Letter to Mr. Zhu Ziqing 1
Dear Mr. Zhu Ziqing,
Hello! "Swallows have gone, and there is a time to come again; Willow withered, there is a time to green again; Peach blossoms bloom again ... "Whenever I read your" Hurry ",there is always a profound experience that" flowers bloom and fade, and people are no longer young ". Under your delicate writing, I once admired the beautiful scenery of the lotus pond, wrote down the tearful "back" after rubbing against my father, wrote down the beautiful spring, and described my father's love in winter. My favorite is in a hurry, which allows me to taste all kinds of life and the passage of time.
The sun sets and rises again; When the grass is dead, it will be green again; It's dark, and sometimes it's bright. It's just time, as you said, gone forever. Time passes by like a tide. It never waits for you, but it is always flowing. You are right, sir. The days are gone forever. However, it makes people like a thread, which is meaningful. Cherish it, use it, and enjoy a more meaningful life against time.
"I don't know how many days they gave me, but my hands are really getting empty. Counting silently, more than 8,000 days slipped away from me quietly, like a drop of water on the tip of a needle, dripping into the sea, and our days also dripping into the stream of time, without sound or shadow. I can't help but burst into tears. " Your words can be said to be simple but true. There are no flowery words and difficult sentences, but these few strokes depict the ruthless passage of time and the shortness of life. Counting silently, more than 4,000 days passed by my fingertips, like a grain of sand in an hourglass falling into the beach, and my time flew silently into the universe. I can't help crying. Time flies, the sun and the moon fly, alas, time, why does it go so fast? ...
"Speak, speak; What's the hurry between going and coming? " Your question got me thinking. In a hurry, in a hurry, we are always around us, but we are just carried away by happiness and turn a blind eye to the passage of time. Alas, I sigh like you, how time flies! What impressed me the most was your paragraph "So-when washing your hands, the days passed from the washbasin;" 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. When I reached out to cover him, 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. "Such a classic passage, as a loyal reader, can't be done without reading or memorizing. This passage really makes me feel like knocking over a five-flavor bottle, and there is an unspeakable taste. Think of yourself, when drinking water, the days pass from the cup; When playing, the days are spent in laughter; In a daze, the days passed before my eyes. ...
Sir, we haven't met or known each other, but I seem to have contacted you through your article. Under your beautiful writing style, all your articles have become my favorite. The article "Hurry" made me taste the ups and downs of life, and realized that time flies and never comes back. Thank you, sir, not only for your works, but also for your philosophy of life. How I hope you can really tell me the story behind these articles, and I hope you can respond to my feelings in the above article "Hurry". Maybe it's impossible, but as a reader who grew up in Tsinghua campus, I am very lucky to write you such a letter. Thank you for teaching me through the article, thank you!
I am here to convey
Salute!
Your little reader
Letter to Mr. Zhu Ziqing 2
Dear Mr. Zhu Ziqing,
Hello!
The first spark of your work came from my sister's house.
At that time, my sister was rushing to preview the text, so I sat next to her curiously and read with great interest. At that time, there were many words and sentences that I didn't quite understand. However, I fell in love with this text at first sight, went home, sat on a small table and looked it up in the dictionary. When my mother brought me a cup of tea, she praised me with relief and said, "Baby, you learned to look up the dictionary at such a young age?" This is a smile that I have always been proud of! "At that time, I was complacent!
In the first grade, when the vocabulary began to be rich, what I did as a child was to plan ahead. When others can't look up the dictionary, I have locked the "light" word by word.
In the third grade, I bought another collection of Zhu Ziqing's essays, and I was deeply touched by reading one of them.
"Swallows have gone, and there is a time to come again; Willow withered, there is a time to green again; Peach blossoms are thanks, and there are times when they bloom again. " Yes, everything in the world will rot. Comparing things with people highlights that time flies. Once it passes, it will never come back. We can never stop the cycle of time.
"But, smart, you 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? " This sentence seems to be an inquiry, but in fact it expresses the author's helplessness over the passage of time and his nostalgia and regret for the past days. Leave people with infinite suspense.
In the sixth grade, my mature brain made me start to reflect: What is life? What is the real meaning of life? Different views on life are inevitably exaggerated. Life is not a fairy tale, nor an endless dream. We should learn to cherish life and time. No one can tell us how we felt when we died, let alone anyone.
