Zhu Ziqing's inspirational love quotes and funny quotes
Zhu Ziqing's prose creations, from delicate and meaningful to simple and plump to radical and profound, bear a distinct mark of the times, showing his unique Artistic style and aesthetic taste. Yu Dafu said in "New Literature Series? Introduction to Modern Prose": Although Zhu Ziqing is a poet, his prose can still be full of that kind of poetic flavor. It should be said that this is a very sophisticated evaluation of Zhu Ziqing's prose art. This book is a summary of Zhu Ziqing's classic prose, including "Resentment", "Hurry", "Qinhuai River in the Sound of Oars and Shadows", "Civilization in the Ship", "Justice", "January with Spring Light", "Shuo Dream", "Green", etc. The following are the famous quotes I selected from Zhu Ziqing's works on this website (YJBYS). Welcome to browse:
Peach trees and willow trees are planted alternately along the coast here. When spring comes, I will have some lively dreams.
The liveliest things at this time were the cicadas chirruping on the trees and the frogs croaking in the water; but the excitement belonged to them, and I enjoyed nothing.
From now on, I will no longer look up at the blue sky or look down at the white water. I will only watch my steps carefully. I will step on the soil and leave deep footprints!
As the old saying goes, friendship is only a matter of life and death; his relationship with Wuyu has been as good as one day in the past five years, which is really unimaginable!
A small round face , like peach and plum blossoms in full bloom; there is no smile on the face, but there is a faint glow of spring, as if the greenhouse is filled with honey.
In the east wind, passing by my face, the drizzle of stars is the fluff of spring.
Only the fluttering breeze is left, and only the distant bell is left. The eyes are astonishing, and the ears are astonishing.
It is impossible to study literature without being lazy to memorize it, especially poetry. A high school liberal arts student should recite three hundred poems carefully instead of swallowing them wholeheartedly or reading ten collections of poems at a glance.
Educators must have faith in education, just like religious people have faith in their God? I rebuke those who use education as a means! I encourage those who use education as a utilitarian! I hope we Everyone works hard and strives to be the person who believes in education.
We crossed Lake Baikal in the evening the next day; this is a very famous lake that I longed to see. I remember that Guo Moruojun's poem said that Su Wu was herding sheep in Lake Baikal. It was a beautiful and sad imagination. Crossing this lonely lake in the dim twilight, I couldn't help but feel nostalgic.
When I wash my hands, the days pass by the basin; when I eat, the days pass by the rice bowl; when I am silent, the days pass by my gazed eyes. I noticed that he was gone hastily, so I reached out my hands to hold him back, but he kept flowing past my withholding hands. In the evening, as I lie in bed, he would stride over my body, glide past my feet, in his agile way. When I opened my eyes and saw the sun again, another day had slipped by. I hid my face and sighed. But the shadow of the new days began to flash through the sigh again.
These days, people have more and more opportunities to have fun, and they don’t care to wait until the New Year. Therefore, the New Year’s Eve scenes fade away again and again, and they are as enthusiastically looking forward to and enjoying the things as before. I'm afraid it only exists in the memories of the elderly and the imaginations of children.
Those who stand on tiptoes, stretch their necks, and only know how to wait! They wait for tomorrow to do everything, but today is just for waiting; naturally, when tomorrow comes, they have to wait for tomorrow's tomorrow. .
For a Chinese who has never lived in Europe during the summer, when he goes to the Netherlands in the north of the country in early summer, he simply feels that it is like the new autumn. The sky is pale, the fields are silent, and the train is moving as if no one is paying attention. Occasionally, I saw a half-windmill at the end of the road, motionless, like an iron hand stretching toward the sky.
I think the first thing an artistic woman has is her gentle air; listening to the melodious tune of the flute is like smelling the fragrance of roses, like lying on a thick velvet blanket.
She is as dense as water and as light as smoke, enveloping us; how can we not admire her with joy? This comes from her movements; every step she takes, every stretch of her waist, every sweep of her temples, every blink of an eye, every move she lowers her head. , even the slight lift of clothes and the gentle dance of skirts are like the flow of honey and the slight ripple of wind. How can we not admire it with joy?
