Original title: In memory of Mr. Zhu Ziqing
In October, I passed through Nanjing, lived less, and was invited to Yangzhou. This ancient cultural city with a history of more than 2,400 years, I visited it for the first time, and I left an unforgettable impression.
I can't describe her prosperity in the Tang Dynasty, but as long as I silently recite Xu Ning's poem: "The world is divided into three bright moonlit nights, and two points are Yangzhou", I can imagine it. I will not describe the importance of her strategic position, because everyone who has read "Yangzhou Ten Diaries", "Peach Blossom Fan" and "Blue Blood Yangzhou" knows it in their chests.
I love Yangzhou, not only because it used to be an ancient cultural city, but now it is a water and land transportation hub in northern Jiangsu, but also because Yangzhou has cultivated Mr. Zhu Ziqing, a famous writer, scholar and democratic fighter. Mr. Zhu was born on November 22, 1898 in Donghai County, Jiangsu Province, and because his grandfather and father had settled in Yangzhou, Mr. Zhu claimed that "I am from Yangzhou".
"Treasures of nature, outstanding people". It seems to be true at all.
This time I went to Yangzhou to inquire about the situation of Mr.'s hometown and things related to Mr., but I got nothing, and I didn't feel good. I decided to write this short article to commemorate his birthday.
Mr. Zhu was a graduate of Yangzhou High School, graduated from the Department of Philosophy of Peking University in 1920 and was appointed professor of Tsinghua University in 1925 at the age of 28. He unfortunately passed away in middle age, only living to be 51 years old, and he spent half of his life teaching at Tsinghua University.
I regret that I did not have the opportunity to enter Tsinghua University and did not listen to the teachings of my husband, but my husband's serious attitude towards himself, the country, and the people's sense of responsibility deeply inspired me and helped me through the long and most difficult prison years.
When I was persecuted by Lin Biao and the "Gang of Four" and imprisoned, I began six years (April 1966-April 1972) because I was "seriously involved in the case and had a bad attitude" and was not worthy of political treatment. "In a small world of six square meters, sitting alone facing the wall during the day and being tried all night at night, life is very difficult.
I don't know about "current affairs" and often violate the "prison rules": I like to reason with the sentries and quarrel with the prisoners. The most taboo thing in prison is to have a sound, so my cell, although the iron window is set up, is always closed, and only on the dog days when I know the most energetic screaming, I am ventilated.
Outside the prison window, there is a pomegranate tree with delicate red flowers. The early-blooming flowers, the petals have already fallen, but they are pregnant with fruits the size of green plums, and they come into view through the iron grate.
I couldn't sit still, thinking of my hometown Jiangnan, where cicadas and frogs chirped everywhere, the bean shed melon stand in the early morning, and the moonlight on the lotus pond at night...... I couldn't help but sink into tears.
I was not allowed to make a sound, but my feelings were strongly demanded to be vented, so I had to recite in a low voice the books I had memorized more than 30 years ago. Mr. Zhu's fresh and euphemistic, delicate and truthful, poetry-like prose with a unique style I recited one after another.
The members of the task force said, "Yo! This condemned man memorized the books he read when he was young...... From this it was concluded that "this death offender had an amazing memory."
It was precisely because they believed that they "had an amazing memory", but they "refused to explain the problem" and that I suffered a lot.
It's not a place to reason, it's not a time to reason, I just have to bite the bullet, grit my teeth, endure it, endure it. In front of the large slogan "Confess leniently" on the left and "Resist strictly" on the right, he was silent.
Mr. Zhu Ziqing's tall image of preferring to starve to death and not being humiliated inspired me. There are no tears, and there is no crying. In front of my eyes are the memories of the past.
My husband loves and helps young people, and I am one of the thousands of beneficiaries of him.
In the spring of 1936, I was in high school in Songjiang, and I was about to graduate the next year. Since 1935, the Jiangsu Provincial Department of Education of the Kuomintang has stipulated that all students in Jiangsu Provincial High Schools must pass a unified entrance examination. You will be able to take all the homework for three years of high school. If you fail one course, you will only need a certificate of completion. The school's principal issued an alarm: there will be only one chance to apply for the "national" university next year.
What to do? I hate math the most, peeking at novels during class and never doing exercises after class. I took the make-up exam and paid off the old debt and the new debt. At that time, I wanted to be admitted to Tsinghua University after graduating from high school, but mathematics held me back. When I thought of the "entrance examination", I was terrified. After reading Mr. Zhu's newly published collection of essays, "You and Me", I finally came up with a solution: write to Mr. Zhu Ziqing for advice.
