The full text of Zhu Ziqing's "Hurry"

Swallows have gone, and there is a time to come again; Willow withered, there is a time to green again; Peach blossoms have withered, but they will 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 8,000 days have 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 think he is 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 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 covered my face and sighed. But the shadow of the new day began to flash with a sigh.

Extended data:

Zhu Ziqing: I would rather starve to death than accept American "relief food".

What touched Zhu Ziqing most was not his words, but his integrity.

He suffered from severe stomach trouble for a long time. Without good care and treatment, a little carelessness will cause pain and vomiting all night. After middle age, he insisted on a lot of heavy teaching, writing and social work during his illness.

He died in August 1984, and his weight has dropped below 39 kg in June. But he still actively attends classes, meetings and works at his desk.

The most touching thing is that although Zhu Ziqing is a senior professor, his salary is very high, but the Kuomintang government is often short of money, because of the serious inflation, prices soar like a broken kite. In order to win over intellectuals, the government deliberately issued them with ration cards to let them buy "American-aided flour" at low prices. Zhu Ziqing was poor and sick at that time, and there were many children at home.

This ration card can be said to be a lifeline. However, he deeply understands the benevolence and evil intentions of American imperialism and the Kuomintang government. Out of the conscience and integrity of a patriotic intellectual, he solemnly signed his name on the Declaration on Protesting American Aid Policy to Japan and Refusing to Accept American Aid Flour sent by his student Wu Han, and immediately ordered his son to return the ration card.

In August 1948, 10, Zhu Ziqing was on the verge of death. He barely opened his eyes, looked at his three children, shook the hand of the lady sitting by the bed, and said slowly, "One thing to remember is that I signed a document refusing American aid to flour. Our family will not buy American flour from the Kuomintang in the future. "

The value of this last sentence is better than all his works, which makes the meaning of many so-called writers equal to zero. One year after Zhu Ziqing's death, Mao Zedong solemnly praised him in his masterpiece Farewell to Si Tuleideng for "being seriously ill, preferring to starve to death rather than receive American relief food, showing the heroism of our nation".

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