1. Ordinary simplicity breeds greatness. A freshman came to Peking University with his luggage on his back. He saw an old man who looked like a janitor, so he asked him to watch his luggage for a while and report himself. The old man readily agreed and stood there honestly.
Beijing is still very hot, and someone nearby said, "Go home and I'll watch it for him." But the old man said, "I'd better wait for him." If he had changed people, he would not have found him. "
When the students came back, the old man left without saying anything. At the opening ceremony a few days later, the students were surprised to recognize Ji Xianlin, the vice principal and famous professor on the stage, who was the old man who helped him look after his luggage that day! Mr. Ji Xianlin is so ordinary and simple. If he is not ordinary and simple, can he be recognized as a gatekeeper? However, it is this ordinary that shows his greatness and embodies the charm of his personality.
What an admirable spirit it is for a university president to show his luggage to freshmen without complaint and to complete this task seriously? How many people can do it today? Even if someone wants to do it, who can do it with his cool head? I'm afraid there are not many people! Ji Lao's ordinary can also be evaluated by quoting Liu Mengxi, president of China Academy of Fine Arts. Liu Mengxi said, "No matter what occasion I meet Ji Lao, I always pay tribute to him.
But Ji Lao will definitely stand up as long as he sees me passing by. All the time.
The same is true of my younger school. Later, we thought of a way. Only by sitting quietly beside him when he is not looking, can he stand up. "
Therefore, Liu Mengxi wrote deeply in Preface to Mr. Ji Xianlin's Ninetieth Birthday: "Mr. Wang is the warmth of hope, that is, it is also warm. If you are born late and go to school, you can have a blind date. "
This is really "the mountain rises and the scenery stops." Second, he loves animals and nature. His feelings are so rich and delicate that it makes people cry.
He likes cats and has special feelings for them. His "Old Cat" is humorous and pitiful.
His love for Persian cats is so great that he is happy, sad and even lives with them. At night, the cat sleeps in its own bed. In order to avoid disturbing Little Hat, he woke up and just tried not to move.
He regards them completely as his friends. Ji always loves animals, which is different from some people's motives for loving pets. He cares about the fate of these "partners" around him, and even feels sad and painful for the fate of some lonely and weak creatures.
He often causes a lot of worries about some small animals and flowers, and tears and sighs for some cats and dogs. On one occasion, a Gu Teng tree on his favorite path in the Yanyuan Garden was inexplicably cut off. Before he had time to know the bad news, he smiled among the green leaves and felt sorry for them: "They seem to be orphans who have lost their mother, and soon they can't laugh, and there is no place to cry."
Third, his professionalism and selfless work spirit. During the Cultural Revolution, Ji Lao was no exception, persecuted by the Gang of Four and finally sent to the guard room on the 35th floor of Peking University.
His daily task is to watch the door, page the phone, send and receive letters and newspapers. But he is not used to leisure, why not let his life spend here? After careful consideration, he finally decided to translate Ramayana, one of India's two great epics, which is famous in the world literary world.
This epic is long enough, with at least 80 thousand lines. This, he thought, was enough to keep him busy for several years.
He asked the librarian of the library of the Department of Oriental Languages to order the Sanskrit-based Ramayana from India through an international bookstore. It was very difficult to order books at that time.
Unexpectedly, less than two months later, eight original hardcover Sanskrit books were actually placed in front of Ji Xianlin. His task at that time was to watch the door, and the hat of "Molecules"-I don't know what "Molecules"-was heavily pressed on his head before he took it off. How dare he openly go to the concierge with a thick original? After careful consideration, he finally came up with a "suitable" solution.
The original Ramayana is poetic, and Ji Xianlin is determined to translate it into poetic style to convey the original style. So he killed time at home at night, carefully read the original text, and first translated Sanskrit poems into vernacular prose.
The next morning, I scribbled a short article on a piece of paper, put it in my pocket, and then took it to work on the 35th floor. On the way to the 35th floor, after work, in the gap between guarding the door, paging the phone, sending and receiving letters, and sitting around, he took out the paper and deliberated word for word.
