Crossing the Indian Ocean (Zhou Taixuan) The poem "Crossing the Indian Ocean" was composed by Mr. Zhou Taixuan when he was studying in France through the Indian Ocean, and was published in 1919 in "Young China", signed by Zhou Wu. I have not seen the full text, and this time I sent it to me in remembrance.

<h1 class="pgc-h-arrow-right" > the poem "Crossing the Indian Ocean", which was composed by Mr. Zhou Taixuan when he was studying in France through the Indian Ocean, and published in 1919 in "Young China", signed by Zhou Wu. I have not seen the full text, and this time I sent it to me in remembrance. </h1>

Zhou Taixuan (February 14, 1895 – July 22, 1968), formerly known as Zhou Zhuo, was a biologist, chemist, and founder of the Young Chinese Society, educator, translator, political commentator, social activist, poet, popular science writer, and professor at Sichuan University. In 1909, Zhou Taixuan was admitted to the Sichuan Higher School and set up a middle school. In 1913, he was admitted to the Special Department of Political Economy of Chinese Public School. He graduated from the University of Montpellier in 1924 with a Master's Degree in Education, and then entered the Graduate School of the University of Paris with a Doctor of Science degree. In November 1930, he was invited by Mr. Zhang Lan, the president of Chengdu University, to return to China and serve in chengdu university and Chengdu normal university in the name of the zoology lecture of the China Education and Culture Foundation Committee. In 1932, he was appointed Dean of Science and Head of the Department of Biology at Sichuan University. From 1951 to 1955, he was the chairman of the Sichuan University Council (i.e. the president). In 1953, he was transferred to Beijing and successively served as deputy director and director of the Compilation Bureau of the Chinese Academy of Sciences, and president and editor-in-chief of the Science Press.

The round sky covers the sea,

Black water supported the lonely boat.

I can't see the mountains from afar,

There were only clouds in the sky.

I can't see the tree,

There were only seagulls on the water.

Where is Africa,

Where is Europe,

My beautiful dear hometown

But in the back of my head!

Afraid to turn back, afraid to turn back,

A gust of wind,

Snow waves on the bow of the boat.

Fluttering,

Blow away the clouds and fog for a day