and when he bought it, his mother taught him, "Here is ten cents." He memorized the word "10 cents" and called the bowl "10 cents", sometimes even omitting the word "Mao". In the case of the new mom, she had to be translated to understand it. He was embarrassed, or when he saw a new customer, he grinned; we often used the vernacular, called him "dull melon". He was a little fat, short legs, walking, waddling ridiculous; if fast walking or running, it will be more "good-looking". He sometimes followed my example, folding his arms behind his back and swaying; that was fun for him and us. His elder sister, Ah Choi, was already seven years old and studying in elementary school. At the dinner table, she must report something about her classmates or their parents; she would talk breathlessly, whether you liked to hear it or not. When I was done, I was always asked, "Does Dad know?" "Does Daddy know?" My wife often forbids her to talk during dinner, so she always asks me. She asks a lot of questions: when she watches a movie, she asks if the people in the movie are human beings. Are they real people? Why don't they talk? It's the same with looking at photographs. I don't know who told her that soldiers are supposed to beat people. When she came back, she asked, "Are soldiers human beings? Why do they beat people? Recently, after listening to what Mr. Chang said, she came back and asked who Zhang Zuolin's soldiers were helping. Are Chiang Kai-shek's soldiers helping us? Such questions, every day, often make me do not know how to answer. She and Run Er played together, one big and one small, not very compatible, always quarreling and crying. But there are times when they do: for example, this one hides under the bed, that one will go in and chase; this one drills out, that one also follows - this bed to that bed, hear laughing, yelling, panting, as my wife said, like a puppy. Now in the capital, there are only these three children; A nine and turn is last year when the north, let the mother temporarily brought back to Yangzhou.