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Introduction of works
Zhu Ziqing's prose is mainly narrative and lyric prose. The theme of his works can be divided into three series: one is a group of essays with the main content of writing social life and attacking dark reality. Representative works include The Cost of Life-Seventy cents, White People-God's Favorite, and Government Massacre. The second is a group of essays represented by Back, Children, Regret for the Past and Spring, which 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 number of lyrical sketches with natural scenery as the theme, such as Green, Qinhuai River under the shadow of oars and lights, and Moonlight on the Lotus Pond, are his representative works, which have accompanied the joys and sorrows of generation after generation. The latter two 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 style, and full of true feelings.
The sincerity of Zhu Ziqing's prose feelings is well known. His Back and For the Dead Woman are called "the first-class love literature between heaven and earth". In the faint pen and ink, there is a deep feeling, without any affectation, but with moving power. In his essays such as On Realism and Picturesque, On Slogans and Slogans, The Preface of Zhong Ming's Nausea and Bitterness, he emphasized "truthfulness" and "sincere attitude". It is this "sincere attitude" that makes him pour his true feelings between the lines. And this kind of emotion revealed from the deep heart is more likely to cause readers to sing. Zhu Ziqing embarked on the road of literature and was first famous for his poems. Published a long poem "Destruction" and some short poems, which were included in Snow Dynasty and Traces. Since the mid-1920s, he has devoted himself to the creation of prose, including the collection of essays "The Back", "European Miscellanies", "You and Me" and "London Miscellanies", as well as the collection of essays "Standards and Measurement" and "Appreciation of Elegance and Vulgarity". His prose includes landscape writing, travel notes, lyric poetry and prose. First of all, he wrote beautiful scenery with meticulous and beautiful "Qinhuai River in the Shadow of Paddle Lights" and "Moonlight on the Lotus Pond", showing the achievements of vernacular literature; Following the sentimental works such as The Back, Children and For the Dead Wife, he set up a model of "conversational" prose with strong literariness and naturalness. Finally, the mixed feelings of poets, scholars and fighters are unified with subtle language and interesting reasons. He contributed to the construction of the concise, lyrical and natural style of modern prose.
As a scholar, he has made great achievements in poetry theory, classical literature, new literature history and Chinese education. He is the author of Essays on New Poems, Arguments on Poems' Expression and Intention, Frequently Talking about Classics, Chinese Teaching (co-authored with Ye Shengtao) and Outline of China New Literature Research Lectures, etc. His works were included in The Complete Works of Zhu Ziqing (Jiangsu Education Press).
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Snow Dynasty (Poetry Collection) 1922 Publishing Business
Later (prose collection) was published in 1928.
Trace (Poetry Collection) 1929 was published in Yadong Library.
Miscellaneous Notes on European Travel (Prose Collection) was published in 1934.
You and I (essays) published in 1936, Business.
London Miscellanies (Prose Collection) published in 1943, Enlightened.
Teaching Chinese (essay) published in 1945, Enlightened.
Classic talk (essay) published in 1946, Wenguang.
"Poetics" (Poetics) was published in 1947, which is enlightening.
Miscellaneous Notes on New Poetry (Poetics) was published in 1947, and published by the Writers Bookstore.
Standards and scales (essay) published in 1948, Wenguang.
Collection of Chinese (Prose) was published in 1948, Mingshan Bookstore.
"Suit both refined and popular tastes (essay)" was published in 1948, Observatory.
The collected works of Zhu Ziqing (volume 1-4) were published in 1953, enlightened.
Collection of Zhu Ziqing's Classical Literature (Volume I) was published in 198 1, an ancient book.
The book review Zhu Ziqing's Preface and Postscript Collection (Prose Collection) was published in 1983 in triplicate.
Selected Prose of Zhu Ziqing was published in 1986.
Complete Works of Zhu Ziqing (volume 1-3) 1988, Jiangsu Education (unpublished).