I wrote a long letter with a calligraphy, writing down the math term to be re-examined, the family's financial difficulties, the family being copied, my father's death in the world, and how to love Tsinghua University. A week later, I received a long letter signed by Mr. "Peixian". There is not only a letter, but also a copy of "Tsinghua Weekly". This was the 1935 orientation number. From this, I got to know Wang Yao, the editor-in-chief of Tsinghua Weekly at that time.
My husband's earnest teaching has changed my old temper of hating mathematics for many years. I followed the rules: I listened honestly in class, and worked the exercises after class. The mathematics score in the HKCEE was the first to be 80 in secondary school.
In the summer of '37, the Ministry of Education of the Kuomintang government held a joint examination for the five universities of CUHK, Peking University, Tsinghua University, Zhejiang University, and Wuhan University.
Once again, I wrote a long letter to my husband and complained. The gentleman's reply said, "I believe you can be admitted to Tsinghua ......." With great confidence, I rushed to apply for Tsinghua University, and something unexpected happened, and a striking notice was posted at the registration office: "...... Due to the current situation, all candidates who apply for Peking University and Tsinghua University will take the examination ...... in Kunming. "I'm poor, how can I buy a plane ticket to take the exam in Kunming?
In order not to drop out of school, and in order not to suffer the pain of being unemployed after graduation, I changed my mind and went to Chuo University.
On August 1, I was admitted to the Department of Chinese Literature in the Faculty of Arts. A week later, I received a congratulatory letter from my husband from Beiping, with only a few numbers, and told me to "study hard...... "A closer look at the postmark (August 4, 1937) is the day before the occupation of Tsinghua Garden by the Japanese army.
This kind of concern for the younger generations is really unforgettable.
He died in Peking on 12 August 1948. The body was cremated in the lower courtyard of Guangji Temple, and the ashes were buried in Wan'an Cemetery in the western suburbs of Beiping. Here is the joint burial tomb of Comrade Li Dazhao, one of the founders of our party, and his wife.
Thirty years have passed, and 1978 is the 30th anniversary of his death. I have been in prison for more than 12 years. Boredom and thoughts. Fill in "Water Tune Song Head" Mr. Mo Sai. The words say:
The moon outside the threshold is like water, and the Chu prisoners are crying and singing. The teacher is innocent, what is the sludge? Remember to look at the high city from afar, the vast thousands of divergent roads, where to find the flat slope? Dancing in the night hate, colored pen and dang.
The smoke is broken, the war of resistance is celebrated, and the demons are stabbed. Death does not take bribes, quinoa soup herbal medicine cures scabies. Leave the name for a long time, who is more beautiful than the public, and the article is in a dilemma. Still lotus pond moon, lights and shadows of the Qinhuai River.
In his later years, he was sick and held the spirit of "the old man is in the woods, and he is determined to live a thousand miles", tirelessly learning new theories and new ideas, and he wrote the most diligently and harvested the most in his later years. He changed the verse "The sunset is infinitely good, but it is just near dusk" to: "But the sunset is infinitely good, why be melancholy near dusk!" "
I have lost thirteen years in prison, and although I am now gray, blind, and shaken in my teeth, I should still hurry up, study diligently, and motivate myself with my husband's poems.
Nanjing, 10 November 1979
[Yan Weibing, born in 1918 in Wuxi, Jiangsu Province. Born into a prestigious family. His father, Yan Pu, was the party's early leader in Wuxi. Yan Weibing has lived a hard life with her mother since she was a child. In 1937, he was admitted to the Chinese Department of Central University with the first place, and within a year, he resolutely left the school and went to Yan'an. He joined the Communist Party in 1938. In 1939, she inspected women's work behind enemy lines and served as a special correspondent for "Chinese Women". In 1940, he returned to Yan'an, where he studied and worked in the Central Party School and the Academia Sinica. In 1950, he worked as a secondary school instructor at the Beijing Education Bureau for three years, and then entered the Chinese People's University as a graduate student and as a lecturer in Marxism-Leninism at Peking University. In 1960, he was transferred to the Propaganda Department of the Central Committee of the Communist Party of China. He was persecuted by the counterrevolutionary clique of Lin Biao and Jiang Qing and imprisoned for 13 years, and was formally rehabilitated in the autumn of 1979. He retired after serving as a member of the Literature and History Research Office of the National Committee of the Chinese People's Political Consultative Conference. He died on 15 March 1986. 】