Toyama: My creative life

Get up half an hour early every day and do only one thing in your life. This is a true portrayal of my daily life. Get up early and greedy, night and day, decades have come.

Get up before 5 a.m., wash up, and leave by 6 a.m. Take metro line 9 first, then change to line 6, and go to the unit for breakfast before 7 o'clock. The unit went to work at 8 o'clock, and I was already sitting in the office before 7:30.

I often see male and female colleagues, all at 8 o'clock, only to take a box of milk in one hand, an egg in the other hand, and a fritter in their mouth, stepping on two feet like fire, panicking and running to the office. The leader occasionally bumped into it, although they did not drink it, most of them also felt embarrassed, milk and eggs could no longer be eaten into the stomach, and the fritters that were eaten into the stomach were not a taste, and they were always blocked in the stomach.

I felt the benefit of "waking up half an hour early". No matter what you do, this day is like idly strolling, watching the clouds in the sky, and also has a blue mood.

Zeng Guofan, who was rarely admired by both Chairman Mao and Chiang Kai-shek, was particularly opposed to "sleeping in the back." Zeng Guofan has an "eight-for-eight-based", one of which is: the family is based on not Yanqi, and denounces: Yanqi is the fierce virtue of the loser. The family cannot "sleep late", and the army must get up early. Li Hongzhang is Zeng Guofan's beloved foot, and "sleeping late" cannot be spared.

Mr. Lu Xun is also a person who loves to get up early, and when he was in elementary school, he used a knife to deeply engrave a "morning" word on his desk.

So what about "getting up half an hour early"? This is related to "doing only one thing in a lifetime". This "one thing" is "writing", or "literary creation". Write a small poem, write down a few thoughts, and sketch an idea. nothing more.

In fact, half an hour can't do anything big, but it's very important and useful to me. Although it is only a hasty draft, a hazy idea, but when there is free time on weekends and holidays, you can carefully consider and perfect it. Raise the little furry children and decorate the rough room inside and out. A poem, an article, meets people.

Now, I have said goodbye to the office, no longer have to leave early and return late, and then commute to and from work on time. "I am the master of my youth" and have become "individual laborers", and I still adhere to the old habit of "getting up early". Time is its own, the pen is its own, poetry and poetry, long and short, the world is north and south, the letter is reined, what you want to write, where you want to write, you can write wherever you want. Ask the vast earth who is the Lord of the ups and downs? All kinds of frost days compete for freedom.

Imagine the distant mountains of that year. I was a good mathematician since I was a child, always participating in "math competitions" organized by schools, communes and counties, and occasionally returning with an award. But I became a "Chinese class representative" very early, from elementary school to junior high school to high school, so I was admitted to the Chinese department in college.

In fact, in the 1979 college entrance examination, 5 homework, I did the worst in the Chinese language test, only 50 points. The reason is that I didn't let me write that year. What is the essay exam? Let the candidates rewrite the essay "The Second Examination" by the writer He Wei into "Chen Yiling's Story". Looking at the strange test questions, I inexplicably scored "50 points". More than 40 years later, I am still as inexplicable as I was then.

Is there such an essay question? Is this an essay exam?

Fortunately, the Chinese Department of Beijing Normal University was very generous and tolerant, and I was admitted to the candidate who only scored "50 points" in this language. This is probably fate. The alma mater that I loved so much may also think that the composition questions of that year were too "out of tune". The test "50 points", the upper Chinese department is just right. In this way, the teacher who has confused the composition question can also reflect on it. Mr. He Wei is also happy: can the masterpieces of great writers be changed by anyone?

I didn't change the "famous masterpieces", did not write "Chen Yiling's story", did not delay my Chinese department, and did not stop me from loving literature. At that time, the "Cultural Revolution" had just ended, and it had been imprisoned for ten years, and 9.6 million square kilometers of mountains and rivers, more than a billion men, women, and children in Shenzhou, as well as a hundred strange literature and art, all burst into the newly brushed snow-white starting line: I am the crimson dawn, I am spraying thin, the motherland, my dear motherland. Vientiane is renewed and full of life. A scene of prosperity.

In addition to classes, I ran to the library. When I was in middle school in my hometown, I didn't see the library. Moreover, the library of my university is more beautiful than the department store building in Wangfujing. Just like Grandma Liu entered the Grand View Garden, I was dazzled. Ancient and modern, Chinese and foreign, so many literary masterpieces, which one is counted, for me are all delicious dishes, all are court jade liquid, all are French feasts.

The ones who impressed me the most were, of course, Tolstoy and Shakespeare. Although the Russian master of the novel despised the British master of drama, who was 264 years older than him. But it didn't affect me in the slightest, I was obsessed with the same love for both of them. Novels such as Toon's War and Peace, Childhood and Youth, Shakespeare's Hamlet, King Lear, Romeo and Juliet, The Merchant of Venice, and A Midsummer Night's Dream made me fascinated and sleepless. In less than half a year, I put on myopic glasses. The night gave me a pair of black-rimmed glasses, but I wore them until dawn.

Tagore's "Bird Collection", "Crescent Moon Collection", and "Gardener Collection" also let me carry it in my bag for a long time, copy a few paragraphs when I have time, and unconsciously copy five or six copies. It seems that the source of the "May Fourth" vernacular poetry has been found. In particular, I vaguely saw the master inheritance of Hu Shi's "Attempt Collection", Bingxin's "Stars" and "Spring Water". Fortunately, Tagore was resurrected and gave birth to my hazy poetic heart, which made me fall more firmly in love with poetry, become an obsessive lover of poetry, and write persistently for decades.