Because life is limited, if we can have it every night Such a clear dream, after one day, is equivalent to two days, after fifty years old, it is equivalent to a hundred years old; such a cheap thing is really achieved. As for the pain and joy in dreams, according to my layman's opinion, they are the pain and joy in dreams after all, and there is no need to worry about them.
A mere piece of clothing separates two ordinary people. But when it comes to art, both sides of the Taiwan Strait have their own advantages. We might as well say that Paris is an art city. In the past, people said that the vegetable sellers and servants in the Six Dynasties were all smelly of smoke and water. Everyone in Paris probably had one or two elegant bones on their body. You see, there are water fountains and statues in the parks and on the streets. Museums are everywhere, and exhibitions are often held. They breathe the artistic atmosphere almost like air, and they naturally become elegant.
When I usually think of Siberia, I think of a vast plain in front of me, illuminated by the dim setting sun, or blown by the biting north wind, or covered with snow and ice. I believe that this impression comes partly from "Celeste" and partly from translated novels; what we saw on the train was not so thrilling, probably because of the summer. It's true that desolation is good, but there are no children's hills along the road, and the thousands of miles of green turn Siberia into an ordinary countryside. There are only wooden houses dotted everywhere, which is unprecedented. It rained on five of the seven days we were in Siberia; in the drizzle, these slightly shiny wooden houses had a special tone.
At the junction of Europe and Asia, there is a section of road that has a Chinese artistic conception, with rolling green mountains and leisurely flowing rivers, with only a few random meanders in the miles. The mountain is high and precipitous, with not many peaks visible, just like a large fence cut into pieces. The car walked along the river at the bottom of the mountain; the river bank was also high and the water seemed to fall suddenly. From the top of the mountain to the river, there are two neat stacks; except for a few twists and turns, the road for several miles is neat. Although neatness is already a benefit of the West, its profundity is still close to that of Chinese landscape poetry or landscape painting. I saw a narrow boat in the river, with a person sitting and paddling slowly. The boat and the person were both dark in color; this was truly a Chinese painting.
After coming to the north, for some reason, I had dreams every night, and they were different dreams. But after all, I am a newly upgraded person. Although I dream, I can’t have a clear dream! I have confused dreams all night long, and when I wake up, I don’t understand what I mean, and I feel like I am lost. The most embarrassing thing is that every morning when I'm about to wake up, I still have lingering dreams that I can't get rid of. Suddenly my eyes open, as if falling into a deep valley, everything is silent, only a corner of the sun is waiting for me on the wall! I will never let it go at this time. When I get up, I must think carefully, hoping to recapture the taste of the dream, but as usual, I can't think of it, I just feel confused and seem to be missing something. Even so, one thing is known: the world in the dream is free, allowing you to wander and fly; but as soon as you open your eyes, they are tied up with dense hemp ropes, which is a big difference!
Colored lanterns are hung under the roof in front of the cabin; the number of lights, light and dark, the fineness, thickness, color and darkness of the lanterns are different. But at least I'll give you a piece of cake. This lantern is really the most attractive thing. When night falls gradually, lights are lit on ships large and small. The radiating yellow astigmatism is reflected from the double glass, and a hazy haze is reflected; through this haze, wisps of bright ripples are teased in the dim water waves. In this mist and ripples, listening to the leisurely intermittent sound of oars, who can not be led into his sweet dreams? I only worry that there are too many dreams, how can these big and small boats carry them?
There is a lake and a suspension bridge; there are the most pelicans in the lake, and you can spend your days leaning on the bridge railing and watching them play in the water. Surrounded by Buckingham Palace, the Western Temple, the Parliament, and various government offices, they are all the busiest places. People leaning on the bridge railings can take a moment to appreciate the outline of the Gosi-style spiers of the Western Temple and the Parliament, which is considered a blessing.
The changes in the South this year are beyond human imagination. I knew his whereabouts at first; but I know nothing about him in the past six months. How did he live such a windy life? This is what I am pondering.
I said the sea, he is just a small wave on the sea; I said the forest, he is just a little bird in the forest. Forgive me, forgive me, where can I find you? Related reading:
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