At this time, he was in the concierge, his eyes staring at the void and his heart hanging in the poem. No one will know that he is translating this poem. He said to himself, "I enjoyed it, but I didn't know I was in the concierge, wearing a heavy crown."
2. What compositions did Ji Xianlin write? The lotus rhyme in Qingtang is endowed with permanent regret, ninety feelings, the ending of the song, the orchid in February, the lotus rhyme in Qingtang and the full moon in the lotus pond are endowed with permanent regret. There are many essays about Mr. Ji's mother, among which "Cowshed Miscellanies" is an excellent essay collection: "With Permanent Regret".
The editor-in-chief has "Siku Quanshu Bibliographic Series". The main translated works are Language Problems of Primitive Buddhism, A Brief History of India, Essays on the History of Sino-Indian Cultural Relations, Essays on Ancient Indian Words, Questions about Mahayana, Preliminary Study of Ramayana, Heart of Tianzhu, Langrun Collection, and Ji Xianlin Prose Collection.
3. Ji Xianlin wrote 10 article, one * * * 10 article, and one post can't be finished. There are several articles with different names, so choose this as the best answer. Ji Xianlin article 1 There are several acres of Qingtang in front of the Lotus Building in Qingtang. I remember that when I moved here more than 30 years ago, there seemed to be lotus flowers in the pond, and there were still some broken shadows of green leaves and safflower in my memory.
Later, things changed, and the years passed, but the pond became "half an acre of square pond opened, the sky was high and the clouds were light", and the lotus flowers were never seen again. I keep a lot of old ideas in my mind. Every time I look at an empty pond, I always feel as if something is missing.
This is not in line with my aesthetic concept. There should be something green in the pond, even reeds are better than nothing.
The best and most ideal is of course the lotus. In China's old poems, there are simply too many descriptions of lotus flowers.
Zhou Dunyi's On Ailian is probably unique. His famous phrase "Xiang Yuan Qing Xiang" is well known.
It can almost be said that there is no one in China who doesn't love lotus flowers. But the pond in front of our building is the only one lacking lotus flowers.
Every time I see or think about it, I always feel that I am a heart disease. Someone came from Hubei and brought some lotus seeds from Honghu Lake. The shell is black and hard.
It is said that if buried in mud, it can be preserved for thousands of years. So, I used a hammer to crack a crack in the lotus seed, so that the shower head would break out of its shell and never be buried in the mud.
These are subjective wishes, and whether the lotus buds can come out is a big unknown. Anyway, I finally tried my best to put five or six broken lotus seeds into the pond. This is my destiny.
In this way, I have one more job every day: go to the pond several times more. I always hope that one day, suddenly, "Xiao He shows sharp corners" and green lotus leaves grow out of the water.
However, contrary to expectations, in the first year of throwing, nothing appeared on the water until the autumn leaves fell. After a lonely winter day, the next year, spring water filled the pond with green willows, which was a beautiful scene.
However, there is still no lotus leaf on the water I expected. At this time, I was completely disheartened, thinking about those hard-shell lotus seeds brought by Hubei, probably because of unexplained reasons, there is no hope of planting lotus seeds anymore.
My eyes can't suck lotus leaves out of the mud. However, in the third year, a miracle suddenly happened.
One day, I suddenly found some round green leaves growing where I threw lotus seeds. Although the color is extremely pleasing, it is thin, lying on the water like the leaves of a water lily. Only five or six leaves grew at first.
I always feel a little too little, and I always hope to grow a few more pieces. So, I look forward to the stars and the moon, and go to the pond every day.
There are farmers outside the school to catch aquatic plants. I always ask them to be merciful and not to break the leaves. But after a long summer, sad autumn came to the world again, leaving only five or six lonely leaves floating in the pond.
For me, this is another hopeful but still depressing year. The real miracle appeared in the fourth year.