I also love to run to the reading room. The reading room is also large, with glass windows on three sides and rows of milky white tubes on the roof. Such a good light, it makes me dizzy and makes me moved. Because my myopia is getting worse and worse, I have to turn on the lights everywhere I go. Blinded by the black light, I reached out and couldn't find five fingers.

The reading room subscribes to hundreds of newspapers and magazines, as well as one hundred and eighty literary magazines. I often read: "Contemporary", "October", "Harvest", "Flower City", "Zhongshan", "People's Literature", "Youth Literature", "Beijing Literature", "Shanghai Literature", "Poetry Journal", "Stars", and so on.

When I saw the poems and essays that I particularly liked, I immediately copied them down. Some novels, I also love to let go, I want to copy but the length is too long. I wanted to steal the magazine with this novel from my bag, but I couldn't do it. Mainly timidity. Only when people are not paying attention, tear this novel off, take it back and read it carefully. This kind of stealing chicken and dog is not a lot, just two or three times. That's not good either. If others want to see that novel, they won't see it. I immediately washed my hands and stopped drying.

Read with anger and revitalize China. Our group of people love reading too much, and have a sense of mission. But I don't have the money to buy books... Kong Yiji believes that "stealing books" cannot be regarded as "stealing".

I had a classmate who was caught "stealing books" and was punished. He "checked" and said that he had "fantasy disorder", like Hamlet. The school considers him a "trickster": you are a "book thief", what does it have to do with the "Prince of Denmark"? Where is this, learn Chinese, can not talk nonsense? In fact, his "inspection" is still quite profound, not necessarily "nonsense".

There is also a college student, who is going to graduate school and has no money to buy reference books. One night in April 1981, he went to Xidan Xinhua Bookstore to steal it, and let the loyal duty officer catch him. Students who are studying have done this, although they have surveyed the terrain many times before, "stepped on the point", and made full preparations. Still caught. Catch it, lose some money, give a punishment, what else can you do?

But the reader was thin-skinned, and if he wanted to run, he took the small hammer he carried with him and fought with two dedicated duty officers. As a result, one was killed and one wounded. This college student was shot in September of that year. He is the seventh and eighth grade of the French Department of Beijing Foreign Language Institute, because his academic performance has been "excellent" for three consecutive years, he directly jumped to the seventh grade, and is busy "studying for graduate school" miles. "Research has not yet been tested", "life is gone".

It is too painful, worse than Kong Yiji, who was "broken leg" in his early years. So for decades, I've always remembered: his name was Feng Daxing. Special times, special things. Fortunately, the times have progressed, and such a thing will never happen again.

Mr. Wang Jingshan, who teaches us modern literature, seems to be the deputy director of the Department of Chinese. Mr. Wang is a graduate of Southwest United University, a student of Wen Yiduo, and an expert in Lu Xun's literature. Mr. Wang knew many writers who were in full swing at that time, and he and other teachers in the department often invited the big names of writers to come to the school to give speeches and give reports to the students.

The first person to invite was Wang Meng. After the "right" in 1957, Wang Meng went to the Chinese Department of Beijing Normal University and served as an "assistant teacher" for Mr. Wang Jingshan. Wang Meng, who combs his big back and wears black-rimmed glasses, is used in china and engages in "stream of consciousness", and there are many "fans" among liberal arts students. Wang Meng sat on the podium, and the black pressure of the lecture hall was full of people. The people in the back could not see Teacher Wang and shouted "stand up." Wang Meng smiled: "The monkeys in the zoo are not good-looking." Writers don't meet, meet half. To look good, you can ask the stars of the Beijing Film Academy. Everyone laughed.

He also said: "When I was working as a teaching assistant for Mr. Wang Jingshan, my family had a very difficult life, and the school once subsidized me with 200 yuan. Got me through it. It was laughter again. What Wang Meng's literature class talked about, I forgot all about it.

More than 20 years later, in March 2001 and March 2007, during the "two sessions" of the National People's Congress and the Chinese People's Political Consultative Conference, I interviewed Wang Meng twice. Wang Meng was a member of the Standing Committee of the National Committee of the Chinese People's Political Consultative Conference, and at that time I was working as a reporter for the China Discipline Inspection and Supervision Newspaper. Teacher Wang has two sentences, which I always remember. One sentence is: Buying and selling official positions is more terrible than embezzlement and bribery; the other sentence is: Leaders are better at fooling than the masses.

In March 2018, I was studying at the Central Party School, and Wang Meng also spoke about it. Teacher Wang is more than 80 years old, his body and eloquence are very good, and he does not see old age. The venue was chaotic, and Teacher Wang's thinking was not chaotic at all.

This was followed by Liu Shaotang. He also combed his back and wore black-rimmed glasses, and his style was not inferior to Wang Meng.com. Liu Shaotang said that after he was beaten into a "rightist," he was also going to the Beijing Normal Academy to Chinese department as a "teaching assistant," but Wang Meng leg was about to come first, so he had to return to his hometown of Tongxian (now Tongzhou District) for labor reform. Who thought that the shiyuan was not a place to stay for a long time, and soon Wang Meng bid farewell to the shiyuan and went to Ili, Xinjiang. Eight thousand miles of clouds and moons, shubian to go also.

