Luo Xia Yan yuan
Zong Pu
Every community in Peking University has a nice name. Lang Run, Wei Xiu, Jing Chun, and Changchun all caused eyeful association and alienation. Yan Nan Garden is just a geographical location, which means it is at the southern end of Yan Garden. This residential area is very small, with 16 houses, about half of which were separated for two families in the early 1950s. Before the Cultural Revolution, there were about 20 families here. Because Mr. Ma Yinchu raised the issue of population prematurely, No.63, the principal's residence, has been empty for a long time since it moved away. The small building in the northwest corner is the office of the United Front Work Department of the Party Committee, which is said to be the place where Bing Xin's predecessors held the "first banquet". There is a playground with swings, seesaws and bunkers. But then it was
Most children in school are young, busy with work and transformation, and have little leisure to play games.
Each house has its own characteristics according to the original design, such as the cherry blossoms of No.56, and spring comes like snow. Mr Zhou Peiyuan has lived here for many years. I once called it Zhou Jia Garden, competing with Cherry Valley. There is a big tree peach blossom on No.54, from the building.
Looking up against the window, you can almost reach, and the peach blossoms are not beautiful, but white hair. The rattan frame of No.61was built into a slope according to the housing conditions, and purple flowers gradually rose to The Upper Terrace. Over time,
All kinds of flowers and trees have been reduced a lot, vines have been destroyed, peach trees have fallen, and cherry blossoms have become sparse. In recent years, everything has been restored. People who have spare capacity also pay attention to greening and planting some plants, but they always repair sewers and lay heating pipes from time to time.
Cheng is ruined. The ditches under construction are not filled all the year round, and all kinds of instruments are piled up all the year round, which is quite thrilling.
This is only the most superficial change. It is the thirty-fourth spring since I moved here. Thirty-four years can be a person's life or a brilliant career. Thirty-four years, the baby has passed, and the middle-aged reunion flower.
A. Old people have to give up and change the world. Almost every family in Yannan Garden has experienced a funeral.
Mr. Tang Yongtong was the first to leave. We are next door. 1964 One day, he and my father went to the People's Daily for a meeting to criticize Mr. Hu Shi. When they returned to the house, he suddenly said that he could not find his own.
Go home. That's a precursor to a stroke. He died soon. I remember seeing a brother come in through the back door with a cane on his arm. I thought at that time that Mr. Tang wouldn't need it anymore. Walking around the yard, old people are often short and fat.
Figure, smiling face. At that time, it was inconceivable to think of death.
At the beginning of the "Cultural Revolution", a poster killed Mr. Rao Yutai, a physics department. He was thrown into the ring of the 5 1 mansion and died. A few years later, Mr. and Mrs. Jane Bozan committed suicide at the same time, No.64. They were ordered to move during the Cultural Revolution.
I entered Yannan Garden. At that time, suicides were heard from time to time. I remember reading a message entitled "Stop Suicide Wind", which really made me feel bad. However, couples can go this blind alley with one heart, have confidants, and have all's well that ends well.
The world seems to have a little warmth.
1977 after my own mother died, death was no longer far away, but it weighed heavily on my heart, but it made people feel empty and difficult to fill. Although I was familiar with death, I later learned that Mr. Wei was undergoing surgery.
I was surprised when I died unexpectedly. The Wei family moved into No.63 courtyard in the early 1970s. This courtyard has been empty for a long time, but at that time it was already a building complex. Mrs. Bi's book once told my mother, and Mr. Wei said to her
However, I don't think there will be any big mistakes in the many movements since liberation. I don't want to make bigger mistakes! At that time, the two old ladies deeply regretted it, which is now.
Mr. Zheng Xin from the Department of Philosophy No.65, Mr. Ma Jian who moved to the Department of Oriental Studies, and Mr. Qi Sihe, an old resident of the Department of History who was ill for many years, all passed away. 1982 Soon after my father and I came back from America, my brother died and I was very anxious.
