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今天是父亲节
我给父亲打了电话 很快乐的聊了一会 但想到自己大了父亲老了 自己也很伤感
祝天下所有的父亲节日快乐
你们都辛苦了
记得中学学习了朱自清的散文背影，当是语文老师说这篇散文很经典一个人不同年龄段读都有新感受。
献上背影原文并附上名家朗诵
仅以此种方式表达一下对父亲的思念和爱--
情焱
原文：
背影
朱自清
我与父亲不相见已二年余了，我最不能忘记的是他的背影。那年冬天，祖母死了，父亲的差使也交卸了，正是祸不单行的日子，我从北京到徐州，打算跟着父亲奔丧回家。到徐州见着父亲，看见满院狼藉的东西，又想起祖母，不禁簌簌地流下眼泪。父亲说，“事已如此，不必难过，好在天无绝人之路！”
回家变卖典质，父亲还了亏空；又借钱办了丧事。这些日子，家中光景很是惨淡，一半为了丧事，一半为了父亲赋闲。丧事完毕，父亲要到南京谋事，我也要回北京念书，我们便同行。
到南京时，有朋友约去游逛，勾留了一日；第二日上午便须渡江到浦口，下午上车北去。父亲因为事忙，本已说定不送我，叫旅馆里一个熟识的茶房陪我同去。他再三嘱咐茶房，甚是仔细。但他终于不放心，怕茶房不妥帖；颇踌躇了一会。其实我那年已二十岁，北京已来往过两三次，是没有甚么要紧的了。他踌躇了一会，终于决定还是自己送我去。我两三回劝他不必去；他只说，“不要紧，他们去不好！”
我们过了江，进了车站。我买票，他忙着照看行李。行李太多了，得向脚夫行些小费，才可过去。他便又忙着和他们讲价钱。我那时真是聪明过分，总觉他说话不大漂亮，非自己插嘴不可。但他终于讲定了价钱；就送我上车。他给我拣定了靠车门的一张椅子；我将他给我做的紫毛大衣铺好坐位。他嘱我路上小心，夜里警醒些，不要受凉。又嘱托茶房好好照应我。我心里暗笑他的迂；他们只认得钱，托他们直是白托！而且我这样大年纪的人，难道还不能料理自己么？唉，我现在想想，那时真是太聪明了！
我说道，“爸爸，你走吧。”他望车外看了看，说，“我买几个橘子去。你就在此地，不要走动。”我看那边月台的栅栏外有几个卖东西的等着顾客。走到那边月台，须穿过铁道，须跳下去又爬上去。父亲是一个胖子，走过去自然要费事些。我本来要去的，他不肯，只好让他去。我看见他戴着黑布小帽，穿着黑布大马褂，深青布棉袍，蹒跚地走到铁道边，慢慢探身下去，尚不大难。可是他穿过铁道，要爬上那边月台，就不容易。他用两手攀着上面，两脚再向上缩；他肥胖的身子向左微倾，显出努力的样子。这时我看见他的背影，我的泪很快地流下来了。我赶紧拭干了泪，怕他看见，也怕别人看见。我再向外看时，他已抱了朱红的橘子望回走了。过铁道时，他先将橘子散放在地上，自己慢慢爬下，再抱起橘子走。到这边时，我赶紧去搀他。他和我走到车上，将橘子一股脑儿放在我的皮大衣上。于是扑扑衣上的泥土，心里很轻松似的，过一会说，“我走了；到那边来信！”我望着他走出去。他走了几步，回过头看见我，说，“进去吧，里边没人。”等他的背影混入来来往往的人里，再找不着了，我便进来坐下，我的眼泪又来了。
近几年来，父亲和我都是东奔西走，家中光景是一日不如一日。他少年出外谋生，独力支持，做了许多大事。那知老境却如此颓唐！他触目伤怀，自然情不能自已。情郁于中，自然要发之于外；家庭琐屑便往往触他之怒。他待我渐渐不同往日。但最近两年的不见，他终于忘却我的不好，只是惦记着我，惦记着我的儿子。我北来后，他写了一信给我，信中说道，“我身体平安，惟膀子疼痛利害，举箸提笔，诸多不便，大约大去之期不远矣。”我读到此处，在晶莹的泪光中，又看见那肥胖的，青布棉袍，黑布马褂的背影。唉！我不知何时再能与他相见！
１９２５年１０月在北京。
（原载１９２５年１１月２２日《文学周报》第２００期）
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背影 The sight of father's back Zhu Ziqing
背影 - 朱自清:Zhu Ziqing's 'Seeing Father From the Back' （上面2个都是背影的题目翻译）
Zhu Ziqing (1898-1948), writes about the appreciation of a father. He is a native of Shaoxing, Zhejiang Province.