Zhu Ziqing's Prose Collection:
1 "in a hurry"
2 "Song"
3 "Qinhuai River in the Shadow of Paddle Lights"
4 "Traces of Wenzhou"
5 "back"
6 "Ship Civilization"
7 "Moonlight on the Lotus Pond"
8 "The Woman I Love"
9 “& lt； Postscript of plum blossom
10 "White people-God's favorite"
1 1 "Huai Wei holds Jun Qing"
12 "One River"
13 children
14 "Mourning Wei Jiesan"
15 travel notes
16 Gone with the Wind
17 "Talking about Dreams"
18 "Bai Cai"
19 "a letter"
20 "Preface"
2 1 "Spring"
22 "Green"
"Hurry" Zhu Ziqing (selected as the sixth grade textbook of "Experimental People's Education Edition" by People's Publishing House)
"Spring" Zhu Ziqing (selected as the first-grade Chinese textbook of People's Education Press and the sixth-grade Chinese textbook of Zhejiang Education Press)
Looking forward to, looking forward to, the east wind is coming, and the pace of spring is approaching.
Everything looked like I had just woken up, and I opened my eyes with joy. The mountains moistened, the water rose and the sun blushed.
The tender green grass crawled out of the ground. In the garden and in the field, look, there are many such trees. Sit, lie down, roll twice, kick a few balls, run a few laps, grab a few laps. The wind is 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 full of flowers. Red is like fire, pink is like chardonnay and white is like snow. Flowers are sweet; When I closed my eyes, the tree seemed to be covered with peaches, Xinger and pears. Hundreds of bees are buzzing under the flowers, and butterflies of different sizes are flying around. Wildflowers are everywhere: miscellaneous, named and unnamed, scattered in the grass like stars, still blinking.
"Blow your face and chill the breeze" is good, like a mother's hand touching you. There is a smell of newly dug soil in the wind, mixed with the smell of grass and various flowers, all brewing in the slightly humid air. Birds nest in flowers and leaves. They are very happy. Call friends to show off her crisp voice and sing tactfully, which is in harmony with the cool breeze and flowing water. The shepherd boy's piccolo on the cow's back rang all day at this time.
Rain is the most common and lasts for three or two days. Don't be upset. You see, like cow 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 stare at your eyes. At night, the lights turned on, and a little dim light set off a quiet and peaceful night. In the countryside, on the path and by the stone bridge, some people are walking slowly with umbrellas, and some farmers are working in the fields, wearing wrinkled hats. Their houses are scattered and silent in the rain.
There are more kites in the sky and more children on the ground. Every family in urban and rural areas, old and young, came out one by one. Relax, be full of energy and do your own thing. "A year's plan lies in spring", which has just begun, some are kung fu and some are hope.
Spring is like a newborn doll. It's new from head to toe and still growing.
Spring is like a little girl, dressed up and walking with a smile.
Spring is like a strong young man with iron arms and legs, leading us forward.
Someone's back
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I haven't seen my father for over two years. What I can't forget most is his back.
That winter, my grandmother died and my father was relieved of his job. This is a day when it never rains but it pours. I went from Beijing to Xuzhou, and I plan to go home with my father. I went to Xuzhou to see my father, saw the messy things in the yard, and thought of my grandmother. I can't help crying. Father said, "Well, don't be sad, but God never shuts one door but he opens another!" " "
Going home to sell pawns, my father lost money; Borrowing money for the funeral again. The situation at home these days is very bleak, partly for the funeral and partly for my father's leisure. After the funeral, my father will go to Nanjing to work, and I will go back to Beijing to study. Let's go together.
In Nanjing, a friend made an appointment to go sightseeing and stayed for one day. The next morning, I will cross the river to Pukou and get on the bus in the afternoon. Because my father is busy, he has decided not to send it, and found a familiar waiter in the hotel to accompany him. He repeatedly told the waiter to be very careful. But he finally worried that the waiter was not suitable; I hesitated for a moment. In fact, I was twenty years old that year, and I have traveled to and from Beijing two or three times, so it doesn't matter. He hesitated for a while and finally decided to take me personally. I advised him not to go; He just said, "Never mind, they can't walk well!"
We crossed the river and entered the station. I bought a ticket and he was busy looking after the luggage. There is too much luggage, so you have to tip the porter to go. He is busy bargaining with them again. I was really smart at that time, and I always thought he was going to interrupt myself because he didn't speak well, but he finally settled the price; Walk me to the car. He chose a chair near the door for me; I spread out the purple coat he made for me and sat down. He told me to be careful on the road, to be alert at night and not to catch a cold. And let the waiter take good care of me. I laughed at his pedantry in my mind; They only know money, they just ask for it! Can't people my age take care of themselves? Well, now that I think about it, it was really 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 and 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. It was not difficult to see him limping to the railway and leaning down slowly, wearing a small black hat, a big black jacket and a dark blue cotton robe. But it is not easy for him to climb the platform over there when he crosses the railway. He climbed up with both hands, and his feet shrank again; His fat body leans slightly to the left, showing signs of hard work. Then I saw his back, and my tears soon 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 come back with the bright red orange in his arms. When crossing the railway, he first scattered oranges on the ground, climbed down slowly, then picked them up and left. When I arrived here, I hurried to help him. He and I walked to the front of the car and put oranges on my fur coat. So I dived into the dirt on my clothes and felt very relaxed. After a while, he said, "I'm leaving. Write it there! " I watched him go out. He took a few steps, looked back at 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 tears came again.
