Appreciation of Ji Xianlin's Prose

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Appreciation of Ji Xianlin's Prose 1. Dreaming of Shui Mu Tsinghua

It has been more than 5 years since she left tsinghua campus, but I often think of her. I will never forget my four years of study and life in Tsinghua. Without the nurturing of Tsinghua's mother, I would probably have accomplished nothing.

In the early 193s, the threshold of Tsinghua and Peking University was extremely high. There are often thousands of students who sign up for the exam, and less than one tenth or even one twentieth of them are admitted. Therefore, the quality of students in Tsinghua is quite high, and they are somewhat proud of being admitted to Tsinghua.

I was one of the lucky few, and I passed both Peking University and Tsinghua. After some hard thinking, I decided to enter Tsinghua. The reason is not complicated. It is said that it is more convenient for Tsinghua to study abroad. I have no regrets in the future. Tsinghua and Peking University have their own advantages. Tsinghua emphasizes planned training and strict training. Peking University emphasizes inclusiveness and free development, each of which is extremely wonderful and cannot be paranoid.

in terms of school spirit, the two schools also have their own characteristics. I want to sum up the school spirit of Tsinghua in eight words: fresh, lively, democratic and progressive. I'll just give you a few small examples. When freshmen enter school, the first hurdle is "dragging corpses", which is the transliteration of the English word toss. It means that freshmen must go to the gym before reporting for duty, and old students and busybodies line up there to "drag their bodies". The solution is that a few bruisers grab the new students' hands and feet, lift them up, shake them in the air several times, and then throw them on the mat. This is the completion of the procedure, which is quite similar to the killing stick mentioned in Water Margin. There is a big slogan on the wall: "Rebels enter the water!" The door of the swimming pool is really open. I was not dragged because I was escorted by Xu Zhende, the basketball captain of a fellow college. Looking back so far, I feel quite sorry: this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity was lightly let go, and I can't make up lessons in the future.

does this "imported product" imported from America mean that the old students "mistreat" the new students? I don't think so. I don't think there is any hostility in it. It's just a joke on new partners. In fact, it's full of friendship. Some people may not like this American way of expressing friendship, and think it is foreign. My opinion is just the opposite. When I said that the school spirit in Tsinghua is fresh and lively, I meant this kind of "dragging corpses" and other actions.

why do I say that the school spirit in Tsinghua is democratic? Let me give you a small example. At that time, there was an insurmountable gap between professors and students. The professor's monthly salary is as high as three or four hundred yuan, and he can buy more than two hundred bags of flour and thirty or forty thousand eggs. Their social status is extremely high, and they tend to be supercilious and regard themselves as superior. It is difficult for students to get close to them. But this does not prevent students from playing jokes on professors, almost all of which are in Tsinghua Weekly. This is a journal edited by students. The articles are lively and illustrated. Comrade Sun Haoran, a famous dramatist now, often publishes cartoons in Weekly under the pseudonym "Cuba". One day, Mr. Yu Pingbo was suddenly in high spirits, shaved his head clean, swaggered onto the platform, and the whole hall was startled. A few days later, an article was published in Weekly, satirizing that Mr. Yu wanted to become a monk.

The second thing is directed at Mr. Mi, a monk in Wu Yu. He is teaching us the course "Comparison between Chinese and Western Poetry". In class, he printed and distributed his new work, twelve poems "Empty Xuan", to the students. Of course, these twelve poems mean something. What do they mean? We can't say clearly. Anyway, he was in love in many ways at that time, and these poems may be related to this. It is well known that he loves Mao Yanwen. His poem "Wu Mi suffered (Mao Yanwen), and people from three continents were shocked to hear", which is a self-talk. Soon after the poem "Empty Xuan" was published, a modern translation of the seven laws was published in the school magazine. I only remember the first half:

When I saw that Yabei looked like a flower,

I climbed up along the straw.

attack alone and suddenly lose,

tracking and stalking are also brushed.

Ji Xianlin's three classic essays and Ji Xianlin's three classic essays. The last sentence is: "My heart bleeds and I call my mother." The characters in the poem are vividly portrayed, and anyone familiar with Tsinghua's Canon knows who they are.

Students play such jokes on Mr. Yu and Mr. Wu. Students find it amusing, and the dignified and upright professors don't think so. I find this atmosphere very harmonious and interesting. Can you say this is undemocratic? I can still recall some such trifles, so I won't go into details now.

Students in Tsinghua are generally very hardworking, but at the same time they are diligent in taking exercise. After four o'clock every afternoon, the library is almost empty, while the gymnasium is crowded with people, and the famous "bullfighting" is being carried out enthusiastically. The playground is also crowded with people running, kicking and playing ball. After dinner, the library is brightly lit again, and everyone is studying hard at his desk.

according to the above-mentioned situations, I can sum up the school spirit of Tsinghua into eight words: fresh, lively, democratic and progressive.

