Zhu ziqing's article

Who is Zhu Ziqing? May 4th Movement? One of the pioneers and entrepreneurs of new literature, he made outstanding contributions to the development of modern literature in China, especially made great artistic achievements in prose creation, and became a master of prose in the history of modern literature. The following is Zhu Ziqing's article I compiled for you. I hope you like it.

Zhu Ziqing's first article: a letter

After living in Beijing for more than two years, everything is a dull past. If you want to say blessing, it is also a blessing. Because ordinary, like? Confused? Same? Rare? , especially in? These days? .

But somehow, I always think of the south where I lived for five or six years. Migration is impermanent, of course, not a good day; But when it comes to the taste of life, I'm afraid it's easier to feel deeply than usual. Now I see the same face all day long, the gray fluffy ground; The Great Liu Gao Locust is just the Great Liu Gao Locust. So ruthless, there is nothing in my heart; Some are just themselves, their own homes.

I tremble a little at the thought of my smallness; After all, it is not easy to enjoy happiness. It seems strange these days. Like a boat in the boundless sea, like a hunter in the boundless forest. It takes a lot of effort to walk and talk; It's not satisfactory yet. My heart is a mess, but it's still a fire. I seem to be trying to understand something, but I don't seem to understand anything. ? A 17-year history, where to start? It can be used as a footnote for me recently. Yesterday, someone suddenly mentioned the poem My South. I went to Beijing two years ago and had two drinks in a small village shop? Lotus white? Later, the letter pen was painted. It seems a little slim to think of that scene today; As for what is said in the poem, it is far away. I just happened to have lunch today and accidentally smoked an old magazine to amuse myself, but I turned to a letter to S three years ago. The letter says Taizhou, in Taizhou, to the south of Shanghai, Hangzhou and Ningbo. Is that really the case? My south? Yes

I thought hard, but showed me a way, though only? One? It's just a road. I can't forget the mountains and rivers in Taizhou, the wisteria in Taizhou and the spring in Taizhou, and S. He used to drink and curse happily. But he is a naive man. He is very kind to his friends. L ran from Hunan to Ningbo to find him penniless; I drank with him for half a year before we broke up. He got married last year. He has been worried about getting married for several years, which is a fundamental problem; But he'll be here soon, just like me? Middle age? This line. We met once after marriage, in a hurry. I think, like everyone else, he got married and finally got married.

But I will always remember his drunken and charming swearing attitude; This may be something he regrets. The changes in the south this year are beyond people's expectation. I knew his trace at first; I don't know anything for half a year. How on earth did he survive this stormy day? That's what I thought. I said the sea, he is just a small spray on the sea; I said the forest, he is a bird in the forest. Forgive me, forgive me, where can I find you? This letter is printed on the green silk of Taizhou Normal School. I reprint it here now; This is a good way to masturbate in front of me. Brother s: I will never forget Taizhou! On the first day of the sixth normal school, I passed the dock in a sedan chair. Sedan chairs are out of the way; I wonder why I am so calm when I open a mansion! It was spring at that time. Because of the gloomy weather and the silence on the road, I felt as if I had entered the land of autumn. When I arrived at Maichong Bridge, I saw the green Gubei Mountain dotted with several simple houses, which made me feel relaxed and happy, as if a breeze was blowing across my face. When I got to school, I went upstairs and saw white clouds on the distant mountain. There is no sound or figure around; There is not a bird in the sky. I can only hear the wind on the mountain behind me for a short time.

At that time, I really got rid of the fireworks and got high! Later, although it was found that the building was really bad: the pillars were like chicken bones and the floor was like chicken skin! But the generosity of nature made me forget the narrowness of the house. Therefore, I climbed to the top of Gu Bei several times, enjoying the high winds and enjoying the low, small and green fields. This is my happiest. Speaking of wisteria, I really love wisteria! In that humble way? It's probably not that simple now, is it? In our home and yard, there are such magnificent and prosperous wisteria flowers, which really surprises me! Her majesty and prosperity overshadow simplicity, which makes people feel that simplicity is indispensable and makes people fantasize? Good old days? ! I also wandered under the flowers several times: at that time, all the students went to class, leaving me alone. Warm sunny days, bright colors and buzzing bees are brewing the court in spring.

I am floating in the boundless spring sea, and I don't know what to do! That flower is really beautiful: old and vigorous branches, so thick and thick, are turning around; Who knew her fingers would be so delicate and gorgeous? That flower is really beautiful: wisps of drooping filaments hang on that chapped arm, and the breeze is elegant, like a laughing girl, like a young woman with heavy makeup, like cheeks and arms, like rouge and powder? When they finished class, I looked at the top of the building several times: the charm was even more attractive: clouds, clouds, fairies!

