The full text of Zhang Ailing's prose Dream of Genius: I am an eccentric girl. I have been regarded as a genius since I was a child, and I don't have any living goal except developing my own genius. However, when my childhood fantasy faded away, I found that I had nothing but the dream of genius-it was all the quirks of genius. The world forgave Vane's barbarism, but they won't forgive me. With a little American publicity, maybe I will be called a child prodigy. I could recite Tang poems when I was three years old. I still remember standing unsteadily in front of an old man's cane chair in the Qing Dynasty, chanting "A merchant girl hates the motherland, but still sings flowers in the backyard crossing the river" and watching his tears roll down. When I was seven years old, I wrote my first novel, a family tragedy. When I come across words with complicated strokes, I often ask the chef how to write them. The second novel is about a lovelorn girl who committed suicide. My mother criticized that if she wanted to commit suicide, she would never take a train from Shanghai to the West Lake to commit suicide. But because of the poetic background of the West Lake. Finally stubbornly saved this. My only extracurricular reading materials are The Journey to the West and several fairy tales, but my mind is not bound by them. When I was eight years old, I tried a novel similar to Utopia, entitled Happy Village. Happy village people are bellicose plateau people. Because of their feats in conquering Miao people, they were chartered by Emperor China, exempted from taxes and given autonomy. Therefore, Happiness Village is a big family isolated from the outside world, cultivating and weaving by itself, and preserving the lively culture of tribal times. I sewed half a dozen exercise books together, expecting a masterpiece, but I soon lost interest in this great subject. Now I still have many frames of my illustrations, introducing the services, architecture and interior decoration of this ideal society, including the library, "martial arts hall", chocolate shop and roof garden. The dining room is a pavilion in the lotus pond. I don't remember whether there is a cinema or socialism there-they seem to have a good life without the products of these two civilizations. When I was nine years old, I hesitated whether I should choose music or art as my lifelong career. After watching a movie about a poor painter, I cried and decided to become a pianist and play in a grand concert hall. I am extremely sensitive to colors, notes and words. When playing the piano, I imagined eight notes with different personalities, wearing bright hats and dancing hand in hand. I learn to write articles with strong colors and sonorous rhymes, such as Pearl Grey, Dusk, Graceful and Graceful, Brilliant and Melancholy, so I often make stacking mistakes. Until now, I still love watching Strange Tales from a Lonely Studio and tacky Paris fashion reports, just for this attractive word. I got free development at school. My self-confidence grew stronger and stronger until I was sixteen, when my mother came back from France and looked at my daughter whom I hadn't seen for years. "I regret taking care of your typhoid fever," she told me. "I'd rather see you die than live to suffer everywhere." I found that I couldn't peel apples, and I learned to mend socks after hard work. I'm afraid of going to the barber shop, meeting guests and trying on clothes for the tailor. Many people tried to teach me to knit, but none of them succeeded. After living in a room for two years, I still asked blankly where the bell was. I went to the hospital for injections by rickshaw every day for three months, but I still didn't know the way. To sum up, in the real society, I am equal to a waste. My mother gave me two years to learn to adapt to the environment. She taught me to cook; Wash clothes with soap powder; Practice walking posture; Look at people's glances; Remember to close the curtains after lighting; Study facial expressions in the mirror; Don't tell jokes without humor genius. I show amazing stupidity in my common sense of dealing with people. My two-year plan is a failed experiment. My mother's painful warning didn't affect me except that my mind was out of balance. There is a part of the art of life that I can't appreciate. I know how to watch Clouds in July, listen to Scottish soldiers playing bagpipes, enjoy rattan chairs in the breeze, eat salted peanuts, enjoy neon lights on rainy nights, and reach out from the double-decker bus to pick the green leaves at the top of the tree. When no one handed over, I was full of joy in life. But I can't overcome this little distress for a day. Life is a gorgeous robe full of fleas. Someone's back

Zhu ziqing

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 dried 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, sending wisps of fragrance, as if it were slim and graceful on a tall building in the distance

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. What is listless is the sleepy eyes. 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. Bi Shumin

Friendship: There is only one fruit on this tree, which is called trust.

The friendship of modern people is very strong and fragile. It is a treasure on the earth, and we need to cherish it. The irreducibility of friendship determines that it is an orphan. We can have different friendships with different people, but not with the same person. Friendship is a tunnel that is dug deeper and deeper, and there is no turning back. An unforgettable friendship is as unforgettable as hatred.

There is only one fruit on the tree of friendship, which is called trust. Red apples are only reserved for people who irrigate fruit trees. Others picked it and tasted it, and it was probably sour.