Wang Meng joined the party at the age of 14 and was a "little red ghost"; Liu Shaotang published a novel at the age of 13 and was a "prodigy". After returning to the literary world, Wang blindfolded his eyes outward, took the doctrine, "reformed and opened up" in creation, and raised the "foreign flag". Liu Shaotang based on the countryside, drilled deep wells on an acre and three points of land, told the "canal story", and held up the "earth flag". A "foreign" and a "soil", what songs are sung on what mountain, each has its own "housekeeping skills", and each has its own "masterpiece". Blossom on the east hill, fruit on the west hill. No one can replace anyone. What a prosperous scene.

Liu Shaotang made a generous statement: "In foreign countries, it is native, and when you get it to China, it is foreign; in China, it is native, and if you get a foreign country, you are foreign." Soil and ocean are opposite, without soil there is no ocean. What crosses the ocean is more earthy, and what crosses the earth is more oceanic. Therefore, the soil is the ocean, and the ocean is the soil. If you want to use foreign for Chinese use, you can't walk in Handan. In a word: eat lamb long human flesh. I have never heard anyone talk about "earth-ocean relations" so thoroughly. Liu Shaotang also has four literary slogans: "Chinese style, national style, local characteristics, local themes", which is also very powerful to listen to.

Later, I went to Liu Shaotang's "Grasshopper Cage Zhai" with a few classmates and visited him once.

In the summer of 1985, the Beijing Writers Association conducted a literature training class in Changping, a place called "Huyu Scenic Area." I am a student and Liu Shaotang is a teacher. Teacher Liu still talks loudly and sings the "high profile" of local literature. At that time, I had graduated and was assigned to Yanqing Middle School as a Chinese teacher, writing something in my spare time. Although Liu Shaotang is a great writer, when he sees literature lovers on the outskirts of Beijing, he knows me very enthusiastically. Teacher Liu gave me a lot of guidance in person, sometimes publishing articles in newspapers and periodicals, and also nodding my name.

In 1994, I published a collection of essays, and Teacher Liu Shaotang took illness and wrote me a preface. The first sentence is: "Many young writers respectfully call me teachers, but I am very embarrassed, but I really dare not be." But Li Hua (my real name: Liu Lihua) called me a teacher, and I didn't feel ashamed of it. "Teacher Liu is really partial to me.

My old friend Zhou Guohua, director of the editor-in-chief office of Beijing People's Radio, recorded a special program for my book, and teacher Liu Shaotang supported the sick body, and in his "Red Riding Hood" bookstore, he was interviewed and talked for more than 20 minutes. My classmate Zhang Ying, a professor at Peking University, my good friends Luo Xingping, Lu Xuelei, Huang Hui, and a photographer friend also participated in the program with great enthusiasm and expressed their insights.

Zhang Jie, a female writer, also came to the teacher's college to give a lecture. At that time, I had read Mr. Zhang's novels such as "Children from the Forest", "Love, Cannot Be Forgotten", and "Heavy Wings". Teacher Zhang told a story, and my classmates and I were shocked to hear it. The gist is that after Teacher Zhang "joined the party", in order to test whether she was loyal and firm, if she fell into the hands of the enemy, she would not defect, she learned the appearance of an executioner, burned an iron rod in the stove, and burned it stick by stick on her arms and thighs. Listening to the sound of "whooshing", looking at the white smoke, smelling the wisps of burnt paste... The red plum blooms on the red rock, and the ice and snow are stepped on for thousands of miles. The cold of The Three-Nine is not afraid, and a piece of Dan's heart opens to the sun. The Communists are all made of "special materials", "steel and iron bones", "tiger stools", "nail bamboo sticks", "pepper water", we have not used miles.

Hearing this, many students laughed. And Teacher Zhang Jie, who was dignified and delicate, spoke softly, did not smile. She was very serious, solemn, and then she said: I am bleeding, I am sweating in pain, I am not in tears, I am not crying. Everyone applauded Teacher Zhang again, and warmly applauded. Teacher Zhang Jie explained: Perhaps, I am childish and stupid, but I am sincere.

The matter that Teacher Zhang Jie talked about, and what she said, was stronger than the impact of any of her works in my heart. To this end, I have been to Shanghai Longhua, Nanjing Yuhuatai, Chongqing Zhadidong, Jiangxi Shangrao concentration camp, Guizhou Extinguishing Concentration Camp... The revolutionary ancestors, faced with the butcher's knife of the reactionaries, were awe-struck by righteousness and regarded death as a homecoming. There are many people who came from a rich family, went to college, stayed in the West, wore long shirts, wore gold wire glasses, and could have become writers, poets, university professors, or become officials in the Kuomintang to get rich... At least there is no need to drill ravines, wear straw shoes, eat tree bark, and do not have to pin your head to the waistband of your pants, born into death.

But why were the revolutionary ancestors? If I had been in that era, would I have been able to withstand such a severe test?

At this time, I remembered Zhang Jie's lecture that year. Today, our party has more than 95 million party members, and I don't know if anyone can often ask themselves like Zhang Jie: Can we achieve "absolute loyalty" in the face of various tests? From this, I have a little respect for Teacher Zhang.

What is life? Some people say: Life is a pleasure in suffering. I said: No, life is an endless struggle with fate. This is also the words of teacher Zhang Jie. It's a soft gut. He is a good writer and a good party member.

