Zhu Ziqing, born in 1898, was born in Shaoxing, Zhejiang. 19 16 studied in the philosophy department of Peking University. 1922 co-founded Poetry Monthly with Yu Pingbo and Ye Shengtao, which is the earliest poetry publication since the May 4th Movement. 1923 published the first long poem "Destruction". 1926 10 published the first collection of essays "Background". 193 1 year studied in Britain and roamed many European countries. 1932 returned to China to preside over Tsinghua University literature department. 1947, he issued a protest against the arbitrary arrest of people by the Beiping authorities and signed the Declaration against Hunger and Civil War. 1in June, 948, he protested the American policy of aiding Japan and signed a declaration refusing to accept American flour assistance. Later, due to the recurrence of stomach trouble, the treatment was ineffective and he died of poverty. Before his death, he also told his family not to buy American-aided flour. Mao Zedong praised Zhu Ziqing for starving to death rather than accepting the spirit of American "relief powder" and praised him for "showing the heroism of our nation".
1September, 998 1 1 Sunday, People's Daily published an article "Always Remember Teacher Zhu Ziqing" written by the famous journalist Bai Sheng. The article says: I remember 1946, Mr. Zhu Ziqing returned to Tsinghua University, Beiping from Kunming Branch of National Southwest Associated University to continue teaching. In those two years, I happened to be studying in Tsinghua. In the Department of Literature, I chose Mr. Zhu's class, which was about the history of China literature, special research on the history of literature, and selected poems of past dynasties. Teacher Wang's meticulous and conscientious teaching spirit deeply touched our young students. At that time, Mr. Zhu suffered from stomach trouble from time to time because of his long-term hard life during the eight-year anti-Japanese war, and his health was not as good as before. But every time in class, he still prepares lessons carefully and writes handouts. He never doodles on the blackboard in class. Teacher Zhu not only lectures carefully in class, but also discusses problems with our young students after class. He is always so modest, obedient to us and respects our opinions very much. Even if Mr. Wang writes his own articles, he often listens to his classmates' opinions. When students write reading reports or academic papers, Mr. Zhu always corrects and guides them carefully, without missing a word or punctuation. Up to now, I still have an academic paper revised by Teacher Zhu with a pencil.
1947 On June 5438+00, the Chinese Department held a welcome party, and on June 5438+0948, the Chinese Department held a New Year's Eve party at Professor Yu Guanying's house. Teacher Zhu participated and danced yangko with her classmates. Teacher Zhu was very interested in Yangko, which was brought to Tsinghua campus from the liberated areas at that time. He is very interested in squeezing into the ranks of our male and female classmates, dancing step by step and studying hard. At that time, although Mr. Zhu was 50 years old, we were very moved and admired by his earnest attitude of learning from young people and the new era. What impressed me most was the touching scene of 1948 having a happy party at Mr. Yu Guanying's house on New Year's Eve. That night, Mr. Zhu was ill, but he was still eager to squeeze into a line with his classmates and dance yangko enthusiastically and seriously. The students dressed him in a red and green dress and put a big red flower on his head according to the popular custom. Mr. Zhu expressed great support for the form and content of this popular performance from the liberated areas. His spirit deeply touched many teachers and students present. But I still feel guilty. I shouldn't let Teacher Zhu eat Yuanxiao that night. Although I only tasted one, my stomach trouble broke out again the next day. Fortunately, he recovered quickly.
During Mr. Zhu's stay in Tsinghua, the feelings between our teachers and students were extremely close and harmonious. He is both our strict teacher and our loving father. How much effort he has spent on his students! Although Mr. Zhu's health is deteriorating, he still suffers from illness, attends classes for us, reads and revises papers and reports, and shows more and more active support for our student movement. Mr. Zhu is always happy to attend all kinds of literature and poetry parties held by our students, and he also gave a speech that was warmly welcomed by the students.
Teacher Zhu also has his own views on the policy of running a school. Under the auspices of Mr. Zhu, the Department of China Literature has established the direction of studying the literature of the old era and opening up the literature of the new era with a new point of view. Mr. Zhu himself left us a valuable cultural heritage in classical literature, new literature, literary criticism and Chinese teaching.
/kloc-in the summer of 0/948, after the university graduation exam, the party organization decided to transfer me to study in the liberated areas. The day before I left Tsinghua Campus, I came to Teacher Zhu's home at No.6/KLOC-0, North Campus with attachment and said goodbye to him. I only said that I have something to leave Beiping for a period of time, and I will definitely come to see him at Tsinghua Campus when I come back. Teacher Zhu from Dorsey probably guessed that I was going to the liberated area! He looked at me intently and said softly, why did you leave in such a hurry? I have nothing to answer, this is the decision of the organization! I really regret why I didn't tell Mr. Zhu clearly that I was going to the liberated area! Who would have thought that this farewell would be our last meeting between teachers and students? I remember that teacher Zhu said a lot of encouraging words to me that day. When we parted, Mr. Zhu not only sent me outside, but also walked slowly for several steps, and then stood in the yard and looked at me. I shook my hand and looked back at Mr. Zhu until I could no longer see his shadow. I realized that tears blurred my eyes.
1948+02 When Mr. Zhu died in August, I was studying in Bo Town, Jizhong Liberated Area. It took me about a day or two to know that his stomach trouble recurred and he was sent to the affiliated hospital of Peking University. A few days after the operation, he died tragically in a hospital bed. When I suddenly heard the bad news of the liberated areas, an uncontrollable sadness haunted me. I sat alone in a farmer's hut, sobbing. It was cloudy outside the window, and it was raining in Mao Mao, as if I were crying like me. Teacher Zhu's thin and gentle face, dressed in a light yellow semi-old suit, with a book in one hand and a crutch in the other, walked slowly on the tree-lined road on the campus of Tsinghua. One after another, the scenes of Teacher Zhu's listening carefully in class appeared in front of my eyes. How can I not miss you deeply?
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