I suddenly learned that Mr. Huang Ziqing died on the 52nd. In addition to being a chemist, Mr. Huang is also good at old-style poetry, which has the charm of the Tang Dynasty. The achievements of the older generation of experts are beyond the reach of the younger generation.
Ms. Wu, a female botanist, originally worked in Peking University, and later transferred to the Institute of Botany, and has not moved yet. In the late 1970s, I went to town for meetings and often went with her. She arrives at the bus stop at half past six every day, which is very punctual. Often put plants on campus.
Ask her for advice about things. She answered seriously and didn't laugh at the stupidity of the layman at all. About half a year after her death, People's Daily published a photo of her looking at a microscope. At that time, it was a legend. But I think it's true.
A general portrayal of these gentlemen. Under the grave, I was thinking about that little knowledge.
Comrade Ding Feng is an old cadre, unlike a gentleman. I have lived in No.55 for decades, and I have been criticized for decades. He has a famous saying: "A hero who makes no mistakes and makes inappropriate comments." No matter who this is aimed at, I think this is a sentence.
A kind word, a word of backbone. If there is an atmosphere of adhering to principles and not echoing voices in our party, the party style and folk customs will not be like this! I heard that a thief went to his house to break the window and steal something. It took him a long time to find a person sitting in the house, even
When he ran away in a hurry, Ding Feng said to him, "Please come in through the door next time." The old comrade died after a long illness and suffering. Up to now, ten "lay people" have passed away in Yannan Garden.
But heaven still needs scholars. 1On May 6, 986, Mr. Zhu Guangqian passed away.
Zhujiajian Island moved from Yandong Garden in the late period of the "Cultural Revolution" and shared the former United Front Work Department building. At that time, there were about 80 families in Yannan Garden. Building a public toilet is a new thing in the Cultural Revolution. Now it has been renovated.
This is the most conspicuous building in the garden. Zhujiajian once enjoyed it. According to Mrs. Zhu Jinwu, when it rains and snows, the family will sweep the path first, and the old man will come out with an umbrella. Fortunately, there are many sunny days in Beijing. Everyone's life will gradually settle down in the future.
It is common for a thin old man to walk around the campus. In the morning, hands in the air trotted and walked slowly around the gym in the afternoon. I thought most old gentlemen were like my father, but they were too smart to recognize me, but he remembered.
Well, I also know something about my recent situation. I can't help feeling ashamed.
I haven't attended Mr. Zhu's class, and I don't have much contact. 1960 10 I transferred to the editorial department of World Literature, and one of the tasks of criticism was to publish classical literary theories. The first manuscript we compiled was Lessing extracted and translated by Mr Zhu.
Laocoon: On the Boundary between Painting and Poetry, the original book160,000 words, Mr. Zhu extracted and translated more than 20,000 words, published in the February issue of World Literature, 1960. I remember Mr. Zhu said in the postscript why Lessing proposed forgiveness.
Confucius wailed not in sculpture, but in poetry. He used the expression of turning beauty into charm. And once told me that it is most appropriate to translate charming with the word "mei" Charm is fluid, not static; Not only the appearance, but also the inner spirit. "Looking back and smiling, charming", how nice the word life is! I always remember. 196 1 In the second half, he selected a group of Italian literary theories in the Renaissance for us, all of which were wonderful. The postscript of the two versions is not long, but it is not only helpful in material, but also insightful. Mr. Zhu once divided literary criticism into four categories, namely impressionism criticism, critical criticism, textual criticism and emotionalism criticism. He advocates the latter. This kind of criticism is not out of line, but requires high appreciation and insight. I think some articles in Reading magazine have this intention.
I don't remember why, once I followed many old gentlemen to Xiangshan, and a clerk said to himself, "So many literary stars!" " "I then thought, with the clouds all over the sky to describe whether it is appropriate. All the clouds in the sky are made up of patches of rosy clouds.