I have never seen such a good wisteria since I left Taizhou. I really miss her. I really envy you! In addition, I saw the pontoon bridge (long gone now) on the Wangjiang Building of Nanshan Temple, and the fallen people walked on the long bridge; On the Shui Ge of East Lake, on the ten-fold bridge, look at the willow color and the fishermen; Look at the fields and the sky along the road behind the house; Looking at pears outside the south gate? Go back to Gu Bei and see the snow on the mountain in front of the hospital in winter; They are all my favorites.

Ironically, I still remember that there was a drawing table in the old warehouse where I once lived. This is a narrow painting table ten feet long with red paint. I put it in my upstairs window, read books and talked with people on it, and lived for half a year. Now I think it's useless to put it aside, right? Alas! The people in Taizhou are as simple as nature; I've only seen three hooligans in Shanghai-style clothes a year! I remember it clearly among the students. Some time ago, a Mr. P wrote to me. Although I didn't have time to reply, I am still very grateful! Please take this opportunity to tell him for me. I write too much; I wonder if these messy words can be attached to the end of the green silk so that it can meet its old friends? My brother is self-purified.

Zhu Ziqing's Second Chapter: Women

Baishui is an honest man and an interesting man.

When it comes to the sky, he can make a long speech. This time, I heard Mianzi say that there are magazines in Japan with the title "Female"? How many literati are there? Woman? Conversation record, the desk on this topic. He said,? That's interesting. Why don't we join in? We said,? You go first! ? He scratched his hair and said, ok! That is, I will come first; You don't want to get cold feet. ? We know that, as usual, he kept talking. Sure enough, the phone bill took so long that others only had time to supplement it, and there was no room for self-description. At that time, I was appointed as a temporary secretary and wrote down what was said on the table. Now sorted out, it is the following article. Nine times out of ten, it was Baishui's opinion, so he used the first person as his self-report; I don't think Baishui will deny it? To tell the truth, I am a woman lover; From the days of Chinese studies to the present, I have always been very happy with women. Although I haven't suffered anything. Female difficulty? And the power of women, I really often appreciate. Women are magnets, I am soft iron; For a fictional or real woman, I thought for a minute or two, even a week or two. I really don't know the taste of meat? This kind of thing often happens. Walking on the road, a woman came from a distance. My eyes were like bees smelling flowers, and I grabbed it. But I'm content, ordinary woman. I only watch it once or twice, and turn around at most. Like a classmate of mine, I stand at attention when I meet the opposite sex? Turn left or right, carefully chase him out from under his glasses for a long time, then he can't see, and then he goes? I don't need it. We have an old saying there:? A good boy watches, a fool watches all night; ? I'm always there for you? Good boy? One side

Wherever I go, I always look for women with my eyes at first. On the train, I will go through several carriages to meet women; On the boat, I will travel all over the boat to meet women. If you can't find a woman, go to the playground and catch up with the temple fair. May I boldly add? Visit a girls' school; There are many women in these places. So my eyes are busier! I dragged my feet to follow them, often until I was tired. What is the woman I am looking for? What is the woman I met? This is an artistic woman. In the past, people compared women to flowers, birds and lambs. They just say that women are art created by nature, which makes people rejoice and admire? Just as artistic children are the creation of nature, they are inspiring and admirable. Not only men are happy, but women are also happy, and women are also envious; And then what? Jealous? Is the other side of joy and admiration, like? Love? Is the same joy and admiration. It is not only women but also men who are glad to be praised. ? This willow is really lovely, just like Zhang Xu in those days. Is a good example; And then what? Meifeng Instruments? In short, special? A never-ending book? . But the artistic temperament of men always seems to be less; Jia Baoyu said it well: men's bones are made of mud and women's bones are made of water. This is fate? Or personnel? I don't know yet; I just think it's true. ? You see, those who learn to draw now? Human body movement? Who doesn't need a woman to be his model? Isn't it because women's curves are cuter? We say that, historically, women are more artistic than men; This sentence should not be wrong, right? So I said, artistic woman. The so-called artistic woman has three meanings: it is the most artistic among women, and it is the artistic side of women. We look at women from an artistic perspective. I say that women are more artistic than men, which is a general statement; Women are the most artistic, which is a personal statement. ? And then what? Art? This word, in its narrow sense, refers to the art of eyes, which is the same as painting, sculpture and dance. Artistic women are women with beautiful colors, contours and movements. Is it her appearance, figure and posture that make us feel? Complete yourself? That woman. There is a natural boundary pillar here. I'm just talking about virgins, young women, middle-aged women and old ladies, who have been eroded by age and embarked on the road of withering. In this case, they are already lagging behind.