The old writer Xiao Jun, who claimed to be "unearthed cultural relics", also came to the school once to speak accompanied by his daughter. He mainly talked about Xiao Hong and Mr. Lu Xun. Teacher Xiao focused on Mr. Lu Xun's guidance to him and Xiao Hong. He said: Mr. Lu Xun was very careful and helped them correct typos and change sick sentences. Xiao Hong's writing was small and sloppy, and Mr. Lu Xun looked at her manuscript and sometimes helped her copy it. Send a friend's book, Mr. Lu Xun beat it into a bag, and the rope head of the bundle must be cut with scissors. Big things and small things, everything must be personal. Otherwise, Mr. Lu Xun died of illness at the age of 55, and Mr. Lu Xun died of exhaustion. Mr. Lu Xun is more tired than many people.

The famous Hong Kong poet Ho Tat and Mr. Wang Jingshan, who are classmates of Southwest United University, were also invited by Mr. Wang to give a poetry lecture. It seems that in early spring, we are still wearing cotton coats, and Ho Da, who is in his 60s, is wearing a T-shirt and shorts. As soon as we met, we were impressed. Start with laughter and applause to show admiration. He Da once learned to write poetry from Wen Yiduo, Zhu Ziqing, Ai Qing and others, had a pure heart, and breathed with the motherland and the people and shared a common destiny. The poems he wrote, passionate and uplifting, were particularly suitable for recitation. I remember The poet He, who recited several poems on the spot. One of them is called "Happy Thoughts." Easy to understand. So, to this day I remember:

Happy Thoughts

Do everything

All give it a happy thought

It's like lighting a lamp

When chopping wood

I think about the birth of fire

When hoeing grass

Thinking about the harvest is in sight

Walk with you

Thinking that we have common ideals

Break up with you

I think about the carnival at the reunion

Famous writers Such as Liu Xinwu, Chen Jiangong, Li Tuo, and Meng Weiya also came to the school to give lectures. My classmates and I also asked the writer Gan Tiesheng to talk about it. After turning many corners, he went into an ancient alley in Beijing, asked the poet for his index finger, and caught up with someone in his family who was sick and did not come. There is a poem on the index finger called "Believe in the Future", which many students will memorize. Some people joked that because we always recite "believe in the future", the index finger is really "future" ---- has not come.

I am a native of Yanqing, primary and secondary schools are in remote mountain villages, read very few books, the foundation is too poor. Before going to college at the age of 18, he never left the Yanqing Basin. When I open my eyes, everywhere I look, it's all mountains. Vision and mind, let the ditch beams, to wrap up.

Therefore, in the past 4 years of studying in the Chinese Department of the Division, although I got up five to climb in the middle of the night, and the head was overhanging the beam cone, I never took off the hat of "poor student". It is a "big difficulty" and focuses on "helping the object". He was even severely reprimanded by Teacher Xiang Jinjiang, who taught introduction to literature. With me, there were five or six in our dormitory. I also made up the philosophy exam once before I passed.

Knowing that there is a hook in history, I want to hang a bitter gall in the dormitory, and lick it every day. Unfortunately, a small dormitory, bed on the bed, lived in 7 classmates. I'm worried that a bitter 7 people will come to lick, and you will lick me in one bite, and it will be licked in a week. In those years, pork was difficult to eat, and pig bile was even more difficult to buy.

The teacher who teaches writing is smart. He said: Chinese students should be able to write. Can't write, a hundred points of homework, not called ability. Top 10,000 sentences per sentence. Because of this sentence of the writing teacher, I was saved. In the confusion, I understood the invincible road.

clenched his fists: Then I'll write something. Fortunately, when I was in middle school, I loved to write, had a little foundation, and wrote a smooth poem, which made me a little limelight in the class and school. I had to write poetry first. I write during the day and at night, five or six Nissan poems.

Ask good classmates to "point out", they say: What kind of thing? Always holding a stick to "point" me out, there are Zhao Xuegong and Xie Jiuzhong. But I was not intimidated by the stick, but became more and more frustrated. Ren'er roared, and I still sang five or six songs a day. My friend was afraid that I was "crazy", and while holding the fat slices in the bowl for me to eat, he comforted me with "heartache" and said: Many people who write poetry are "neurotics". Isn't it good that we don't write poetry and live without illness or disaster?

But I stubbornly believe that our lives must not only have fat slices, but also have poetry, and there are distant mountains to write poetry.

This has not been done in black and white for a year, and I have really made up some "things" arranged in branches. In September 1982, the Beijing Normal University Newspaper first opened its eyes and found me. A small poem I wrote to welcome new students was published in the "College Newspaper". The title is "Practicing the Wings of an Eagle." Looking at my "debut", I feel more delicate than a "virgin". It was really very moving, and it was heartwarming to see. Actually, he gave me a few dollars for the manuscript fee.

Seeing hope and tasting the sweetness, I was even more energetic. My classmate Zhang Wenxi, who came from Fangshan, sent a poem "Summer Vacation, I Tanned" in the "College Journal", and in the "Beijing Evening News", he sent a song "March, Hello". Better than I write and have a lot of fame. Zhang Wenxi said to me: There are so many students who write poetry, let's set up a poetry club.

They discussed it all night, mainly over what to call the "name of the society", and they could not argue. Later, a classmate in the city said: Let's call it "Snow Wave". It was a winter night, and it was snowing all over the world. A room full of young poets, excited, all sweaty, as if they had just eaten "spicy hot pot". The north wind blows, the snowflakes drift, the snowflakes flutter, the "Snow Wave" poetry society, that comes.

