Zhu Ziqing, formerly known as Zihua, was named Shiqiu, and later renamed Ziqing, with a string. Settle in Yangzhou with my father. China modern essayist, poet, scholar and democratic fighter. The following is an excerpt from Zhu Ziqing's prose collection I compiled for you. Welcome to read it. I hope you will like it. Excerpts from Zhu Ziqing's Prose Collection 1

In a hurry

Swallows have gone, and there is a time to come again; Willow withered, there is a time to be green again; Peach blossoms have withered, but they bloom again. But, smart, tell me, why are our days gone forever? Someone stole them: who is that? Where is it hidden? They escaped by themselves: where are they now?

I don't know how many days they gave me; But my hands are getting empty. Counting silently, more than 8 thousand days have slipped away from me; Like a drop of water on the needle tip in the sea, my days are dripping in the stream of time, without sound or shadow. I can't help but burst into tears.

whatever you go, whatever you come; What's the hurry between going and coming? When I got up in the morning, two or three oblique suns shot into the hut. The sun has feet, and it has moved gently and quietly; I also follow the rotation blankly. So-when washing your hands, the days pass from the basin;

when eating, the days pass from the rice bowl; When I am silent, I pass by my eyes. I felt that he was in a hurry. When I reached out to cover my arm, he passed by the covered hand again. When I was lying in bed at dark, he crossed me and flew away from my feet. When I open my eyes and see the sun again, it will be another day. I covered my face and sighed. But the shadow of the new day began to flash with a sigh.

what can I do in the world of thousands of families in the days when I am flying away? Only wandering, only rushing; In the rush of more than 8 thousand days, what is left except wandering? The past days, like smoke, were dispersed by the breeze, like mist, evaporated by Chu Yang; What traces do I leave? Have I ever left traces like gossamer? I came into this world naked, and will go back naked in a blink of an eye? But it can't be flat. Why do you have to go this time for nothing?

You are clever. Tell me, why are our days gone forever? Excerpts from Zhu Ziqing's Prose Collection 2

On the winding lotus pond, Tian Tian's leaves are expected. The leaves are high out of the water, like a graceful dancer's skirt. Among the layers of leaves, there are some white flowers dotted sporadically, some are blooming gracefully, and some are shyly budding; Just like a pearl, like a star in a blue sky, like a beauty who just came out of the bath. When the breeze passed by, it sent wisps of fragrance, like a faint song on a tall building in the distance. At this time, the leaves and flowers also trembled a little, like lightning, and passed across the lotus pond in an instant. The leaves were close to each other side by side, so there was a clear wave mark. Under the leaves is the flowing water, which is covered and can't see some colors; And the leaves are more exposed to the wind. Excerpts from Zhu Ziqing's Prose Collection 3

Wandering

I think of that night in Hangzhou again. He suddenly came to see me. He said that he had swam with P for three days and would leave for Shanghai tomorrow morning. He was originally from Shandong; When I come back to Shanghai, I'm going to America. I asked about the magazine Psychology, Philosophy, and Scientific Method of Columbia University, and I knew it was a famous magazine. But he said that there is often no good article in it for a year, which means nothing. He said that psychologists had a meeting in England recently, and several people's words were interesting. He casually wrote a book on the back of the desk with a pencil, the title of Philosophy Science and its publishing place, saying it was a new book, which could be read. He said he was leaving. I sent him to the hotel. I saw a book "Life and Geography" lying on his bed, and casually took it and turned it over. He said that this little book is very famous, and it is a good excerpt from Zhu Ziqing's prose collection. Under the dim electric light, we remained silent for a while and answered a few simple words; I left. I haven't seen him until now.

after he went to America, he wrote some words at first, but later he didn't. His name, in the hearts of ordinary people, is like a cloud in the distance. I still remember him. Two or three years later, I saw another poem by him in Literature Daily, which was written in a clear and interesting way. I have only read this poem by him. I have read many of his novels; What I can't forget most is the article Rainy Night, which is about the life of rickshaw pullers in Beijing. W is a science student and should be calm, but his novels are very hot.

this is w. Excerpts from Zhu Ziqing's Prose Collection 4

I have lived in Beijing for more than two years, and everything has passed in an ordinary way. If you want to say blessing, this is also a blessing. Because ordinary, just like "confused", "rare", especially in "these days". But somehow, I always think about the south where I have lived a fickle life for five or six years. Migration is impermanent, which is certainly not a good day; But when it comes to the taste of life, I'm afraid it's easier to feel it deeply than usual. Now I see the same face all day long, the gray and fluffy ground; Big willow and high locust, just big willow and high locust. So callous, nothing in my heart; Some are just themselves, their own homes. I think about my smallness, and I tremble a little; After all, it is not easy to enjoy happiness.

