Zhu Ziqing
My father and I haven't seen each other for more than two years. What I can't forget most is his back. That winter, my grandmother died, and my father was relieved of his job. It was a day when it never rains but it pours. I went from Beijing to Xuzhou, and I plan to go home with my father. 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, don't be sad, but God never shuts one door but he opens another!" " When I went home to sell the pawn, my father paid the deficit; Borrowed money for the funeral again. These days, the situation at home is very bleak, half 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 a day. The next morning, you have to cross the river to Pukou and get on the bus to go north in the afternoon. 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 repeatedly told the waiter, very carefully. But he was finally worried that the waiter would not stick it properly; I hesitated for a while. In fact, I was twenty years old that year, and I have been to and from Beijing two or three times, so it doesn't matter. He hesitated for a while, and finally decided to take me there himself. I repeatedly advised him not to go; He just said, "Never mind, they can't go well!" We crossed the river and entered the station. I bought the ticket, and he was busy looking after the luggage. There is too much luggage, so you have to tip the porter before you can go there. He was busy bargaining with them again. I was really smart at that time, and I always thought that his speech was not beautiful and I had to interrupt myself, but he finally settled the price; Just walk me to the car. He chose a chair near the door for me; I paved the seat with the purple coat he made for me. He told me to be careful on the road, to be alert at night and not to catch cold. And asked the waiter to take good care of me. I laughed at his pedantry in my heart; They only know money, and they are just asking for nothing! And can't a man of my age take care of himself? Well, now that I think about it, it was so clever at that time! I said, "Dad, you go." He looked out of the car and said, "I'll buy some oranges." You stay here, don't walk around. " I think there are some vendors waiting for customers outside the fence on the platform over there. To get to the platform over there, you have to cross the railway, jump down and climb up. Father is a fat man, so it is naturally more troublesome to walk there. I was going to go, but he refused, so I had to let him go. I saw him hobbling to the railway side in a small black hat, a big black jacket and a dark blue cotton gown, and slowly leaning down, which was not difficult. But it is not easy for him to climb the platform over there when he crosses the railway. He climbed it with both hands, and his feet shrank up again; His fat body leans slightly to the left, showing the appearance of hard work. At this time, I saw his back and my tears quickly flowed down. I quickly wiped away my tears. I'm afraid he will see it, and I'm afraid others will see it. When I looked out again, he had walked back with the scarlet orange in his arms. When crossing the railway, he first scattered the oranges on the ground, climbed down slowly by himself, and then picked them up and walked away. When I got here, I hurried to help him. He and I walked to the car and put oranges on my fur coat. So I threw myself at the dirt on my clothes and felt very relaxed. After a while, he said, "I'm leaving. Write there!" I watched him go out. He took a few steps, turned around and saw me and said, "Go in, there's no one inside." When his back was mixed with people coming and going, I couldn't find it anymore, so I came in and sat down, and my tears came again. In recent years, my father and I have been running around, and the situation at home is getting worse. As a teenager, he went out to make a living, supported himself and did many great things. I didn't know that the old environment was so depressed! He was so sad that he couldn't help himself. If you are depressed in the middle, it is natural to send it out; Family trifles often touch his anger. He treated me differently. But I haven't seen him for the last two years, and he finally forgot my faults, just thinking about me and my son. After I came to the north, he wrote a letter to me, which said, "I am in good health, but my arm hurts badly. It is inconvenient to lift my pen and pen, so the time for my departure is not far away." I read here, and in the crystal tears, I saw the back of the fat, blue cotton robe and black mandarin jacket. Alas! I don't know when I can see him again!
Moonlight in the Lotus Pond
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My heart is quite restless these days. Sitting in the yard to enjoy the cool tonight, I suddenly remembered the lotus pond that I walked through every day. In the light of this full moon, it should look different. The moon gradually rose, and the children's laughter on the road outside the wall was no longer audible; My wife is patting Leap in the room, humming a sleep song in a daze. I quietly put on a big shirt and took the door out.
along the lotus pond, there is a small winding cinder road. This is a secluded road; Few people walk during the day, and the night is even lonelier. Around the lotus pond, there are many trees, which are lush. On one side of the road, there are some willows and some trees with unknown names. On a moonless night, the road is gloomy and a little scary. Tonight is very good, although the moonlight is still faint.
I was alone on the road, walking around with my hands behind my back. This piece of heaven and earth seems to be mine; I also like to go beyond my usual self and go to another world. I love to be lively and calm; Love to live in groups and love to be alone. Like tonight, a person can think of anything and think of nothing under this boundless moon, and he feels like a free person. What must be done during the day and what must be said can be ignored now. This is the beauty of being alone, and I will enjoy the boundless moonlight of lotus fragrance.
on the winding lotus pond, I look forward to the leaves of Tian Tian. The leaves are high out of the water, like a graceful dancer's skirt. Among the layers of leaves, there are some white flowers dotted sporadically, some are blooming gracefully, and some are shyly budding; Just like a pearl, like a star in a blue sky, like a beauty who just came out of the bath. When the breeze passed by, it sent wisps of fragrance, like a faint song on a tall building in the distance. At this time, the leaves and flowers also trembled a little, like lightning, and passed across the lotus pond in an instant. The leaves were close to each other side by side, so there was a clear wave mark. Under the leaves is the flowing water, which is covered and can't see some colors; And the leaves are more exposed to the wind.
the moonlight is like running water, quietly pouring down on this leaf and flower. A thin blue mist floated in the lotus pond. Leaves and flowers seem to be washed in milk; It's like a dream in a gauze cage. Although it is a full moon, there is a faint cloud in the sky, so it can't shine; But I think this is just the benefit-a deep sleep is indispensable, and a nap is also unique. The moonlight shone through the trees, and the bushes in the high places dropped jagged and mottled shadows, which were as steep as ghosts; The sparse shadows of curved willows seem to be painted on lotus leaves. The moonlight in the pond is uneven; But light and shadow have a harmonious melody, such as a famous song played on the Vatican.