For us, our greatest hope through this life is time. If we live with hope, we will have motivation and capital. Our desires are hard to fill, our youth is wasted, and our fame and fortune are killing the resources we live on. The resources we can use are limited. If we knew, we wouldn't back down. If we knew, we wouldn't die. If we knew, we wouldn't lose. We will get what we deserve in the end. We will control it.
Time is impartial, it won't give you more seconds, and it won't give you less seconds. The time of life is the same, but the journey of life varies from person to person. You seized the time and only set a milestone on the long road. We should cherish time, cherish life and make a difference.
Because of my great hobbies, my Chinese has always been among the best, and my composition is surprisingly good in my class. My teacher often reads my composition and treats it as a model essay for others to learn. Once, the teacher asked me, "You write so delicately. What books do you usually read?" I recommended Zhu Ziqing's prose collection Moonlight on the Lotus Pond to my teacher. The teacher not only encouraged me to read more famous books, but also promoted this book to the whole class. As soon as the teacher recommended it, Zhu Ziqing's prose collection in Xinhua Bookstore was out of stock, which not only sold out, but also made more people admire you and pay tribute to your writing.
I admire you very much. I've read many of your articles, such as Moonlight on the Lotus Pond, Back, Miscellaneous Poems, Suit the Elegance and Popularity, You and Me, and Classical Literature of Zhu Ziqing. My biggest dream is to be a world-famous scholar, because I love writing as much as you do.
Finally, I wish the late you.
Works are appreciated by more people!
so far
Salute!
Your loyal reader: Zhao Xiaoyi.
Letter to Mr. Zhu Ziqing 3
Dear Mr. Zhu Ziqing,
Hello:
I have read many of your articles, and your articles always give people a soft and subtle feeling. At this time, I can't help but think of the ancients' description, "His writing style is like the morning sun, like a breeze, like a cloud, like a sunset, like a forest falling, like an overflow, like the glory of jade, like the sound of a swan entering the vast space." Therefore, I want to discuss with you my reading ideas.
From your article "Spring", I feel that the flowers in spring are full of vitality, "the grass dives out of the ground and is green", I feel the meaning of "blowing the face without a breeze" and I feel the gentleness of "drizzle". Words are as crystal as pearls and jade, and rhinoceros is as sharp as an axe, which makes people unforgettable.
You danced on the paper with a pen full of wisdom, depicting a magical and beautiful spring, with a delicate wind between the lines. Maybe this is one of the reasons why I like your article! I have also read your article "Back", and your simple words describe the deep affection between father and son for us. On weekdays, I have read many articles about father's love for mother's love, each of which is about my illness. I am afraid there are countless such articles! Such an article has long lacked bright spots, not to mention refreshing! And the article "Back" you wrote is based on the back of your father, and then around the central idea of the article, find out what parents can do for us in their two lives. Although the example is such a trivial matter that your father bought you oranges and sent you to the station, you described every movement in detail and vividly showed me your father's image.
However, I want to ask: Why do you compare spring to a newborn doll and a beautifully dressed little girl in the article "Spring"? Why do you draw oranges with cinnabar in the back? Is it this color, or does it have ulterior motives?
I look forward to your answer, and I also want to learn the secrets and skills of writing articles from you. Goodbye!
I am here to convey
welcome
Letter to Mr. Zhu Ziqing 4
A letter to Mr. Zhu Ziqing A letter to Mr. Zhu Ziqing Yi:?
See words like hoo.
Sir, forgive me for disturbing your quiet sleep for nearly a hundred years with such a letter, but I really can't find a better person to say these words, so I have to have the cheek to bother you, and please don't be angry.
Write a letter to the textbook and any writer in the textbook. When I saw the title of the composition, I suddenly thought of the word "back". I tried to find some other names to choose from, but no matter what I thought, only these two words appeared repeatedly in my mind. Finally, I just listened to my heart and wrote down the topic.
Until this moment, I can clearly recall every word in that paragraph, and between the lines, a figure wearing a cotton robe and carrying a bag of oranges slowly and clearly appeared in front of my eyes. He walked forward, his figure getting smaller and smaller until he blurred into a swaying light and shadow in my eyes.
Father, these are two particularly heavy words, so heavy that even when I write, I can't help breathing a little fast. In those days, when you wrote these two words on the manuscript paper, were you as flustered and at a loss as I am now?
I have been writing articles since I was five years old, and it has been nearly ten years since today. I can write an 800-word standard composition from several inverted sentences in less than half an hour, which should be regarded as a great progress, but even so, when I try to write down the words about him in any way, I can only describe it in almost barren language as at that time. So for so many years, I have written so many articles, but I have hardly written anything about my father.