There seems to be something different these days. Like a boat in the boundless sea, like a hunter in the endless forest. It takes a lot of effort to walk and talk; It's not satisfactory yet. My heart is a mess, or a fire. Seems to be struggling to understand something, but seems to understand nothing. "A Seventeen History", where to start, "can be borrowed as my footnote recently. Yesterday, someone suddenly mentioned the poem "My South". This was painted with a pen when I first arrived in Beijing two years ago and drank two cups of "Lotus White" in a village shop. It seems a little slim to think of that scene today; As for what is said in the poem, it is far away, but it happened that I had lunch today and accidentally smoked an old magazine to amuse myself, but I turned over a letter to S three years ago. The letter says Taizhou, which is in the south of Shanghai, Hangzhou and Ningbo. This is really "my South". I am struggling to figure out, but it shows me a way, although it is only a "one" way. Excerpts from Zhu Ziqing's Prose Collection 5

This is in the garden. Flowers are still dreaming their dreams. The light rain secretly washed away their dirt, and their sweet and soft luster glowed. Under the washed-away glitter, I can see the quiet red, the cold purple, and the white and green with a wry smile that they hide deeply when there is sunlight. What used to be splendid in front of my eyes now has a dim color. -Are you worried about Fangchun's retirement? Are you feeling the drowsiness of Fangchun?

probably because of the misty rain, the garden lost its fragrance. The trickle of easterly wind only brings the fragrance of flowers like hunger; With the smell of wet grass and the smell of earth. In the fields and swamps outside the garden, some newly planted seedlings, young wheat and the fresh steam of shady willows were sent from time to time. Although these are not sweet, they can strongly stimulate my nose and make me feel happy and tired.

Look, that's all in the song: I use my ears, but also my eyes, nose, tongue and body to listen; I also sang with my heart. I was finally attacked by a healthy paralysis. So it belongs to the song. After that, only the song sings and listens alone; There is only singing in the world. Excerpts from Zhu Ziqing's Prose Collection 6

It seems that none of my family likes flowers very much; My father only occasionally went to the "greenhouse" with us once or twice when he led us to the street. But we lived in a house with a small garden, which belonged to the landlord. There were trees and flower stands (wisteria flower stands and the like), but I was still young and didn't know the names of those flowers and trees. I only remember that it was a rose climbing on the wall. There is also a cave gate made of Taihu stone in the garden; Now that I think about it, it seems to be fine. At that time, I was led by a naughty young servant, who only knew how to run around catching butterflies; Sometimes I pinch a few flowers, but I just fiddle with them and throw them away at will. As for the taste of flowers, that is later: in the summer morning, there are girls from the countryside in our place everywhere, shouting along the door, "sell gardenias." Gardenia is not a high-quality product, but I like the white and faint yellow color and the fat figure, which is similar to those girls who sell flowers. The fragrance of gardenia, strong but not strong, clear but not light, is also my pleasure.

I love flowers in this way. Maybe someone will ask, "You don't love flowers, do you?" I'm not sure about this myself, so I have to leave it alone. Excerpts from Zhu Ziqing's Prose Collection 7

In recent years, my father and I have been running around, and the situation at home is getting worse every day. He went out to make a living as a teenager, supported by himself, and did many great things. That knowing the old world is so depressed! He was so sad that he couldn't help himself. If you are depressed in the middle, it is natural to send it out; Family trifles often touch his anger. He treated me differently. But in the last two years, he finally forgot my bad, just thinking 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 is inconvenient to lift my pen and pen, so the time for my departure is not far away." I read here, and in the crystal tears, I saw the back of the fat, blue cotton gown and black mandarin jacket. Alas! I don't know when I can see him again! Excerpts from Zhu Ziqing's Prose Collection 8

Mochou Lake is in Huayan Temple. The lake is not big, and you can't go boating. In summer, there are lotus leaves, and the houses near the lake are overlooking by the railing, which is quite far away. Mochow's figurine, painted by someone under Shengqi, is probably not very ancient. However, the face is elegant and the pleats are flexible, which means "waving sleeves to make you feel empty". If I were asked, I would not hesitate to write the words "immortal is immortal". Another portrait of a stone carving is also here, presumably from that painting; But anger is much worse. Although it is also near the lake, because the house is deep, it looks darker; But antique, dark well. Of course, there are many poems and literary couplets. I only remember Wang Xiangqi's semi-couplet cloud: "Don't treat his northern rouge lightly. Look at the boat, the children in the south of the Yangtze River have no color." Good spirit. According to legend, Ming Taizu played chess with Xu Da, and Xu Da won, so Mao gave him this house. A man like Mao could have done such an elegant thing. The small pavilion facing the lake on the left is much brighter and brighter. There is a portrait of Zeng Guofan, but I forget who wrote the sentence "Jiang Tian Xiao Ge sits in a luxurious place". I like this sentence, "Jiang Tian" and "Sit in a luxurious place", which makes the room more cheerful. Excerpts from Zhu Ziqing's Prose Collection 9