A woman's perfection is only hers? A human face? One; She can have great talent, wisdom, kindness, courage, chastity and so on, but it does not hinder this stage. Various stages can help this stage and make it more substantial; This phase can also help the phase, divide it perfectly, and sometimes cover up your own shortcomings. When we look at a woman, if we are attracted by her perfection, we will ignore ourselves and everything about her, and we will only be addicted to it; This intoxication is instantaneous, indifferent and silent. We look at women for joy, not love. Love is all, happiness is part. Love is the whole? Self? With the whole? Self? Fusion, so powerful and long-lasting; Joy is? Self? The fusion of discontinuous fragments is shallow and unstable. Both are the interest of life and the attitude of life. But love is for people, and joy is for people and things. ? Besides, what else? Kind? , is it? Who are there? Chest; Further,? Heaven and earth are born with me, and everything is one with me? , is it? God loves? ,? Love? Yes This kind of love is not what I want to talk about; However, a boundary pillar must be set up here. Any great and solemn image, whether personal or physical, which is attractive enough to attract people's hearts must be this kind of love; And this beautiful and gorgeous scene began in? Are you happy? In the threshold.

As for love, personality attraction is the backbone and possessiveness is very strong, which is different from the two. Y jun shared love and joy equally with people and things, thinking? Hi? Only things? Love? Is a person; If you talk to people? Hi? This is a contempt for his personality. Nowadays, many people also think that it is insulting to compare a woman to a lamb. Praising a woman's posture is also an insult to her. So what? Is to despise their personality! But I think if we can't put. The beauty of body? Excluding personality factors, we have to say this sentence slowly! And if beauty is a kind of value and personality is based on the cornerstone of value, how can we refuse it? The beauty of body? And then what? So I think that we only need to appreciate a woman's artistic side as art, just like appreciating other beautiful nature; Art and nature? Impersonal? Of course, I can't say? Contempt? Whether it is or not. In such a position, comparing things with people, rejoicing and admiring, and playing with traditional attitudes are a hundred thousand miles away, and people can be acquitted. ? Only treat women as? Playthings? , is really contempt; Even in the so-called Love? In the middle. Artistic woman, yes, artistic woman! We should look at her with surprise. What a miracle! I have observed women for 16 years and found one thing, that is, when I appreciate women as art, she must not know; No matter it is strange, it is familiar. Because this will cause her sexual self-defense shame or other nausea, her artistic taste will become thin; And what we care about is her shame or disgust, so we can't sit still and be complacent.

So we have to be secretly grateful; Art is secret, so is natural creation. But what kind of artistic women do I like? You have to ask. Let me tell you: I have seen western women, Japanese women, two women in the north and south of the Yangtze River, women in the city, and famous women in Zhejiang; But my vision is too narrow after all. I've only seen less than half a dozen artistic women! And there is only one westerner, not one Japanese! The Virgin of the West met at the corner of a secluded alley in Y City and passed at a glance. The other two met on two trains, once for a long time and once for two days. There is another one I met in the countryside and watched for three months. ? I think an artistic woman has her gentle temperament first; It makes people listen to the melodious flute and smell the fragrance of roses, lying on a thick velvet blanket. She is as dense as water and as light as smoke, hanging over us; How can you not rejoice and admire? This is due to her actions; Every step of her, stretching her waist, sweeping her temples, blinking her head, even the slight rise of her clothes and the light dance of her skirt, are like the flow of honey and the slight overflow of the wind; How can you not rejoice and admire? The most lovely is the soft waist; People used to say that the breeze is weeping willows, and Qingwen is in a dream of red mansions? Water snake waist? It is said that the waist is soft; But my happy waist is like Suzhou candy, which makes my tongue sweet and my teeth soft.

Zhu Ziqing's Third Chapter: Bai Cai

In the midsummer, I wrote the article "Poems Picked from White". I just wrote a page and put it aside because of illness. At this moment, a letter came from Xun Yu, saying that Bai Cai had died on a ship from Hongkong to Shanghai. He is only one person; His relics are temporarily stored in Lida College. There are manuscripts, old poems, notes, correspondence between friends and women, and four packages of women's hair! I repeated Yu Xun's belief several times and lost it for a while; I feel that Bai Cai is indifferent to life and death, but it is cruel to die on a ship that is about to arrive at Wusongkou. This is the embarrassment of our deceased.