The four sides of the lotus pond are far and near, and the trees are high and low, but the willows are the most. These trees surround a lotus pond; Only on the side of the path, there are some gaps, which seem to be specially left for the moonlight. One example of tree color is cloudy, which at first glance looks like a cloud of smoke; But the abundance of willows can be recognized in the smoke. There are distant mountains in the treetops, which are only a little careless. There are also one or two lights leaking through the cracks in the trees. It is the eyes of the sleepy people who are listless. At this time, the most lively things are cicadas in the trees and frogs in the water; But the excitement is theirs. I have nothing.
I suddenly remembered the matter of picking lotus. Lotus picking is an old custom in Jiangnan, which seems to have existed for a long time, but it flourished in the Six Dynasties. You can get a rough idea from the poem. The lotus-pickers are teenage girls, who go there swinging boats and singing colourful songs. Needless to say, there are a lot of lotus pickers, and there are people who watch lotus pickers. It was a lively season and a romantic season. It is well said in the poem "Lotus-picking Fu" by Emperor Yuan of Liang:
So the demon is a child and a girl,
I am willing to go boating;
the snipe heads back,
and passes the feather cup;
I will move and the algae will hang,
The boat will move and sail flat.
erqi slim waist bundle element,
delay the pace;
The summer begins and the spring ends,
The leaves are tender and the flowers begin,
They smile for fear of touching the dress, and
They gather for fear of leaning over the boat.
you can see what it was like to play at that time. This is really interesting, but it's a pity that we have no happiness now.
Then I remembered the sentence in "Xizhou Qu":
Picking lotus in Nantang in autumn, the lotus is over the head; Low head Fiddle the lotus seed in the water, the lotus seed is as green as the lake.
If there are lotus pickers tonight, the lotus here will be considered "over the head"; It is impossible to see only some shadows of running water. This makes me really miss Jiangnan. -thinking like this, I suddenly looked up and felt that it was already my own door; Gently push the door and go in, there is no sound, and my wife has been asleep for a long time.
Zhu Ziqing (tsinghua campus, Beijing, July 1927. )
Spring (Zhu Ziqing)
Looking forward to, looking forward to, the east wind is coming, and the footsteps of spring are approaching.
Everything looks like I just woke up, and I opened my eyes with joy. The mountains are moist, the water is growing, and the sun is blushing.
The grass crept out of the soil, tender and green. In the garden, in the field, look, there are a lot of them. 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 chardonnay and white is like snow. The flowers are sweet and the trees seem to be full of peaches, Xinger and pears when you close your eyes. Hundreds of bees are buzzing under the flowers, and butterflies of different sizes are flying around. Wild flowers are everywhere: miscellaneous, named, unnamed, scattered among flowers, like eyes, like stars, still 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 nest in the flowers and leaves, and they are happy. calling friends proudly shows off her crisp throat, and sings a melodious tune, which is in harmony with the light wind and 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, and the grass is green enough to force your eyes. In the evening, the lights were turned on, and a little yellow light set off a quiet and peaceful night. Going to the countryside, on the path, by the stone bridge, people walking slowly with umbrellas; There are also farmers who work in the fields, wearing withers and hats. Their thatched cottage, sparse and silent in the rain.
There are more kites in the sky and more children on the ground. In the city and countryside, every household, old and young, came out one by one as if they were in a hurry. Relax your muscles and bones, be full of energy, and do your own thing. "A year's plan lies in spring"; Just started, have a plenty of time, have a plenty of 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.
In a hurry
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Author: Zhu Ziqing
Swallows have gone, and sometimes they will come again; Willow withered, there is a time to be green again; Peach blossoms have withered, but they bloom again. But, smart, tell me, why are our days gone forever? Someone stole them: Who is that? Where is it hidden? They escaped by themselves: where are they now?
I don't know how many days they gave me; But my hands are getting empty. Counting silently, more than 8 thousand days have slipped away from me; Like a drop of water on the needle tip in the sea, my days are dripping in the stream of time, without sound or shadow. I can't help sweating and crying.
whatever you go, whatever you come; What's the hurry between going and coming? When I got up in the morning, two or three oblique suns shot into the hut. The sun has feet, and it has moved gently and quietly; I also follow the rotation blankly. So-when washing your hands, the days pass from the basin; When eating, the days pass from the rice bowl; When I am silent, I pass by my eyes. I felt that he was in a hurry. When I reached out to cover my arm, he passed by the covered hand again. When I was lying in bed at dark, he crossed me and flew away from my feet. When I open my eyes and see the sun again, it will be another day. I covered my face and sighed. But the shadow of the new day began to flash with a sigh.
what can I do in the world of thousands of families in the days when I am flying away? Only wandering, only rushing; In the rush of more than 8 thousand days, what is left except wandering? The past days, like smoke, were dispersed by the breeze, like mist, evaporated by Chu Yang; What traces do I leave? Have I ever left traces like gossamer? I came into this world naked, and will go back naked in a blink of an eye? But it can't be flat. Why do you have to go this time for nothing?
You are clever. Tell me, why are our days gone forever?
Zhu Ziqing-
Sorry, time flies. You've been dead for three years in the blink of an eye. I don't know how many times things have changed in these three years, but you may not pay attention to these, I know. The first thing you think about is your children, and the second is me. Children and I share your world equally, and you do so every day; If you still know after your death, you probably will. (This sentence is the core of the article, and the article begins with this sentence.) To tell you, I came home in the summer: Michael is extremely strong and a head taller than me. Runer's father