Zhang Wenxi became the president of the poetry club. There have been several mimeographed issues of "Snow Wave" poetry, and some of them have a small impact. One day, President Zhang Wenxi said: Let's hold a poetry contest. The little poets responded enthusiastically, and within a few days, they collected hundreds of songs. Then awards. Find teachers inside and outside the school, find experts, find poets, cover the author's name, fair and just. Unexpectedly, I won the first prize. The title is "The New Tram" and rewards me with a handbag. It is real cowhide, unlike the kind of counterfeit goods sold in Baigou, Hebei Later. I still carry it regularly and attend some decent, high-profile meetings.

Later, I thought about it, and there is still a certain reason why "The New Tram" can win the award. The poem, as a whole, adopts a symbolic approach. Directly influenced by Liang Xiaobin's "Snow White Wall", "China, My Key Is Lost", and some of Wang Xiaoni's poems. Indirectly, I read the poets Ai Qing, Dai Wangshu, Xu Zhimo, Zang Kejia, he Qifang, the poets Lei Shuyan, Liushahe, Shao Yanxiang, Ye Wenfu, the obscure poets Beidao, Gu Cheng, Shu Ting, Munk, Jiang He, Yang Lian, Xu Jingya, Lü Guipin, and the Taiwanese poets Yu Guangzhong, Zheng Shuoyu, Peng Bangzhen, Fei Ma, Xi Murong... The work of this large number of poets also made me eat a lot of nutrients and hormones.

There is also a brother named Lu Xuelei. I must say a few words. During the Cultural Revolution, he actively responded to Chairman Mao's call for "intellectual youth to go to the countryside" and "went to the mountains and went to the countryside" to our village. I was in middle school, and I couldn't understand the lessons in the school, and as soon as Teacher Lu spoke, I understood that he was my "extracurricular counselor."

The year I took the college entrance examination, Brother Xuelei had already returned to the city, and he often sent me "reference books". I was able to get into college, and Brother Snow Lei helped me more than many of my teachers. I had just arrived at the divisional school, and Brother Xuelei was in Ganjiakou and invited me to dinner. Also ordered a fish. It would probably cost him half a month's salary.

Brother Xuelei was also a lover of literature, and when he was in line in our village, he wrote poetry. He heard that I had fallen in love with writing poetry, and I found a few copies of them from nowhere, the "Today" magazine they had compiled on The North Island, and showed them to me. There are a lot of "obscure poems" on it. I plunged headlong into Today magazine, like Gorky pounced on bread. Gorky, the Soviets, loved bread, and I wrote poems as hungry as they were, as fragrant as the Soviets ate bread.

Brother Xue Lei also took me to the National Art Museum of China and watched a "Star Painting Exhibition", which also made me refreshed and eye-opening. The integration of poetry, calligraphy and painting nourishes my poetic heart. I read more, Wrote more, and my poetry also grew, so I rushed out of the campus. In the "Beijing Daily", "Beijing Evening News", etc., some "scene poems" that now look ridiculous have been published.

Zhang Hong, a seventh-grade brother of the Department of Chinese, is the son of the famous poet Zhang Zhimin, who once worked as a literary and art editor in the "Beijing Normal University Newspaper" and "Beijing Daily", compiled and distributed many of my poems, was the first "noble person" on the road of my arduous exploration of poetry, and led me to the "enlightenment teacher" of the Taoist.

Foreign poets, pushkin, Byron, Shelley, Keats, Whitman's poems, I have read a few, the general feeling: poetry should still read the original text. Because poetry cannot be translated, it becomes sour as soon as it is translated.

All of them are in Chinese, the Book of Poetry, Chu Ci, Tang Poems, and Song Ci, and no one can translate them. A few simple "slogan poems", such as Jing Ke's: the wind is xiaoxiao, the water is cold, and the hero will not return once he is gone. Another example is Liu Bang's: the wind rises and the clouds fly, Wei Jia Hai returns to his hometown, and the Ander warrior guards the four directions. Can't move a word. As long as you move a word, you will run away and leak air. The smell of qi rhyme is gone, or is it called poetry?

Chinese poetry cannot be translated, and foreign poetry cannot be translated. Of course, this is just my opinion, and translators should not see it with me. Anyway, I haven't read much foreign poetry since then. I want to learn foreign languages well and read them again.

At that time, literature was taken seriously, and college students in school could make a work and walk differently.

Xie Jiuzhong and his class, there is a Li Gongda, in the "People's Literature" published two novels. In my mind, Li Gongda is a figure with a head and a face.

A classmate of mine in the dormitory, whose hometown is Pinggu, posted a short story in Beijing Literature: "Captain's Daughter-in-Law" A beautiful girl in the Department of Politics and Education immediately fell in love with him. She became the "daughter-in-law" of "Captain's Daughter-in-Law". The "pretty girl" home, still in town. It's just that Pinggu's classmate married a daughter-in-law in the city, but he never saw him write a novel again. Where did the momentum go? My master brother. Are you okay in Beijing?

In July 1983, I graduated from the teacher's college, returned to my hometown, and worked as a Chinese teacher at Yanqing Middle School for 4 years. In addition to his intense work, he still insisted on writing poetry, and also gave a lecture on "poetry creation" to a literary club in the school. The students love to listen.