Bai Cai is an unpredictable person. Although we know a little about his history and personality from the relics, few people knew it before his death. He didn't tell anyone. When you asked him, he just faltered. Since his nature is so unique, it is naturally lonely; But we can see that he is a good friend and a sincere person. ? No discord, no concord. That's how I know. This is a waste of time. This is a collection of poems by Li Fang for students. Li Fang gave me his collection of poems for editing and asked me to preface it. I am in Wenzhou and he is in Shanghai. I am very busy, and I am busy for half a year; Li Fang died of an unknown emergency in Shanghai. I regretted that I needed to be slow, so I quickly took time out to work for him. At this time, Pingbo sent a white letter, just two lines, urging me to try to publish Li Fang's poems; Attached to the novel The Poet's Son, published in Awakening. Let me have a look? There are many sarcastic remarks in it. At that time, I felt that I didn't deserve such sarcasm, so I wrote a long letter of nearly 2000 words, telling the whole story in detail and explaining it to him. The letter has gone, waiting for a reply; But there is no news. Only when I had given up hope did he come with a postcard; In my opinion, it's just a few words that are half cold and half hot. I can only use it? How can it be satisfactory? But please have a clear conscience! ? Explain yourself and just listen. But Pingbo kept in touch with him because of the letter.

Ping Bo wrote about him many times, saying that he was an interesting person. Pingbo once visited me in Baima Lake. When I went to Ningbo with him, he showed me Bai Cai's poem Love for Patients on the train. I saw it once in the body shaking. I think it's interesting. Then I admitted Pingbo's words. He is an interesting person. I told Pingbo that his poems seemed to be influenced by Nietzsche. Later, Pingbo wrote this confession letter, which impressed him deeply. I also told Pingbo that I wanted to write a comment on this poem. Pingbo also told him about it. Once he suddenly wrote about it; He is looking forward to seeing my words earlier and letting him know what his poems look like in my eyes. I wrote back and promised him that I would do it. We often write to each other in the future, and he often mentions it. But now it is three years later, and I will finish writing this article; But he's dead and gone! His last letter to me before the summer vacation also talked about his hopes. Oh, my God, how can I deserve such a friend and how can I make up for my mistake? Pingbo and I have never met Bai Cai, and everyone thinks it's a pity.

Once I went to Shanghai, Pingbo visited him at No.5 Xinzheng Li Xing, Ximen Road, Lin Yin: this was based on the mailing address he gave us. But unfortunately, he has moved somewhere nearby; We have to click to leave. No.5 Xinzheng was lived by a friend: once he talked about it, saying that his surname was Tong and he was studying in a special art school; His wife and Mrs. Yanling are friends. The Yanling couple used to live in a pavilion they rented. That's when I saw Yanling. Beds, tables and chairs are painted white. It was a small and extremely clean house, which almost made me forget that it was in the west gate of Shanghai. As far as I know, some photos he kept were taken in that room. Judging from his legacy, he was not divorced at that time; I don't know if he left Li Xing Xinzheng No.5 because of his divorce. This makes us think about it afterwards, which is somewhat tragic. But Pingbo didn't see Bai Cai in the end, so I had to meet him.

After five minutes, I got on the train to Shanghai at Lida College. On this day, friends from the college said that Bai Cai would move here. I've been waiting for a long time since this morning, and I haven't heard from you. Is preparing to go to the station, Bai Cai came in from the door. He speaks Jiangxi dialect, which seems to be very old and has changed a lot. Because I still have an appointment in Shanghai, I talked in a hurry and shook hands. He later wrote to Pingbo about me? Short and pithy? But this is an interesting sentence. This is our first side, but who knows it's our last! At the end of last year, when I was in Beijing, he was going to teach in Jimei; He heard that I was going back to the south, and because he couldn't wait for me, he sent me a small photo. This is his back standing on the terrace. He said it was chatting. I got this little photo and couldn't bear to fiddle with it again and again. I think he is really a good friend.

This time I came to Lida Academy, I just read Cai Bai's Novel, and the sarcasm in an article "The Son Who Composed Poetry" has been deleted. Yu Xun told me that the long letter I originally gave him was still in the box. This made me feel ashamed of my previous guess. I'm really a bitch! But now that he is dead, what can I do? I only believe that if Emerson, he is immortal in the hearts of many friends! Shanghai, Jiangwan, Lida Academy.

The above is Zhu Ziqing's article that I arranged for you. I hope it helps you!