In recent years, my father and I have been running around, and the situation at home is getting worse and worse. When he was a teenager, he went out to make a living, made his own living and did many great things. I didn't know the original environment was so depressing! He was so sad that he couldn't control himself. If you are depressed in the middle, it is natural to send it out; Family trifles often touch his anger. He treats me differently. But in the last two years, he finally forgot my shortcomings and only thought about me and my son. After I came to the north, he wrote me a letter, which said: "I am in good health, but my arm hurts badly." It's not convenient to pick up a pen, so my departure time is not far away. " I read here, and in the crystal tears, I saw the back of that fat, blue cotton robe and black mandarin jacket. Alas! I don't know when I can see him again!
Moonlight in the Lotus Pond/Zhu Ziqing
I'm very upset these days. Sitting in the yard to enjoy the cool tonight, I suddenly remembered the lotus pond passing by every day, in the light of this full moon.
, always should be another way. The moon rises gradually, and the children's laughter on the road outside the wall can no longer be heard; Madame
Clap your hands and jump around the room, humming a sleeping song in a daze. I slipped on a big shirt and ran out the door.
Along the lotus pond, there is a winding little cinder road. This is a secluded road; Few people walk during the day, and it is lonely at night. lotus
There are many trees around the pond, which are lush. On one side of the road, there are some willows and some trees with unknown names. There is no moon.
Bright night, the road is gloomy, a little scary. It's fine tonight, although the moonlight is still very weak.
I was the only one on the road, walking around with my hands behind my back. This world seems to be mine; I also like to go beyond myself and go to another place.
In a world. I love excitement and peace; Like to live in groups, like to be alone. Just like tonight, a person is under the boundless moon.
You can think of anything or nothing, so you feel like a free man. What must be done during the day must be said.
Now you can ignore it. This is the beauty of being alone; I just appreciate the boundless moonlight with 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 an elegant dancer's skirt. Layers of leaves
Among the children, some white flowers are scattered, some bloom gracefully, and some are shy in bud; Like a pearl,
Like a star in the blue sky, like a beauty who has just bathed. The breeze blew, bringing a faint fragrance, as if it were slim in the distant high building.
Like a song. At this time, the leaves and flowers also trembled slightly, like lightning, passing through the lotus pond in an instant. Yeziben
It is side by side, so there is a bright wave mark. Under the leaves is running water, covered, not.
Can see some colors; Leaves are more exposed to the wind.
Moonlight, like running water, falls quietly on this leaf and flower. A thin layer of blue mist floats in the lotus pond. Leaves and flowers seem
Wash with milk; Like a dream in a sarong. Although it is a full moon, there are faint clouds in the sky, so it can't be bright.
Photos; But I think this is just a benefit-deep sleep is indispensable, and nap is unique. The moonlight shone through the Woods.
Yes, the bushes in the high places drop mottled shadows, but they seem to be painted on lotus leaves. The moonlight in the pond is uneven.
However, light and shadow have a harmonious melody, such as a famous song played by Van Gogh.
Around the lotus pond, there are trees far and near, high and low, and willows are the most. These trees surround a lotus pond; only
On one side of the path, there are some gaps, which seem to be reserved for moonlight. An example of the color of trees 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 on the treetops, just a little careless. tree
There are still one or two lamps leaking through the gap. It's the eyes of those who are sleepy and listless. At this time, the most lively is the cicada in the tree.
And frogs in the water; But it's theirs, and I have nothing.
I suddenly remembered the matter of picking lotus. Lotus picking is an ancient custom in the south of the Yangtze River. It seems to have a long history, but it flourished in the Six Dynasties.
Roughly know. Lotus pickers are teenage girls, swinging boats and singing bright songs. Needless to say, there are not many lotus pickers.
Others watch lotus picking. It was a lively season and a romantic season. Emperor Liang Yuan's "Lotus Picking Fu" put it well.