During this period, I participated in the "Seven Colored Flowers" poetry club of Yanqing poet Lian He. The members are: Wang Ziming, Zhang Suqi, Shi Zhongyuan, Wu Chiyu, Xie Jiuzhong, and me. There were 7 people in total, all men. From time to time, I have some activities, talk about poetry, chat, and drink alcohol. Occasionally, the "seven-colored flowers" also go to newspapers and magazines to "bloom" collectively.

The 6 members of the poetry club are all my brothers, and they are like little brothers to me, and they are doubly caring for me. The person who was the most diligent in the sun and rain was Teacher Lian He. The 7 people have different positions, different temperaments, and the works are also their own faces, but they are like brothers and sisters. No matter who produces the set and who wins the prize, 7 people will find a way to get together and meet to raise a glass to celebrate. Sea oath mountain alliance.

It seems that in 1984, I published a group of poems "The Boys in Li Village Like to Write Letters" in the magazine "Red Willow" in Wuwei City, Gansu Province, which had some repercussions. In the summer of that year, Hongliu Magazine invited my third brother Huaxia and me to wuwei city, which was called "Liangzhou" in ancient times, to participate in the literary PEN meeting they organized.

This "trip to Liangzhou", from Yanqing Kangzhuang Station by train, walked for two days and two nights. There was no seat, and I stood all the way to Wuwei City, which was fascinated. China is really big, the train is really slow. I couldn't hold back, so we sat on the ground for a while, or lay down for a while. The vast Gobi, the vast desert, can not see the edge at a glance. Ma Ta Fei Yan, crescent spring, let people haunt the dream. Tired is tired, bitter is bitter, but also enjoyed the scenery, full of "hand meat", but also made a group of literary friends.

They are quite able to drink, and they are quite able to brag. In hundreds of years, there have been few "Wenqu stars" who have gathered in Wuwei City, Gansu Province, to open a pen meeting. Sleepless tonight, starry tonight. More than 100 people came from all over the country, and the scale of the PEN club was extraordinary.

Red Willow Magazine does not cut and search. Before leaving, I was reimbursed for my train tickets with Huaxia. Developed coastal cities may not be willing. The poet's "melting point" is low, and it is easier to get excited. Holding the hand of my loved ones tightly, I turned back three times in one step, and my tearful eyes misty looked at "red willow". Outside your felt room, I sang broken strings. For the sake of the "poetry god" in my heart, I went to a place called Forever.

Grape wine luminous glass, want to drink pipa immediately urge. "Ancient Liangzhou" so many "ancient songs", but "slightly lost literary style", it is also "slightly inferior", with the years of yellow sand has been "all gone". You can't be a "popular figure", nor can you indulge in the wine glasses of Wang Han, Wang Changling, Gao Shi, and Cen Shan, arrogant and self-respecting, and do not want to make progress.

Therefore, I read some "new border poems", such as Wen Jie, Yang Mu, Zhou Tao, Chang Yao, Zhang Zixuan, Liu Liangcheng, and also found Yu Jian, Eden, Cao Jian, Huang Bangjun, Liu Hu, Hai zi, etc., which also had a good appetite for me. Searched, put all on the case, swallowed alive and peeled, a good delicious meal.

It seems to be a little felt, and occasionally when inspiration appears, the "long and short sentences" written by Chengxing are lined up in a line and a line, neatly arranged in: "Contemporary", "Youth Literature", "Beijing Literature", "Shanxi Literature", "Contemporary Poetry", "Guangming Daily", "China Youth Daily", "Chinese Culture Daily", etc., large and small newspapers and periodicals.

In the 1990s, I wrote "Written on the Banner of the Party (Group Of Poems)" and "Toward 1997", and won the third and second prizes respectively in the poetry essay competitions organized by People's Daily and Beijing Evening News.

In 1994, it was a spring, fortunately, with the help and support of Xiao Yanqing and Qi Ying'er," my collection of poems "Black Moon, White Moon" was published in two books, a collection of lyric poems and a collection of love poems. He was warmly encouraged and affirmed by the famous poets Lei Shuyan and Gao Lilin, the famous poetry critic Zhang Tongwu, the famous writer Convex and Other teachers, and won: the Special Prize for Excellent Works of the First Beijing Writing Art Festival. The poet Jin Cicada called me a "new vernacular poet.".

In 2022, another spring, in order to welcome the "Beijing Winter Olympics" and as a gift book for the "Winter Olympics", Beijing Publishing Group published my poetry collection "Mountains One Journey, One Journey". There are more than 300 songs.

My old leader, writer and poet Shi Zhongyuan, full of affection and earnest hope, specially wrote two enthusiastic long commentaries: "People's Poet Yuanshan" and "A Song is a Flag", which cheered me up and actively promoted it.

My old friend, the writer Guo Jiaxing, put down his official duties, worked overtime day and night, and rushed to write a long commentary: "Iron Shoulders Moral Righteousness, Wonderful Hands", beating drums to help me.

The "People's Daily" and "China Writers Network" also published news and articles. I can't help but "shake off my arms and work hard", so many leaders and relatives and friends who love me.

In 1992, recommended by the famous writer Zhong Jieying, I joined the Beijing Writers Association.

In 2003, on the recommendation of the famous poet Lei Shuyan, I joined the Chinese Writers Association. Teacher Lei Shuyan said in his recommendation: Yuanshan is a cross-century lyric poet, and his works are the spiritual chants of a generation.