After the severe winter, the pond overflowed with springs. When the lotus grows leaves, a large green leaf suddenly grows where there were five or six leaves last year, and the lotus doesn't seem to stop moving under the severe winter ice, because leaves also grow in the middle of the pond far from the original five or six leaf base.
The speed and range of blade expansion are amazing. Within a few days, a large part of the pond has been covered with green leaves.
Moreover, the leaves that used to lie flat on the water like water lilies gathered strength from somewhere, and some actually jumped out of the water and grew into slender lotus leaves. It turned out that I had been suspicious for a long time, fearing that water lilies were growing in the pool, not real lotus flowers.
In this way, the doubts in my heart were swept away: it turned out that the descendants of Honghu lotus grew in the pond. I was ecstatic, and these years have finally not been in vain.
Everything in the world comes into being. Animals, plants and other creatures, including people, are always endowed with an extremely amazing survival force and an extremely amazing expansion and diffusion force, which is irresistible. As long as you are willing to take the trouble to observe, you will certainly admit it.
What is in front of me now is the lotus in the pond in front of my building. As several brave blades jumped out of the water, many blades followed.
Overnight, dozens of branches appeared, and they spread quickly. After less than ten days' work, lotus leaves have covered the whole pond.
From where I planted my seeds, I spread to the east, west, north and south. I can't know how the lotus moves in the mud in deep water.
Anyway, judging from the lotus leaves above the water, it takes at least half a foot to form this situation. Planting lotus leaves is definitely not enough.
Lotus flowers come one after another. According to experts who know lotus flowers, the lotus flowers in the pond in front of my house are different from those in other ponds in Yanyuan. The color of lotus flowers in other places is light red; And my lotus here is not only red, but also has many petals. Each flower can produce sixteen lotus petals, which certainly looks different.
These dazzling red lotus flowers, hanging high above the lotus leaves, pose in the wind as if dazzling everything. When I was young, I read an old poem: "After all, in the West Lake in mid-June, the wind was lighter than at four o'clock.
Lotus leaves will not turn green the next day, and lotus flowers are particularly bright red in the sun. "I like the beauty of his poems and deeply hate that I can't go to Hangzhou West Lake to enjoy them in person.
Now the pond in front of my house is the scenery of the West Lake. It was I who moved the West Lake from Hangzhou to Yanyuan.
Isn't it great and satisfying? Mr. Zhou Yiliang moved to Longrun Garden only a few years ago. His name is "Collection". I find it interesting and grateful.
Shall I pass the lotus? The year before and last year, when the lotus flowers were in full bloom in Xiayuetan, I walked around the pond at least several times every day, sitting on a stone and quietly sucking the fragrance of lotus flowers and lotus leaves. "The quieter the cicada, the quieter Tonamiyama.
"I really feel very quiet around. I sat there silently, and what I saw on the water was the green manure and red manure of the lotus.
The reflection is reflected in the water. When the wind blows, a lotus petal falls into the water. It falls from the top, but the reflection in the water falls upward from the bottom and finally touches the water surface.
Please tell me that Shelley is used in Ji Xianlin. "Now that winter has come, the national higher education self-study exam (College Chinese) in June 2002 is in spring."
40. Read a passage in Ji Xianlin's Eighty Stories:
Am I dreaming of spring, too I think so, too. I'm in the cold now, and I dream of spring. I believe two words of the English poet Shelley: "Winter has come, can spring be far behind?" I dreamed that the poplar trees in front of the building grew thick green leaves again; I dreamed that the lotus in the pond grew big green leaves again; I dream of returning to the earth in spring.
Please answer: A. What does "I" here mean?
B.what's the meaning of quoting Shelley?
C. What expressions and rhetorical devices are used here?
B the answer means that as long as you persist, success is not far away.