I have lived and studied in this environment for four years, and its influence is of course significant. As for the scenery of tsinghua campus, it is well-known, and the four seasons are different: spring is full of flowers, summer is full of rattan shadows, autumn is full of maple leaves, and winter is full of white snow. Others, such as the purple gas in the western hills and the moonlight in the lotus pond, are also unforgettable.

It's the eightieth anniversary of my alma mater. I can say that I live with my school. I celebrate my birthday for my alma mater and for myself. My attachment to Tsinghua's mother is old and strong. I wish her a long life, over a thousand years old. I wish myself a long life, over 1 years old. I hope I can participate in the celebration on the centenary birthday of Tsinghua's mother.

July 22, 1988

Appreciation of Ji Xianlin's Prose 2. Magic Loofah

This spring, children cut grass and dug in the open space in front of the house, and opened up a small garden with a square foot. A fence was built around with bamboo poles, a magnolia tree was moved, several Chinese rose flowers were planted, and several lentils and two loofahs were randomly planted under the bamboo fence. The soil is not fertile, although it is covered with a layer of river mud, it is estimated that it will not play a big role, and everyone is just having fun.

After a while, the loofah actually grew out, and it grew stronger and stronger. This certainly increased our interest. But we don't expect too much. I am tired from work every morning. I often go for a walk on the small dirt mountain next to my house, stand for one stop, look at the traffic on the road outside the wall and the colorful flags flying in the Asian Games, and enjoy it, just taking a look at the loofah by the way.

loofah is an ordinary plant, and I didn't expect anything magical. But suddenly one day, I found that the towel gourd seedlings climbed out of the fence and climbed up the building wall. After that, watching loofah every day is better than climbing upstairs the day before; Finally, I climbed from the first floor to the second floor and from the second floor to the third floor. It is no exaggeration to say that it grows half a foot every day. The seedling of loofah is just as thick as a string. If you don't pay attention, you can't even find its roots. Such a thin seedling can transport so much water and nutrients to the front overnight, making the leaves on it grow fat and green and climb on the gray-white wall, which adds boundless vitality and vitality to the earth wall.

this certainly surprised me, and my interest was greatly improved. Watching loofah every morning has become my main task, but climbing hills has become a secondary task. I often stare at the thin seedlings and thick green leaves, lost in thought, thinking far, far away?

A few days later, the loofah bloomed with yellow flowers. In a few days, some yellow flowers will become small green melons. The longer the melon grows, the longer it grows, and of course the weight increases. The first small melon actually dropped the melon seedling a little, hanging upright in the air and swaying with the wind. I'm really worried about it. I'm afraid it won't bear this weight and will fall from the upstairs to the ground.

however, it soon proved that my worry was unnecessary. The melon that first grew out no longer grew up, as if it had been ordered to stop growing. Above, on the window sill of a 12-year-old woman on the third floor, two melons grew. These two melons came from behind and grew like crazy, and soon they became as thick as children's arms. I'm afraid these two melons add up to five or six catties. How can a thin seedling bear it? I'm worried again. A few days later, the facts proved that I was worrying too much. I don't know when the two melons suddenly bent up and put their bodies on the window sill of the old lady. From below, they looked like two thick curved green horns.

I don't know from which day on, I suddenly found that under two big melons, between the second and third floors, and at the top of a thin seedling, another melon grew and hung vertically there. I'm worried again: this melon can't reach the windowsill above, and the bottom is empty; One day, the longer it grows, the bigger it will be, and the two big melons on it will fall to the ground together, and the leaves will return to their roots and gather together with its roots.

however, this morning, I saw a miracle. As usual, I used to look up at the melon: the smallest one below had already stopped growing and hung in the air alone, as if it had no weight at all; The two big ones on the old lady's windowsill above seem to have grown bigger, bearing down on the windowsill mightily; The one in the middle is gone. I looked at the ground and didn't see the fallen melon. When I stepped back a few steps and looked up again, I saw the melon that I thought was missing, lying flat on a platform that was built against the building wall during the earthquake reinforcement. This really surprised me. How did such a melon that was hanging vertically in the air suddenly lie flat there? This protruding table can't go up from above or below, and no one will ever put the loofah down.

I'm puzzled, wandering under the loofah, like bodhi old zu dharma, with my face in meditation. I seem to feel that this loofah has an idea, it can consider problems, and it also has actions, it can stop the growth of melons that can't bear the weight; It can find a place to bear the weight for the big melons in favorable terrain, give such melons special treatment and make them grow crazily; It can make the hanging melon lie flat. If this is not the case, it can't explain the phenomenon I mentioned above anyway. However, if this is the case, it is really unbelievable. What does loofah use to think? What does loofah rely on to guide its actions? Up and down for thousands of years, in Wan Li, no one has ever said that loofah has thoughts. I think left and right; The more you think about it, the more confused you get. I can't talk to loofah, which is a silent miracle. Melon seedlings seem to be a mysterious rope, and the green leaves are still thick and green. I stood under the towel gourd and fell into a dream. Loofah, on the other hand, seems to know fairly well, and is silent and calm, as if facing Qiuyang with a smile.

saw it on October 9, 199

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