This is probably a cowardly escape.
This winter is particularly cold. The overlord cold wave sweeping across the country has not spared this southern city, which is "hot and rainy in summer and mild and rainy in winter". The colder and colder air touches the skin through layers of clothes, and the chill is biting. Amid the layers of cloth, I suddenly remembered that winter many years ago. It is also such a cold day. I sat in the study wrapped in a cotton-padded jacket, and my father sat opposite me with a book, telling me those obscure ancient texts word by word. The white fog in the cup next to me blurred into warmth under the orange light ... Later, I memorized a longer and longer ancient text and wrote an article more and more skillfully on a piece of composition paper, but I was no longer able to say even the simplest and straightforward sentence to my father like that young child: Dad, you are really good. Suddenly discovering time is really a terrible thing. It flies so fast that I haven't had time to remember the past. They have been lost for a long time. I even thought I had forgotten them, but it wasn't. I just don't have the courage to remember them.
Sir, I read a book in my spare time the other day. After reading the whole book, I only remember one sentence, which was written on the cover of that book: You have been with me for many years, and flowers have blossomed and fallen all the way.
Sir, I want to say a word to my father, but I seem to have no courage. Then, please tell him for me. Tell him: Dad, I know you love me very much, because I love you too.
Sir, I'm really sorry to disturb your sleep on such a cold night, but I think you can understand a child's respectful but scared mood when facing his father.
I wish you all the best in that world.
A letter from one of your students to Mr. Zhu Ziqing at the end of Bingshen Dear Grandpa Zhu Ziqing:
Hello! "Swallows have gone, and there is a time to come again; Willow withered, there is a time to green again; The peach blossom has withered, but it will bloom again ... "This passage has always impressed me. Everyone said that "Hurry" caused the children in China to reflect. This article laments that youth is fleeting, life is short, time is pressing, cherish life and do something.
Think about1how complicated your mood is in March, 922. Facing the disappointing reality, you must be depressed, nostalgic, depressed, sorry and disappointed. A sentence in your letter to Yu Pingbo, self-control, seriousness and down-to-earth, made me realize what you thought at that time: "I felt the power of temptation, decadent taste and modern chagrin." Sad, but not depressed. It must be hard to feel hesitant and not depressed. It's really a pity that People's Republic of China (PRC) was founded in 1949, and you have left us forever, so you can't witness the prosperity of the founding.
Your idea of cherishing money is undoubtedly the perfect combination of the ancient poem "Young people don't work hard, but old people are sad" and "An inch of time is worth an inch of money, but an inch of money can't buy an inch of time".
In June, 1937, your stomach trouble was very serious, but you signed the name of refusing American relief food without hesitation, which fully showed the great spirit of the people of China!
A letter to Mr. Zhu Ziqing
Hello, Mr Zhu Ziqing:
I have read many of your articles, and your articles always give people a soft and subtle feeling.
At this time, I can't help but think of the ancients' description, "His writing style is like the morning sun, like a breeze, like a cloud, like a sunset, like a forest falling, like an overflow, like the glory of jade, like the sound of a swan entering the vast space." Therefore, I want to discuss with you my reading ideas.
From your article "Spring", I feel the flowers in spring. In the sleepy vitality, "the grass dives out of the ground and is green", I feel the meaning of "blowing the face without a breeze" and I feel the tenderness of "drizzle". Words are as crystal as pearls and jade, and rhinoceros is as sharp as an axe, which makes people unforgettable.
You danced on the paper with a pen full of wisdom, depicting a magical and beautiful spring, with a delicate wind between the lines. Maybe this is one of the reasons why I like your article! I have also read your article "Back", and your simple words describe the deep affection between father and son for us. On weekdays, I have read many articles about father's love for mother's love, each of which is about my illness. I am afraid there are countless such articles! Such an article has long lacked bright spots, not to mention refreshing! And the article "Back" you wrote is based on the back of your father, and then around the central idea of the article, find out what parents can do for us in their two lives. Although the example is a trivial matter that your father bought you oranges and sent you to the station, you described every movement in detail and vividly showed me your father's image.
However, I want to ask: why do you compare spring to a newborn doll and a beautifully dressed little girl in the article "Spring"? Why did the article "Back" draw oranges with cinnabar? Is it orange, this color, or ulterior motives? I look forward to your answer. At the same time, I want to learn from you the secrets and skills of your writing. Goodbye!
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