At this time, we all felt inadequate, and mine was even stronger. We just don't want to go back, so we can only be disappointed by regret. The boat was full of disappointment. It was not until the slightly noisy voices under the bridge that I was suddenly surprised; The situation is different. In the river room on the right bank, the windows are wide open, and there are dazzling electric lights. The light of the electric lights shines on the water, winding and shining, just like the arm of a dancing fairy. Our ship is already in her arms; Like sleeping in a cradle, we fall asleep when we are tired. The characters under the electric light only feel like ants, and they don't miss them. This is the last dream; Unfortunately, it is the shortest dream! Darkness repeatedly fell in front of us, and we saw the dull and shaky lights on the empty boat near the shore. Our dream woke up and we knew we were going ashore; Our hearts are full of disillusionment.

-Excerpts from the collection of Zhu Ziqing's essays in Qinhuai River in the Shadow of Paddle Lights. 1

At women's parties, there is sometimes a gentle air; But it's just general air, and there is no detailed program. Therefore, this is to be appreciated from a distance, which is different from individual views; If you look closely, the general air may disappear. Speaking of this artistic woman's party, I was thinking about a few years ago, and it was so frustrating. On a Sunday morning in p city, I went to a grand church to worship; I heard that there are many women there. I went to worship women. That church is for men and women. When I went, the female seat was still empty, which seemed quite far away; My reverie fills every empty seat. Suddenly, my eyes were a little blurred. In the thin fragrance, a group of women in white coats, black vests and black skirts came in silently and far away. I don't see God now, but I see these angels with wings! Another time on the lake in the evening, at dusk, in a yacht with small red flowers, eight or nine girls in white were sitting; The lake wind danced with their clothes, and they became a piece of white. I think they are the goddess of the lake, playing samadhi for the time being. The third time, on a bridge in the lake, under Danyue weiyun, a dozen girls were leaning on it, too, hazy and white with the moon. In the shaky voice, I met the incarnation of my sister-in-law! Excerpts from Zhu Ziqing's Prose Collection 11

1) At the door of the meeting place, many cars and carriages had already stopped; I know this is really a big ceremony. Walking into the meeting place, sitting quietly and looking closely, everything is very calm, and it seems that the time to leave the meeting is still far away! -Although the appointed time has come. Upstairs in the middle is a female guest seat, which seems to be very few; There are military and police seats on both sides-just like the ones downstairs. A black policeman, with a gray soldier in between, stood silently.

2) They probably didn't come to listen to the lecture, because they didn't have the membership badge of Saici, the auditing logo like me, and they didn't have a real seat-a seat. (I mean the military and police seats, actually speaking, there was no such name at that time, and there was a joint statement. ) I heard that the governor of the warlord will visit the venue; They came to defend the two captains, and they came to watch us. What an armed venue!

3) At that time, the two leaders had not arrived, and the grand event had not yet started; We are going to be students suddenly! A teacher-like lady came to the stage and flashed in front of the audience like a light; She asked everyone to practice the song "Try to be Chinese". Everyone stood up blankly and sang after her. But by surprise, some people dare not sing, and some people can't sing. So when she finished singing, she smiled gently and said to everyone, this time it's too low. Wait and sing again. She bowed lightly and left. After waiting, she did come again. After saying one-two-three-four, the song "Try Your Best to Be Chinese" really sounded loud. She put her left hand in her waist and waved her right hand up and down to show the beat;

4) When waving, it leans slightly from the waist up to the left and right, showing a very soft curve; Her head tilted slightly to the right, her lips moved gently, and above her lips, there was a smile. After singing, she still smiled and said, better, wait and sing. When she sang again, she clapped her hands and made a crisp sound, and the rest was the same as before. After singing, she immediately asked everyone to sing again-two-three-four. Everyone seems to be amazed, as if she really sees everyone as a student; But after half a second of amazement and impatience, I finally sang again-naturally, some people have a rest because of fatigue. So everyone's temporary student days ended. Soon, there was a sudden disturbance in the field, and everyone's line of sight