The essay "Hurry" was written by Mr. Zhu Ziqing, an outstanding modern essayist, poet, scholar, and fighter for democracy, on March 28, 1922, at the ebb and flow of the May Fourth Movement. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info reality constantly disappoints the author, but he does not sink because of it.

In this short article of more than 600 words, the author closely follows the word "hurry", and vividly portrays the traces of the passage of time with delicate descriptions, expressing the helplessness and regret for the passage of time. At the same time, this also reflects the author's persistent pursuit and exploration in the mood of the times in confusion and depression.

"Hurry" is the author's emotional work, he watched the spring scene in front of him, and his innermost emotions couldn't help but be stimulated; With the help of rich imagination, the author shows it to the reader's fullest - invisible time, abstract ideas, represented by actual objects; The author's mood is like a wave, showing ups and downs with the words.

The eleven questions written in the text are an index of emotional changes, and the author adopts the method of asking questions without answering, and implicitly implicating the answers between the lines, which can not only arouse the reader's thoughts, but also highlight the subtle beauty of the article.

In terms of content, "Hurry" uses a straightforward and simple self-narrative style, with sharp contrasts and coherent comparisons, and at the same time intersperses some metaphors and anthropomorphic descriptions in the text. This not only condenses a strong power that infects people's hearts, but also adds a sense of uniqueness to the text, causing the pleasure of language, contributing to the rhythmic change in the content, and producing a profound rhythmic beauty.

The first sentence of this article - "The swallow has gone, and there is a time to come again; The willows are withered, and there is a time when they are green again; The peach blossoms are gone, and there is a time to bloom again. The technique of comparison is used, in these few brushstrokes, a faint picture is sketched, and the reader is substituted into it, accepting the infection of the author's emotions. At the same time, the three images of "swallow", "willow" and "peach blossom" present the transformation of nature in the picture, showing the traces of the passage of time, and thus related to the artist's pursuit of his own whereabouts. Then the author asks, "Why are our days gone?" Where have they been? ”。 From the signs of natural metabolism to the author's own invisible days, a series of interrogative sentences form a sense of urgency, expressing the author's lost emotions and confused, confused, and distressed psychological state.

In the second paragraph, the article begins with the following sentence: "I don't know how many days they gave me, but my hands are gradually empty." "Slowing down the fast pace of the first paragraph and turning it into the author's self-psychological statement." Like a drop of water on the tip of a needle in the sea, my days are dripping in the flow of time, without sound or shadow. Comparing "more than 8,000 days" to "a drop of water", he uses exaggerated techniques to compare the author's own life with the time that is likened to the sea; The author perceives time audibly and visually, and vividly highlights the characteristics of his life of more than 20 years, which he feels is "no sound and no shadow". With the quiet "slipping away" of the years, lamenting the ruthlessness of time and the shortness of life, the author can't help but "tears (céncén)" and "tears (shānshān)".

The contrast between "going" and "coming" then leads to the author's account of the passage of the day: "In the morning, the sun shines in two or three oblique directions in the hut. The sun moved gently and quietly. This sentence imitates the sun as a person, and the author begins to "follow the rotation in a daze" with the footsteps of the sun. From eating, washing hands, meditating, these details of people's daily lives, the author keenly "sees" the passage of time. When he tries to keep it, time "crosses", "flies away", "slips away", and finally flashes by, and flexibly uses different verbs to show that the pace of time is getting faster and faster.

In the face of the fleeting time, I began to think again in the fourth paragraph: "What can I do?" "What's left?" "What traces do I have?" "How have I ever left a trace like a gossamer? "Will you go back naked in the blink of an eye? "Why do you want to go through this in vain? There are six questions, reflecting the anxiety in the author's heart -- this is a kind of question that the author asks about life.

And at the end of the article, "You are smart, tell me, why are our days gone?" Echoing the question in the first paragraph, the same question seems sad and indifferent at this time; It is like a remnant leaf, falling into the reader's heart, making people linger for a long time.

Through this essay, I not only felt that time is rare and volatile, but also understood that I worked hard to pursue the true joy of life like the author, so that I could develop new feelings, and the works I wrote were easier to be rational. At the same time, it is also clear to me that only by capturing the present in life and learning can we grasp the future.

The contrast between "going" and "coming" then leads to the author's account of the passage of the day: "In the morning, the sun shines in two or three oblique directions in the hut. The sun moved gently and quietly. This sentence imitates the sun as a person, and the author begins to "follow the rotation in a daze" with the footsteps of the sun. From eating, washing hands, meditating, these details of people's daily lives, the author keenly "sees" the passage of time. When he tries to keep it, time "crosses", "flies away", "slips away", and finally flashes by, and flexibly uses different verbs to show that the pace of time is getting faster and faster.

In the face of the fleeting time, I began to think again in the fourth paragraph: "What can I do?" "What's left?" "What traces do I have?" "How have I ever left a trace like a gossamer? "Will you go back naked in the blink of an eye? "Why do you want to go through this in vain? There are six questions, reflecting the anxiety in the author's heart -- this is a kind of question that the author asks about life.

And at the end of the article, "You are smart, tell me, why are our days gone?" Echoing the question in the first paragraph, the same question seems sad and indifferent at this time; It is like a remnant leaf, falling into the reader's heart, making people linger for a long time.

Through this essay, I not only felt that time is rare and volatile, but also understood that I worked hard to pursue the true joy of life like the author, so that I could develop new feelings, and the works I wrote were easier to be rational. At the same time, it is also clear to me that only by capturing the present in life and learning can we grasp the future.