5. Writing Ji Xianlin's Composition Qian Wenzhong, a disciple of Ji Xianlin who is reading the Three Character Classics in the CCTV lecture room, wrote a book "My Teacher Ji Xianlin's Schooldays". Yesterday, the reporter saw this unpublished manuscript and found that it revealed many interesting things about Ji Lao's childhood. Qian Wenzhong said: "If we want to see the shadow of today's academic leader Mr. Ji Xianlin from Mr. Ji Xianlin before junior high school, it is basically an idiotic dream."
You knew how to make a difference in primary school.
When Ji Xianlin was 6 years old, he left his hometown Qingping County (now Linqing City, Liaocheng) and went to his uncle's house in Jinan. It is recorded in the book that Ji Xianlin was stubborn when he was studying in Fan Primary School, Jinan No.1 Normal School. "The school stipulates to write calligraphy, so he and his classmates painted ink on each other's faces ... After returning home, he liked to draw on his cousin's face and asked him to draw a beard."
Ji Xianlin is clever, but he doesn't use it in his study. "He saved pocket money. When I saw a shop selling peanuts on my way to school, I bought a big bag, then put it into a small bag and sold it to my classmates at a higher price at school, making some money. "
Take the lead in organizing and planning to beat teachers.
When Ji Xianlin was in primary school, fighting was the worst. Qian Wenzhong wrote: "Mr. Ji is often bullied because of his small size and young age, but he has been trying to subdue his bullies." More seriously, Ji Xianlin also organized and planned bomb attacks on teachers. At that time, a teacher surnamed Sun was very mean to his students, so Ji Xianlin took the lead in planning, saying that Mr. Sun jumped on the desk as soon as he entered the classroom, and then threw the prepared fruit at Mr. Sun's head and beat him away. However, because most students chickened out and the "uprising" failed, Ji Xianlin was found out and beaten.
Afraid of making mistakes.
Besides fighting, Ji Xianlin also likes reading "casual books", especially martial arts novels, and learning the moves in the books to blindly practice martial arts. "He heard that as long as he often inserts his fingers into the rice jar for a long time, he will turn the rice into sand, then insert it again, and finally he can practice an iron sand palm, and a tree can poke it down ... He will work hard to practice until his five fingers bleed."
Ji Xianlin has a set of playing methods and is not very keen on learning. He is extremely afraid of writing, especially in classical Chinese. "It is hard for everyone to imagine that he is afraid of a fault. As long as the teacher writes the composition topic on the blackboard, no matter what the topic is, Teacher Ji immediately writes the word' born' in the composition book, subconsciously writes these four words, and then there are no words. "
This column was written by reporter Li Li.
The cat lined up to accompany Ji Xianlin for a walk.
Qian Wenzhong summed up Ji Xianlin's life and said that he had experienced "many strange things". One of them is an "anecdote" circulating in Peking University. He introduced that when Ji Lao walks on campus, there will be several cats waiting in line behind him, including Persian cats with white hair and kittens who can't tell what kind. "We only heard that dogs will follow their owners. Has anyone heard that cats will go with their owners? This has become a miracle on the campus of Peking University. "
6. Ji Xianlin wrote an article saying that there are several acres of Qingtang in front of the Lotus Rhyme Building in Qingtang.
I remember that when I first moved here more than 30 years ago, there seemed to be lotus flowers in the pond, and there were still some broken shadows of green leaves and safflower in my memory. Later, things changed, and the years passed, but the pond became "half an acre of square pond opened, the sky was high and the clouds were light", and the lotus was never seen again.
I keep a lot of old ideas in my mind. Every time I look at an empty pond, I always feel as if something is missing. This is not in line with my aesthetic concept.
There should be something green in the pond, even reeds are better than nothing. The best and most ideal is of course the lotus.
In China's old poems, there are simply too many descriptions of lotus flowers. Zhou Dunyi's "Love Lotus Theory" is probably unique that scholars don't know.
His famous phrase "everyone knows that the fragrance disappears and the jade dies." It can almost be said that there is no one in China who doesn't love lotus flowers.
But the pond in front of our building is the only one lacking lotus flowers. Every time I see or think about it, I always feel that I am a heart disease.