In 2016, the whole party launched the "two studies and one doing" activity, in order to test the learning effect and promote it to go deeper, the Working Committee of the Central State Organs and the Discipline Work Committee organized a full-scale competition in 101 ministries and commissions. The leadership asked me to lead the way. In the final, two main theme songs need to be interspersed. We looked for more than a dozen songs, and the leaders all thought it was inappropriate. A leader said: You don't know how to write poetry, so write two poems quickly. Catching the ducks on the shelves, there was no way, I held back all night and wrote two plausible so-called lyrics.

The next day, after studying the matter again, the leader asked: Are the lyrics written? I plucked up the courage and read a song "Understanding People, Clear White People" and a song "Mission Responsibility." Unexpectedly, leaders and colleagues applauded. The leader said: Just listening to you read, it is quite energetic, the boy is OK. Hurry up and find someone to compose the music and find someone to sing. The song was composed by young composer Wang Yi, and the singer was Liu Ziqi, a mezzo-soprano singer of the Armed Police Force. The two artists, who were really virtuous and artistic, did not even drink a sip of water from the Working Committee and the Discipline Inspection Commission, and completed the task.

In particular, Teacher Liu Ziqi not only sang the recording without money, but also paid for it himself, spent 1.8 million yuan, and made these two songs into A MV. Soldiers are all about dedication. The three generations of soldiers of the Liu Ziqi family are particularly dedicated. The "righteous song" should be sung by such a military singer who "does not love money". When the "finals" played these two songs, more than 300 ministers and bureau chiefs on the scene listened softly and tearfully. Just after the "final" was over, the leaders of the working committee shook hands with me cordially, warmly hugged me, took a group photo, and said happily: I can give the face of the head of our working committee.

Later, Huang Kunming, member of the Political Bureau of the CPC Central Committee and director of the Central Propaganda Department, saw the MV of these two songs, and also gave full affirmation, and instructed the central mainstream media to play them. The Working Committee of the Central Government Organs, the Central Party School (State Administration Academy), and the Military Museum of the Chinese Revolution have also collected these two songs as audio-visual materials for party members and cadres to educate party members and cadres on party spirit. The MV of the song "Mission Responsibility" also won the "Five Ones Project" Outstanding Literary and Artistic Works Award in Anhui Province. The veteran cadres of the Central Discipline Inspection Commission also choreographed the song "Understanding People and Clearing White People" into a collective dance, singing while dancing.

In order to cooperate with my own work or appointment, over the years, I have written more than 20 lyrics, composers Wang Liguang, Zhu Peihua, Liu Yueqiang, Duan Zexing, Wang Yige, Zhou Haitao, Chen Limin, Meng Gen and other composers, singers Yan Weiwen, Tang Fei, Zhang Lin, Lü Wei, Liu Ziqi, Li Na, Cui Zige, Shu Ting, Huang Wei, film actor Hu Jing, etc., have sung. Among them, I composed lyrics, Wang Li spectroscopy, Liu Ziqi sang the song "Red Nanchang Hero Nanchang", which won the "Five One Project" Excellent Literary and Art Works Award in Jiangxi Province; I composed the lyrics, Zhou Haitao composed the music, and Liu Ziqi sang the song "I Guard an Island for the Motherland", which won the global Chinese music golden melody list champion.

In 2017, after I composed the lyrics and Zhang Tingliang composed the song "In the Field and in the Mountains", after it was released online, 12 famous program hosts of Henan Television Station sang together and made a MV, which was continuously broadcast on Henan Television, playing a positive role in helping the province to alleviate poverty. At literary and art evenings such as "Party Banner Yao Taixing" to celebrate the 96th and 97th anniversaries of the founding of the CPC, dozens of singers and "first secretaries stationed in villages" sang together, and the scene was grand and the atmosphere was warm. Guang'an City Television Station in Sichuan Province also made this song into a MV, which was used as the theme song of the city's television station and poverty alleviation TV program, which was broadcast for a long time.

It seems that it was also 2017, my friend Yu Baocai, who was the secretary of the Discipline Inspection Commission in my hometown of Yanqing. Secretary Yu wanted to combine the characteristics of Yanqing and compose a "Song of Loyal Defenders" so that when the District Discipline Inspection Commission held a meeting and engaged in activities, everyone would sing a song to boost morale and invigorate spirits. Singing "righteous songs" and "fighting tigers and swatting flies" is more energetic.

Facing the whole district, about a hundred lyrics were collected, and Bao Cai selected more than ten songs for me, asking me to help change one or two songs, and then find someone to compose and sing. I looked at it over and over again, and felt that I could not change it, so I wrote another poem for Secretary Yu to choose. Finally, they asked Shi Changjiang, a famous composer in Yanqing, to compose the song "Song of the Loyal Defender" that I wrote. Secretary Yu led the discipline inspection and supervision cadres of the whole district to sing a chorus, and also made a MV, which was broadcast on the district television station and the district convention and exhibition center square.

It was not until 2018 that Secretary Yu Baocai was transferred away from Yanqing and returned to the city that the song was immediately stopped. After playing it for more than a year, many people have learned and can sing. Although the "Righteous Qi Song" has stopped broadcasting, while the "Tiger Swatting Fly" only has a "march" and no "rest". Don't be the overlord of fame.

In order to welcome the 20th victory of the party, I composed the lyrics, Zhu Peihua composed the music, and composed the tribute song "The Heart is the Flag We Hold High", sung by the famous singers Yan Weiwen and Yin Xiumei, and is also being recorded intensively, and will be filmed as a song MV.