Yes However, at that time, I only paid attention to the color of the mountains and paid little attention to people's activities. When I saw it in Yuhua Mountain Villa, I said that I had never been to "Hell" and wanted to climb. Mr. Zhu was sitting on a stone by the roadside when suddenly.
However, he also wants to climb up and see ghosts. He should be almost seventy that year, and his steps are still vigorous. At that time, I couldn't leave because of time, and said I would come back later. The rosy clouds of red leaves in Xiangshan have changed for more than 20 times, and I have never paid for them.
It is my long-cherished wish to worship ghosts, but I can never accompany Mr. Zhu.
In the late period of the "Cultural Revolution", CPPCC sometimes showed movies, and everyone went with the car. I remember once performing a documentary about "Colorful" and some folk songs and dances. Upon his return, Mr. Zhu was very happy and said, "This is the art of China.
Beautiful! "He spoke with a naive expression. He is full of strong feelings and lively interest in life. Only in this way can a passionate person find beauty in life and be qualified to talk about beauty. Just like his early articles about people.
Art articles, articles avoid customs, and life also avoids customs. For example, Ji Zha's serious attitude of hanging a sword to meet Wei Qi is both moral and art. The life of art is also a life full of interest. Looking for it in life.
Fun, you can't just compete with fly maggots for food and clothing. I remember he went to see Shakespeare's plays with his student, Australian scholar Chen, and couldn't get a taxi when he came back. For this reason, Chen wrote a contribution to People's Daily. The old gentleman wisely thinks that it is worthwhile to see how difficult Shakespeare's plays are.
Mr. Zhu has kept in touch with young people since he wrote twelve letters to them. We young people have reached middle age and are approaching old age. I think he still has real young friends. This is one of the old gentlemen who have been engaged in education all their lives.
Fu. As far as Mr. Zhu is concerned, there must be Mr. Zhu's help in it, because it takes energy and time. Once, they asked me to take my new book to Australia and give it to Chen, as well as Hong Chu, his favorite pupil in the Foreign Languages Department of China Academy of Social Sciences. His research
Students also have deep feelings for him. Hong Chu still blames me for not calling Zhu when he learned that he was critically ill.
But the center of gravity and interest in life are focused on work, always thinking about their own knowledge, which seems to be the * * * nature of the old gentleman. They hurry up and try their best to spit out their own silk instead of
We must make this silk brighter and more beautiful. Someone sent me an aesthetic book written by an Australian and asked me to ask Mr. Zhu if it was worth translating. I know how precious the time of the old gentlemen is. I can't bear to disturb it, and it's not good to send it away from me, so I will.
Take this book and have a try. I didn't expect him to be very interested and even asked to put it down. He is willing to see it. Let's see what you think and see if it is good for our Gome academic community. It is said that Kang Youwei once talked about his knowledge at the age of 29.
Become mature and never ask for change again. Some old people have lived for nine years, and their knowledge is still the same as that of sixty years ago. It's rare for those who are not fashionable, but they don't absorb new things. What's the use of 60 years? Mr. Zhu is not like this. he
Always seeking, always absorbing, always insisting, always changing. Between persistence and change, there is a proper limit.
Old gentlemen often live in the hospital, so when I visit my father in the province, if someone is there, I will visit him. Once Mr. Zhu happened to live next door, and when he pushed the door in, he saw him lying with a manuscript. I said, "Don't look. Holding it is very tired, and watching it is also very tired! " I picked up the manuscript and put it on the table. He accepted control with a smile. If it were his family, he would probably lose his temper. This is the most important thing in his life. He will spin silk hard to make his rose glow brighter.
Mr Xi said that Mr Zhu had a bad temper after suffering from cerebral thrombosis a year ago. He often thought that there was his manuscript somewhere in the room, but it didn't, so he was very upset. On the day when Hong Kong University awarded him an honorary degree, he suddenly lost it.