It is more than two years since I saw my father last time, and what I can never forget is the sight of his back. In the winter of more than two years ago, Grandma died and father lost his job. Misfortunes never come singly. I left Beijing for xvzhou to join father in hastening home to attend grandma's funeral. When I met father in Xvzhou, the sight of the disorderly mess in his courtyard and the thought of grandma started tears trickling down my cheeks. Father said, “that things have come to such a pass, now not be too sad .Fortunately, Heaven always leaves one a way out."
After arriving home in Yang Zhou, father sold out all the fortunate in order to pay off the debts. He also borrowed money to meet the funeral expenses. Between grandma's funeral and father's unemployment, our family was then in reduced circumstances. After the funeral was over, father was to go to Nanjing to look for a job and I was to return to Beijing to study, so we started out together.
I spent the first day in Nanjing strolling about with some friends at their invitation, and was ferrying across the Yangtze River to Pukou the same day. Father said he was too busy to go and see me off at the railway station, but would ask a hotel waiter that he knew to accompany me there instead. He urged the waiter again and again to take good care of me, but still did not quite trust him. He hesitated for quite a while about what to do. As a matter of fact, nothing would matter at all because I was then times. After some wavering, he finally decided that he himself would accompany me to the station. I repeatedly tried to talk him out of it, but he only said,” never mind! It won't be comfortable for them to go there!"
We entered the railway station after crossing the River. While I was at the booking office buying a ticket, father saw to my luggage. There was quite a bit of luggage and he had to bargain with the porter over the fee. I was then such a smart-aleck that I frowned upon the way father was haggling and on the verge of chipping in a few words when the bargain was finally clinched. Getting on the train with me, he picked me a seat close to the carriage door. I put on the brownish fur-lined overcoat he had tailor-made for me. He told me to be watchful on the way and be careful not to catch cold at night. He also asked the train attendants to take good care of me. I sniggered at father for being so impractical; for it was utterly useless to entrust me to those attendants, who cared for nothing but money. Besides, it was certainly no problem for a person of my age to look after himself. Oh, when I come to think of it, I can see how smarty I was in those days!
I said,"dad, you might leave now.” But he looked out of the window and said,” I’m going to buy you some tangerines. You just stay here. Don't move around.” I caught sight of several vendors waiting for customers outside the railings beyond a platform. But to reach that platform would require crossing the railway track and doing some climbing up and down. That would be a strenuous job for father, who was fat. I wanted to do all that myself, but he stopped me, so I could do nothing but let him go. I watched him hobble towards the railway track in his black skullcap, black cloth mandarin jacket and dark blue cotton-padded cloth ling gown. He had little trouble climbing down the railway track, but it was a lot more difficult for him to climb up that platform after crossing the railway track. His hands held onto the upper part of the platform, his legs huddled up and his corpulent body tipped slightly towards the left, obviously making an enormous exertion. While I was watching him from behind, tears gushed from my eyes. I quickly wiped them away lest he or others should catch me crying. The next moment when I looked out of the window again, father was already on the way back, holding bright red tangerines in both hands. In crossing the railway track, he first put the tangerines on the ground, climbed down slowly and then picked them up again. When he came near the train, I hurried out to help him by the hand. After boarding the train with me, he laid all the tangerines on my overcoat, and patting the dirt off his clothes, he looked somewhat relieved and said after a while,” I must be going now. Don’t forget to write me from Beijing!” I gazed after his back retreating out of the carriage. After a few steps, he looked back at me and said, "Go back to your seat. Don’t leave your things alone." I, however, did not go back to my seat until his figure was lost among crowds of people hurrying to and fro and no longer visible. My eyes were again wet with tears.
