Brief introduction of the author

Zhu Ziqing (1898 ~ 1948), a native of Haizhou, Jiangsu, was born in Shaoxing, Zhejiang. Originally known as Huazi, Pei County,No. Qiushi, a modern essayist, poet and professor. 1920 graduated from philosophy department of Peking University, and founded Poetry Magazine in the same year. From 65438 to 0925, he taught in the Literature Department of China, Tsinghua University, and later served as the head of the department. During the Anti-Japanese War, he served as Professor The National SouthWest Associated University. 1In June, 948, he participated in a demonstration against American support for Japan in Beijing, and signed the Declaration on Protesting American Policy of Supporting Japan and Refusing to Accept American Flour. In the same year, he died of poverty in Beiping. His prose is simple and meticulous, clear and gloomy, famous for its refined language and beautiful writing style, and full of true feelings. His representative works include Green, Spring, Qinhuai River in the Shadow of Paddle Lights, Moonlight on the Lotus Pond, and Back.

Swallows have gone, and there is a time to come again; Willow withered, there is a time to green again; The peach blossom withered, but it blossomed 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 slipped away from me quietly; Like a drop of water on the tip of a needle in the sea, my days are dripping in the stream of time, without sound or shadow. I can't help bursting into tears.

Go wherever you go, and come wherever you come; What's the hurry between going and coming? When I get up in the morning, two or three sunsets shoot 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 was silent, I passed by my eyes. I realized that he was in a hurry, and when I reached out to cover it, he passed by the covered hand again. When it was dark, I was lying in bed, and he quickly passed me and flew away from my feet. When I open my eyes and see the sun again, it will be a new day. I buried my face in a sigh, but the shadow of a new day began to flash in the sigh again.

What can I do in the days when I fly away, in the world of thousands of families? Only wandering, only running; In the rush of more than 8,000 days, what is left except wandering? The past days, like smoke, were scattered by the breeze, like fog, evaporated by Chu Yang; What traces did I leave? Did I leave traces like hairspring? I came to this world naked and will go back naked in a blink of an eye, right? But it can't be flat. Why did you come for nothing this time?

You are very clever. Tell me, why are our days gone forever?

1March 28th, 922