Willing to participate, thinking alone, easy to convince. A scholar who pursues beauty, studies beauty, and lives on beauty all his life, the pain in the obstacles of old age and illness is unimaginable to others. He has no anxiety to find now.
And lost troubles.
When Wencheng was ready to leave, the news of Mr. Wang Li's death came. I used to be neighbors with the Wangs in Longtou Village, Kunming, and lived opposite Yannan Garden for 30 years. Thirty years of ups and downs, but also in the blink of an eye. Father's ninetieth birthday
At that time, Mr. Wang and his wife Xia came to congratulate him, and they also said goodbye to Mr. Zhu. Why did they suddenly get sick? Mr. Wang has no party or faction in his life, and he ordered the couple to be buried together. The tombstone should be engraved with a poem he wrote at 1980. Zhong You
There is a saying: "Seven provinces have fled, and one is as bleak as a bean." "Today, the evening scenery in Sang Yu is good, and * * * prays for a centenarian mandarin duck." It can be seen that it adheres to pure feelings and is not disturbed. There are more and more elderly people waiting to be transferred to Wan 'an Cemetery. I dare not think about it. Only pray for dragon worms and sculptors to rest in peace.
Twelve heads of sixteen families have left. Pedestrians will not break on this road. They are all brilliant rays of sunlight, forming a gorgeous big cloud brocade, flickering like the rise and fall of everything. Cai Xia Tian Tian
Eliminate, but it will be born the next day. In the east, in the west, on the cheeks of young students.
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There are many essays by Zong Pu and Zong Pu, such as Wisteria Falls.
I can't help but stop.
I have never seen such a blooming vine, only a brilliant lavender hanging in the air like a waterfall, with no beginning and no end. Just a deep and shallow purple, as if flowing, laughing and growing. On the big purple banner, there is a little silver light, just like splashing water. A closer look shows that it is the simplest part of each purple flower, flirting with the sun.
Spring has faded here, and there are no people enjoying flowers and no butterflies around bees. Some are sparkling and blooming vines on this tree. Flowers are next to flowers, one after another, pushing each other around, so lively!
"I have blossomed!" They are laughing.
"I have blossomed!" They shouted.
Every ear of flowers blooms above and waits for release below. The color is light and dark, as if purple has settled down and settled in the tenderest and smallest bud. Every blooming flower is like a small full sail, with a sharp cabin under the sail and a bulging cabin; It's like a smile that can't help laughing, and it's about to bloom. What's the fairy dew and honey? I leaned over and picked one.
But I didn't pick it. I have no habit of picking flowers. I just stood and stared, feeling that this wisteria waterfall was not only in front of my eyes, but also flowing slowly in my heart. Flowing, taking away the doubts about life and death and the pain that have been pressing on my heart for these years. I am immersed in the brilliance of this dense flower, and there is nothing else for the time being, only peace of mind and happiness of life.
In addition to the brilliance, there is a faint fragrance here. The fragrance seems to be light purple, and it covers me gently like a dream. It suddenly occurred to me that there was a big wisteria outside my house more than ten years ago. It climbed high beside a dead locust tree, but the flowers were never sparse. A bunch of flowers hung on the treetops of things alone, as if looking at the color and testing something. Later, even the sparse flowers disappeared. Other wisteria frames in the garden were also pulled down and fruit trees were planted.
After so many years, the vines are blooming again, and they are so full and dense. Purple waterfalls cover the thick branches of the disc, flowing and flowing to people's hearts.
Flowers and people will encounter all kinds of misfortunes, but the long river of life is endless. I touched the little purple flower hut, which was filled with the wine of life. It is full of sails, sailing on the river full of flowers. It is one of ten thousand flowers, and it is by each flower that a splendid ten thousand flowing waterfall is formed.
In this faint purple light and faint purple fragrance, I feel that I have accelerated my pace.