In recent years, I have been living an unsettled life, so did my father, and the circumstances of our family going from bad to worse. Father left home to make a life when young and did achieve quite a few things all on his own. To think that he should now be so downcast in old age ~the discouraging state of affairs filled him with an uncontrollable feeling of deep sorrow, and his pent-up emotion had to find a vent. That is why even more domestic trivialities would often make him angry, and meanwhile he became less and less nice with me. However, the separation of the last two years has made him more forgiving towards me. He keeps thinking about me and my son. After I arrived in Beijing, he wrote me a letter, in which he says, “I’m all right except for a severe pain in my arm. I even have trouble using chopsticks or writing brushes. Perhaps it won't be long now before I depart this life." Through the glistening tears which these words had brought to my eyes I again saw the back of father's corpulent form in the dark blue cotton-padded cloth long gown and the black cloth mandarin jacket. Oh, I'm not sure when I could see him again!
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情焱 发表于 2008-6-15 13:46
朱自清(1898．11．22—1948．8．12)原名自华，号秋实，后改名自清，字佩弦，现代著名作家。原籍浙江绍兴，生于江苏东海，后随祖父、父亲定居扬州。幼年在私塾读书，受中国传统文化的熏陶。1912年入高等小学，1916年中学毕业后考入北京大学预科。1919年2月写的《睡罢，小小的人》是他的新诗处女作。他是五四爱国运动的参加者，受五四浪潮的影响走上文学道路。毛泽东曾赞扬过朱自清的骨气，说他“一身重病，宁可饿死，不领美国‘救济粮’”。
1920年北京大学哲学系毕业后，在江苏、浙江一带教中学，积极参加新文学运动。1922年和俞平伯等人创办《诗》月刊，是新诗诞生时期最早的诗刊。他是早期文学研究会会员。1923年发表的长诗《毁灭》，这时还写过《浆声灯影里的秦淮河》等优美散文。
1925年8月到清华大学任教，开始研究中国古典文学；创作则以散文为主。1927年写的《背影》、《荷塘月色》都是烩炙人口的名篇。1931年留学英国，漫游欧洲，回国后写成《欧游杂记》。1932年9月任清华大学中文系主任。1937年抗日战争爆发，随校南迁至昆明，任西南联大教授，讲授《宋诗》、《文辞研究》等课程。这一时期曾写过散文《语义影》。1946年由昆明返回北京，任清华大学中文系主任。