So the demon boy rowed the boat and said, "Yi Bird" made the first promise meeting and also passed the feather cup; I can move, algae can hang, boats can move and sail. Erqi
Slim waist, slow down; After long summer, in late spring, leaves are tender and flowers are early. I'm afraid of touching the petticoats and laughing, and I'm afraid of leaning over the boat and getting together.
It can be seen that there were wandering scenes at that time. This is really interesting, but unfortunately we are not happy now. So I think of "the west"
Sentences in Zhouqu:
Lotus is picked in autumn in Nantang, and the lotus is over the head; With his head down, he fiddled with the lotus seeds in the water, which were as green as the lake.
If there are lotus pickers tonight, the lotus here will be considered "over the top"; You can't just see some shadows of running water. this
I really miss Jiangnan. -thinking like this, I suddenly looked up and felt that it was my own door; Gently push the door in,
There was no sound and my wife slept for a long time.
Children/Zhu Ziqing
I am the father of five children now. It pains me to think of Sheng Tao's favorite metaphor: "A snail has a shell on its back". Recently, a relative laughed at me and said, "I'm going to skin it!" It's even more creepy When I first got married ten years ago, I read an article in Mr. Hu Shizhi's Notes of the Chamber of Secrets that there are many great people in the world who don't get married. Bacon was quoted in the article, "A man with a wife is doomed to failure." At that time, I was really taken aback, as if I woke up from a dream; However, the family has married a daughter-in-law at will. What can we say? Now a daughter-in-law, followed by five children; I really don't know how to go with such a heavy burden on my shoulders. Needless to say, "destiny"; From children's point of view, how they should grow up is also something to worry about. I am a completely selfish person. It is difficult to be a husband, let alone a father. I also know a little about nature, the philosophy or ethics of "worshiping children and grandchildren" and "taking children as the foundation"; As a father, it is not enough to close your eyes and deny your child's rights. Unfortunately, this is just a theory. In fact, I am still dealing with it savagely according to the ancient tradition, just like an ordinary father. Recently, middle-aged people gradually feel cruel; Thinking about the corporal punishment and scolding of the child, I have been unable to explain it-my heart is as sour as stroking an old scar. Once, I watched the translation of Dailang Shimada's With Teenagers, and was moved by this great and sincere attitude, and even shed tears. Last year, my father wrote to inquire about A Jiu. At that time, A Jiu was still in Baima Lake. The letter said, "I didn't keep you, so don't keep him." I cried for this sentence; Why am I not as kind as my father? I shouldn't forget how my father treated us! Human nature may really be binary, and I am so contradictory; My heart comes and goes like a pendulum.
Have you read Lu Xun's "Family Happiness"? Mine is that kind of "happy family" Lunch and dinner every day are like two tides. First of all, the children look around in the kitchen and dining room, and at the same time urge my wife or me to give the order of "eating". Rapid and intermittent footsteps, accompanied by laughter and shouts, came in waves until the order was issued. They ran and shouted one by one, passing the orders to the servants in the kitchen; He rushed back to move the stool at once. So this one said, "I'm sitting here!" " "The man said," Eldest brother won't let me go! "Big brother said," little sister hit me! "I mediate for them and put in a good word. But sometimes they are stubborn, sometimes I am impatient, so there is no need to scold them; Blame is not enough, involuntarily, my heavy palm fell on them. So sit down crying and the situation will be solved. Then you want a big bowl, he wants a small bowl, you say red chopsticks are good, and he says black chopsticks are good; This needs dry rice, that needs porridge, tea and soup, fish and meat, tofu and radish; You said he had a lot of food, and he said you had something delicious. The wife comforted them as usual, but it was obviously too slow. I am a grumpy person. How can I wait? Needless to say, they were immediately conquered in the old way; Although some people cried, they quickly took the bowl with tears in their eyes. After eating, they climbed down the stool one after another. There are rice grains, soup, bones and dregs on the table, plus vertical and horizontal chopsticks and oblique spoons, just like a colorful map model. Eating out, their big event is playing games. In the game, the big ones have big ideas and the small ones have small ideas, so they can't catch each other, so they argue; Or the big bully the small one, or the small bully the big one, and the bullied one cries and complains to me or my wife; We still have to judge in the old way, but sometimes we ignore it. The most difficult thing is to compete for toys: this and that are the same thing, but it is definitely that; That one refused. In this case, no matter what, you have to cry in the end. Naturally, these incidents do not happen every day, but there are always many. If I sit at home reading or writing something, I'm sure I'll come back to my heart several times or stand up once or twice at one o'clock. If there are many children at home on rainy days or sundays, there will be cases where you can't read a word clearly when you open the book and you can't write a word when you lift the pen. I often say to my wife, "Our family is really fully armed! "Sometimes it's not just during the day, but also all-night military forces, including suckling children and sick children!