Someone came from Hubei and brought some lotus seeds from Honghu Lake. The shell is black and hard. It is said that if buried in mud, it can be preserved for thousands of years.
So, I used a hammer to crack a crack in the lotus seed, so that the shower head would break out of its shell and never be buried in the mud. These are subjective wishes, and it is a big unknown whether the lotus buds can grow.
Anyway, I finally tried my best to put five or six broken lotus seeds into the pond. The following is resignation. In this way, I have one more job every day: go to the pond several times more.
I always hope that one day, suddenly, "Xiao He shows sharp corners" and green lotus leaves grow out of the water. However, contrary to expectations, in the first year of throwing, nothing appeared on the water until the autumn leaves fell.
After a lonely winter day, the next year, the pond was full of springs, green willows and weeping willows, and there was a beautiful scene. However, there is still no lotus leaf on the water I expected.
At this time, I was completely disheartened, thinking about those hard-shell lotus seeds brought by Hubei, and probably for unexplained reasons, they would never grow again. My eyes can't suck lotus leaves out of the mud.
However, in the third year, a miracle suddenly happened. One day, I suddenly found some round green leaves growing where I threw lotus seeds. Although the color is extremely pleasing, they are thin and pitifully lying on the water, like the leaves of water hyacinth.
Only five or six leaves grew at first. I always feel a little too little, and I always hope to grow a few more pieces.
So, I look forward to the stars and the moon, and go to the pond every day. There are farmers outside the school to catch aquatic plants. I always ask them to be merciful and not to break the leaves.
But after a long summer, sad autumn came to the world again, leaving only five or six lonely leaves floating in the pond. For me, this is another hopeful but still depressing year.
The real miracle appeared in the fourth year. After the severe winter, the pond overflowed with springs.
When the lotus grows leaves, a large green leaf suddenly grows in the place where there were five or six leaves last year. However, it seems that the lotus has not stopped its activities under the severe winter ice, because leaves have also grown in the middle of the pond far from the original base of five or six leaves. The speed and range of blade expansion are amazing.
Within a few days, a large part of the pond has been covered with green leaves. Moreover, the leaves that used to lie flat on the water like water lilies, I don't know where to accumulate strength, and some actually jumped out of the water and grew into slender lotus leaves.
It turned out that I had been suspicious for a long time, fearing that water lilies were growing in the pool, not real lotus flowers. In this way, the doubt in my heart was swept away: the descendants of Honghu lotus really grew in the pond.
I was ecstatic, and these years have finally not been in vain. Everything in the world is born, and animals and plants, including people, are always endowed with an extremely amazing survival force and an extremely amazing communication force, which is too great to resist.
As long as you are willing to take the trouble to observe, you will certainly admit it. What is in front of me now is the lotus in the pond in front of my building.
As several brave blades jumped out of the water, many blades followed. Overnight, dozens of branches appeared, and they spread quickly.
In less than ten days, lotus leaves have covered half the pond. From where I planted my seeds, I spread to the east, west, north and south.
I can't know how the lotus moves in the mud in deep water. Anyway, judging from the lotus leaves above the water, it takes at least half a foot to form this situation.
Planting lotus leaves is definitely not enough. Lotus flowers come one after another. According to experts who know lotus flowers, the lotus flowers in the pond in front of my house are different from those in other ponds in Yanyuan.
The color of lotus flowers in other places is light red; And my lotus here is not only red, but also has many petals. Each flower can produce sixteen compound petals, which certainly looks different. These dazzling red lotus flowers, hanging high above the lotus leaves, pose in the wind as if dazzling everything.
When I was young, I read an old poem: "After all, in mid-June, the scenery of the West Lake was different from that at four o'clock. The next day, the lotus leaf is infinitely blue, and the lotus color is different. "
I love the beauty of his poems and deeply regret that I can't go to Hangzhou West Lake to enjoy them in person. Now the pond in front of my house is the scenery of the West Lake.