朱自清有著作27种，共约190万言，包括诗歌、散文、文艺批评、学术研究等。大多收入1953年开明书店出版的4卷《朱自清文集》。1988年，江苏教育出版社对朱自清著作又一次全面的搜集、整理、出版了6册《朱自清全集》。朱自清虽在“五四”运动后开始新诗创作，但是，1923年发表的《桨声灯影里的秦淮河》，却显示出他的散文创作方面的才能。从此以后他致力于散文创作，取得了引人注目的成就。1928年出版的散文集《背影》，使朱自清成为当时负有盛名的散文作家。
朱自清的散文主要是叙事性和抒情性的小品文。其作品的题材可分为三个系列：一是以写社会生活抨击黑暗现实为主要内容的一组散文，代表作品有《生命价格——七毛钱》《白种人——上帝的骄子》和《执政府大屠杀记》。二是以《背影》《儿女》《悼亡妇》为代表的一组散文，主要描写个人和家庭生活，表现父子、夫妻、朋友间的人伦之情，具有浓厚的人情味。第三，以写自然景物为主的一组借景抒情的小品，《绿》《春》《桨声灯影里的秦淮河》《荷塘月色》等，是其代表佳作。后两类散文，是朱自清写得最出色的，其中《背影》《荷塘月色》更是脍炙人口的名篇。其散文素朴缜密、清隽沉郁，以语言洗炼，文笔清丽著称，极富有真情实感。
因三代人定居扬州，自己又毕业于当时设在扬州的江苏第八中学高中，且在扬州做过教师，故自称“扬州人”。他是现代著名的作家和学者。朱自清祖父朱则余，号菊坡，本姓余，因承继朱氏，遂改姓。为人谨慎，清光绪年间在江苏东海县任承审官10多年。父亲名鸿钧，字小坡，娶妻周氏，是个读书人。光绪二十七年(1901)朱鸿钧由东海赴扬州府属邵伯镇上任。两年后，全家迁移扬州城，从此定居扬州。
朱自清在扬州生活了13年，在这里度过了他的童年时期和少年时期。对古城这段生活，他的感受是微妙、复杂的。大概是生活过于单调，所以他后来曾说，儿时的记忆只剩下“薄薄的影”，“像被大水洗了一般，寂寞到可惊程度！”但是，在漫长曲折的人生旅途上，儿时毕竟是首发的“驿站”。
我国著名散文家朱自清教授，晚年身患严重的胃病，他每月的薪水仅够买3袋面粉，全家12口人吃都不够，更无钱治病。当时，国民党勾结美国，发动内战，美国又执行扶助日本的政策。一天，吴晗请朱自清在“抗议美国扶日政策并拒绝领美援面粉”的宣言书上签字，他毅然签了名并说：“宁可贫病而死，也不接受这种侮辱性的施舍。”这年（1948年）8月12日，朱自清贫困交加，在北京逝世。临终前，他嘱咐夫人：“我是在拒绝美援面粉的文件上签过名的，我们家以后不买国民党配给的美国面粉。”朱自清一身重病，宁可饿死也不领美国的“救济粮”，表现了中国人的骨气。北京解放前夕，患胃病辞世。
著作书目：
《雪朝》(诗集)1922，商务
《踪迹》(诗与散文)1924，亚东图书馆
《背影》(散文集)1928，开明
《欧游杂记》(散文集)1934，开明
《你我》(散文集)1936，商务
《伦敦杂记》(散文集)1943，开明
《国文教学》(论文集)1945，开明
《经典常谈》(论文集)1946，文光
《诗言志辨》(诗论) 1947，开明
《新诗杂话》(诗论)1947，作家书屋
《标准与尺度》(杂文集)1948，文光
《语文拾零》(论文集)1948，名山书屋
《论雅俗共赏》(杂文集)1948，观察社
《朱自清文集》(1—4卷)1953，开明
《朱自清古典文学论文集》(上下册)1981，古籍
《朱自清序跋书评集》(论文集)1983，三联
《朱自清散文选集》1986，百花
《朱自清全集》(1-3卷)1988，江苏教育(未出齐) ----
朱自清散文集：
1、 《匆匆》
2、 《歌声》
3、 《浆声灯影里的秦淮河》
4、 《温州的踪迹》
5、 《背影》
6、 《航船的文明》
7、 《荷塘月色》
8、 《女人》
9、 《<梅花>后记》
10、 《白种人——上帝的骄子》
11、 《怀魏握青君》
12、 《阿河》
13、 《儿女》
14、 《哀韦杰三君》
15、 《旅行杂记》
16、 《飘零》
17、 《说梦》
18、 《白采》
19、 《海行杂记》
20、 《一封信》
21、 《序》
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