The chain of friendship cannot be inherited, passed on, sealed and preserved without decay, nor can it be frozen in the refrigerator and kept fresh forever.

Friendship needs nourishment. Some people use money, some use sweat, and some use blood. Friendship is greedy and will never be satisfied with eating and drinking. Friendship is the simplest and most extravagant nutrition, which needs time to irrigate. Friendship must be spoken, friendship must be listened to, speaking must be staring at friendship, and listening must be absorbed. Friendship is sometimes so fragile, a casual word will make the building collapse instantly. Friendship sometimes goes bad so easily. An unconfirmed rumor will make the whole basin of milk sour. The world is changing with each passing day In an era when everything is as modern as possible, there is only friendship, and people maintain ancient norms. Friends are like cultural relics, the older they get, the more precious they are.

There are two kinds of gifts, one is practical and the other is symbolic.

I like to give practical gifts.

Not only because it can provide excellent service functions for friends, but also because of my selfish consideration.

We are friends now, but not necessarily in ten years.

Even if you are loyal, the other person may forget.

The rapidly fading gift not only expresses my goodwill at this moment, but also gives my friends the value of pleasing to the eye, laughing or concentrating on their studies. Although it was a one-off, it also left a beautiful moment, and my heart was enough. If people don't cherish this friendship and keep it as a gift symbolizing lasting significance, it will be very embarrassing. Whether it is lost or destroyed, it is the sorrow of the object, and my heart will tremble in the distance.

If it is a gift for yourself, it is still symbolic. For example, a stone, a leaf, is so ordinary in the eyes of others, and its wonderful meaning is only known to oneself.

Phone book is a magic box for storing friends. If I am in trouble, I will send them a distress signal. A subconscious mind afraid of loneliness, like a hibernating insect, lurks in the corner of the mind. In life, years go by and friends increase. Although I sometimes don't contact any friends for a few days, I know that I am firmly attached to the friendship network.

Interest is really the enemy of making friends. I don't believe in permanent interests, but I value adversity and friendship more. What will remain in the history books is not the interest of frugality, but the mutual affection of being sincere. Honest communication with friends can keep us sensitive to our true feelings, erase the dark clouds in our eyes and make our mood happy again.

Shi Tiesheng

Missing in autumn

After my legs were paralyzed, my temper became furious: I would suddenly smash the glass in front of me when I looked at the array of going back to the north in the sky; Listening to the sweet singing in the tape recorder, I will slam what I have on the walls around me. Whenever this happens, my mother will quietly hide out and listen to my movements where I can't see. When everything was calm again, she came in quietly, her eyes were red and she looked at me. "I heard that the flowers in Beihai are in bloom, so I'll push you for a walk." She always said that. Mother likes flowers, but the flowers she helped plant have died since my leg was paralyzed. "No, I'm not going!" I slapped these hateful legs hard and shouted, "What am I living for?" "My mother jumped on me, grabbed my hand, and fought back tears and said," Let's live together, let's live well … "But I never knew that her illness had reached that stage. Later, my sister told me that her liver often hurts and she can't sleep all night. That day, I was sitting alone in the house, watching the leaves falling outside the window. Mother came in and stood at the window: "The chrysanthemums in Beihai are in bloom. Let me push you to have a look. "There was a pleading expression on her gaunt face." What time? ""tomorrow, if you like? " She said. She was overjoyed by my answer. "Well, tomorrow. I said. She was so happy that she sat down for a while and stood up for a while: "Then you should get ready quickly." "Oh, don't bother? A few steps, there is nothing to prepare! She also smiled, sat next to me and said, "Let's eat imitation food after watching chrysanthemums." . When you were a child, you liked pea yellow there. Remember that time I took you to Beihai? You said Yang Shuhua was a caterpillar, stepping on a foot while running ... "She suddenly stopped talking. Words like "run" and "walk". She is more sensitive than me. She went out quietly again. She's out. Never came back. She was still vomiting blood when the neighbors carried her to the car. I didn't expect her to be so ill. Watching the tricycle go away, I never thought it would be forever. When the neighbor's boy went to see her behind my back, she was breathing hard, like her hard life. Someone told me that her last words before she fainted were: "My sick son, my underage daughter …" In autumn, my sister pushed me to Beihai to see chrysanthemums. Yellow flowers are elegant, white flowers are noble, purple flowers are warm and deep, and the autumn wind is blooming brilliantly. I know what my mother didn't finish. So is my sister. We are together, we should live a good life. ...