It was I who moved the West Lake from Hangzhou to Yanyuan. Isn't it great and satisfying? Mr. Zhou Yiliang just moved to Longrun Garden a few years ago and was named "Jihe".
I find it interesting and grateful. Shall I pass the lotus? The year before and last year, when the lotus flowers were in full bloom in Xiayuetan, I walked around the pond at least several times every day, sitting on a stone and quietly sucking the fragrance of lotus flowers and lotus leaves.
"The quieter the forest, the quieter Tonamiyama." I really feel quiet around.
I sat there silently, and what I saw on the water was the green manure and red manure of the lotus. The reflection is reflected in the water. When the wind blows, a lotus petal falls into the water and falls from above, while the reflection in the water falls from bottom to top, and finally touches the water surface. The two become one and float there like a boat.
I once read two sentences in a poem: "The pond flowers fall in shadow, and the sand birds fly with the sound." Author.
7. Ji Xianlin's prose "Dream" I dreamed of my mother at night, and I woke up crying.
When I woke up and tried to catch this dream again, I didn't know where it had flown. I stared at the darkness until I saw it, but I felt my eyes glowing.
Fragments of dreams are flying in front of my eyes, but when I think of catching these fragments of dreams as a whole, I don't even know where they have flown. The only thing left in front of me is my mother's vague shadow ... this is the shadow that appeared in my dream.
I only remember that when this shadow appeared, it was gray all around, and my mother seemed to come down from the clouds. The expression on her face was a little different from usual, like laughing and crying, but she finally came to me. Where am I? This makes me a little confused.
At first, I felt that I was in the house where I live now. Mom just pushed open the small door in the corner and came in. The ears of the orange lampshade covered her head.
So I thought about it again, thinking about the whole city of G? ttingen: the old city wall with surprisingly thick oak trees on both sides, the multi-tone gray-black old church, the surprisingly high steeple on the top of the church, and the clear sky above the steeple. However, as soon as my eyes lit up, a reed flashed at once.
The thin part of the reed also vaguely exudes the clarity of water. This is the big reed pit behind the back room of my hometown.
So I immediately felt that not only I was at the edge of this reed pit, but also my mother's face came to me at the edge of this reed pit. I remember when I was a child, before I left my hometown, every summer morning, before dawn, I got up and walked along the reed pit and looked into the water carefully.
When I saw something shining white under the dark water, I reached out and touched it. That's a big white duck egg. I can't write the happy mood at that time.
Looking up at this moment, you can often see a reddish sunrise on the top of the big poplar tree on the other side of the open space-two years ago, my mother lay quietly under this poplar tree for eternity. Now I see her son who I haven't seen for eight years before her death by the pit near Baiyang.
But with this reed pit, a small flower like a white lantern flashed out, in the mother's hand. I really can't think of where such flowers have been in my hometown.
I finally want to come back, think of Gottingen, think of the house I live in now. The landlord put this bottle of flowers on the table in the middle of the house two days ago.
Then, after all, my mother has been to G? ttingen, and I also saw my mother in G? ttingen in my dream. Thinking about thinking, the shadow in front of me is getting confused.
The shadow of the church steeple covered the big reed pit in my hometown, and white flowers like lanterns appeared not far away. In front of these, my mother's shadow looms. I finally don't know where I met my mother.
I tried to suppress my thoughts to calm my heart. Immediately, it began to rain outside the window, and I felt a little cold on my pillow. I got up and opened the curtain, and a ray of clear light came in.
I looked out, hoping to find my mother's footprints. But what I see is the row of windows I see every day. Now I am immersed in silence. The dream inside should be sweet! However, my dream has already flown away, leaving only a trace of white in my heart, winding out of this exotic town and coming to my mother's grave under the big poplar tree in my hometown, still secretly worrying about my mother: how can I walk so far to see my son on such a rainy night? Besides, the eyes are just empty and can't see anything.
Oh, my God won't even give me a clear dream? I looked at the gray sky with tears in my eyes and imagined my mother's face.