I was only nineteen when I got married. Twenty-one years old, with A Jiu; At the age of 23, I have food again. At that time, I was like a wild horse. How can I tolerate these heavy saddles, reins and reins? It is impossible to get rid of it, but I have been unconsciously getting rid of it. Looking back now, those days were really hard for these two children; All kinds of atrocities are really hard to forgive! A Jiu is only two and a half years old. We live in a school in Hangzhou. Somehow, children are particularly fond of crying and are particularly afraid of strangers. As soon as my mother disappeared or a visitor came, I began to cry. There are many people living in the school. I can't let him disturb them. There are always guests. I was very unhappy. Once, I cheated my wife out, closed the door and beat him to the ground. My wife still feels a little unbearable about this matter now; She said my hands were too spicy, and I was a two-and-a-half-year-old child! In recent years, every time I think of the scene at that time, I feel gloomy. A Cai is in Taizhou, smaller; I'm only over one year old, and I can't even walk well. Also to pester my mother, I pressed her tightly in the corner and cried for three or four minutes; So I was ill for a few days. My wife said it was really chilling at that time! But my pain is also real. I once wrote to Shengtao that the children were really helpless; Sometimes I think suicide is better. Although this is an angry remark, I have also felt this way. Later, there were more children, and after wearing them for a long time, the front edge of teenagers gradually became dull; The growth of age has given me rational restraint, which I can bear-I feel that I was once a "failed father", as I said in a letter to another friend. But my children were really more restless than others when they were young, and I feel the same way now. I think this is probably because we can't raise the law; It was shameful and cruel to just blame the children and let them take responsibility for us!
In fact, there is nothing wrong with positive "happiness" As everyone says, the little ones are always cute, and the small appearance and narrow-mindedness of children are really unbearable. Mao is five months old now. If you poke her chin with your finger or make a face at her, she will grin like a blooming flower. She doesn't want to stay in the house; Stay for a long time, and then shout. My wife often says, "The girl is going out for a walk again." She said that like a bird, she always walks outside for a period of time every day. Runer just turned three last month. He is too stupid to learn words well. He can only speak three or four-word phrases or sentences, with grammatical errors and vague pronunciation, and he has to try to say: We always laugh at him. When he says "good", he always becomes "small"; Ask him "ok"? Did he say "small" or "not small"? We often tease him to say this word for fun; Recently, he seems to feel that he can occasionally say the correct word "good"-especially when we say "small" on purpose. He has a magnetic bowl, which he bought for ten cents. When he bought it, the old lady taught him, "This is a dime." He remembered the word "Mao" and called the bowl "Mao", which was sometimes omitted. This is a new old maid, who needs translation to understand. He was embarrassed, or grinned when he saw strangers; We often call him a "fool" in the local dialect. He is a little fat man with short legs and a ridiculous gait. If you walk or run, you will look better. Sometimes, like me, he crosses his hands behind his back and rocks. This is something that he and we both want to be happy about. His elder sister's name is Cai, who is over seven years old and is in primary school. At dinner table, you must report something about your classmates or their parents. Panting, whether you like it or not. Then he always asked me, "Do you know dad?" "Does Dad know?" My wife often forbids her to talk while eating, so she always asks me. She has many questions: when watching a movie, she asked if it was a person. Is it a real person? Why don't you talk? The same is true for taking pictures. I don't know who told her that soldiers are going to hit people. When you come back, ask, are soldiers human? Why do you want to hit people? Recently, after listening to your husband's words, I came back to ask who Zhang's soldiers were helping. Did Chiang Kai-shek's soldiers help us? Questions like this are indispensable every day, and I often don't know how to answer them. She was playing with Runer, one big and one small, which was inappropriate, and she was crying all the time. But there are also times when it fits: for example, one hides under this bed and the other digs in to chase; From bed to bed, I heard laughter, shouts and gasps, just like my wife said, like a puppy. Now in Beijing, there are only these three children; When A Jiu and Zhuan Er came to the north last year, they asked their mother to take them back to Yangzhou temporarily.
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