It is always a great thing to write your own poems, be composed by people, and sing them all over the world. Moreover, I have also heard people say that music is the highest art, the most direct to the heart. Then let my poems, riding on the melodious and sweet songs, warm people's lives and intoxicate people's hearts.

While writing poetry, I also write novels. I was once very obsessed with: Mo Yan's Red Sorghum Series, Acheng's Everywhere Winds and Currents Series, Zheng Wanlong's Strange Tales series, Li Rui's Thick Soil - Lüliang Impression Series, Yan Lianke's Rake Mountain Range Series, Yang Zhengguang's Loess Plateau Series, Ma Yuan and Tashi Dawa's GaotianZangdi Series, Liu Heng's New Beijing Flavor Novel Series, Wang Xiangfu's Good Taste Miscellaneous Records Series, Cao Naiqian's Wenjia Kiln Scenery Series, Liu Qingbang's Kiln Han Series... There is also Ah Cheng's "Nian Guan Liu Fu", Li Peifu's "Red Grasshopper Green Grasshopper" ... These novels have a common feature, that is: primitive wildness, mud and soil, straight to life. To borrow the title of a novel by Ah Cheng, to describe it, it is called: Hu Tianhu Hu Di Feng.

I have read it again and again. Gobble up the benefits. It is impossible for my novel writing not to be immersed and pulled by them.

It should be the beginning of spring 1995, I wrote a novella of more than 30,000 words, called "Red Face", which is a bit of a foxy charm. Half of the story is related to a true thing heard from the hometown, and half of the association is exchanged. Written on 400-word one-page manuscript paper, filled with a school bag, riding a bicycle, and rushing, it was sent to Zhao Risheng, deputy editor-in-chief of Youth Literature Magazine. It seems that after more than ten days, Teacher Zhao asked me to go over and say: It is okay to write, but it is too long. Compress to less than 8,000 words and then take it.

Back to the dormitory after work, three changes in the middle of the night, get up in disguise, follow Teacher Zhao's instructions, almost want to swing the knife, but look at their beloved "red face", how can not get off the hand, cut where I can not bear, I first "heart like a knife twisted". My heart, my flesh. Tiger poison does not eat children. I am a cow, eat grass, and do not eat "red face".

Just when I was suffering and suffering, Yanqing's friends Qiao Yu and Cao Jingang began to edit the "Selected Literary Works of Yanqing", and I took the "Red Face" that was "contained in my mouth and was afraid to melt" out of my mouth and gave it to them. The two friends in the hometown dared to start, and without saying anything, they tossed 30,000 words into 8,000 words. Instead of cutting three pieces in one piece, or unloading eight pieces, the "red face" is hung on the stove, like roast duck, roast suckling pig, grilled and dried. The contemporary "red face" and "pumping" of the living color have become mrs. Xin Chai of Changsha Mawangdui. The skeleton is still there, and the feminine wind has disappeared. Wu Hu, since ancient times, the red face is more than a thin life.

Later, when I saw the "Selected Literary Works of Yanqing", it was more than 200,000 words, and the works of 50 or 60 people were collected, and it was impossible to send me 30,000 words alone. Thinking like this, I am at peace. What made me beat my chest was just that the 30,000-word original manuscript of "Red Face" was inexplicably lost. Perhaps, it fell into the hands of human traffickers, crossed the ocean, and unfortunately sold abroad.

In the second issue of 2006, Beiyue Magazine in Datong City, Shanxi Province, published my short story "Poison SunHead". Wang Xiangfu, the editor-in-chief of the journal and a famous writer, said: Originally, I thought you were a poet, but I didn't expect to write novels.

In the spring of 2015, I went on a business trip to Henan, and the leader of the Provincial Discipline Inspection Commission told me a case, the story is quite legendary, and I interpreted it into a short story, named "Ten Days Of Talk", which was published in the second issue of Beijing Literature in 2016. Editor Zhang Yiwen said in the "Recommended Remarks": The county party secretary received a mysterious text message, in which the secret is intriguing. What has he ever done? What was he afraid of? What will be the end of his mysterious text messages, and where will he take him? The novel unveils a hidden corner of China's officialdom from an eerie perspective.

After 2015, I published three short stories in a row in the China Discipline Inspection and Supervision News: "Killing Sheep", "Insomnia", and "God Calculates Geng Half Immortal", all of which were reprinted by the "Selected Novels". Thank you very much to the editor, Mr. Dai Xi, who has a warm heart and a pair of eyes. "Killing Sheep" was also reprinted by the "Selected Miniature Novels", included in the "Selected Miniature Novels of the 70 Years of New China", and was used as an examination question for the "College Entrance Examination Reading Training" by the Ministry of Education and several places such as Anhui Province and Sichuan Province. Even I, the author, could not answer the questions. It's hard for kids.

"Killing Sheep" and "God Count Geng Half Immortal" have also won the second and third prizes of the miniature novel essay organized by the "Novel Selection" and the second and third prizes for excellent works. In 2021, the small novel "Department Store" that I created won the Mini Fiction Essay Contest organized by the Novel Selection and the Excellent Work Excellence Award.

Writing novels brings me happiness at the same time, but it is also for no reason, which adds to my troubles.

For example, my short stories "The Death of Maxima" and "The Unspeakable Hidden", although I have adopted a deformed and exaggerated approach, a bit like absurdism. But after it was published, there were still people who sat in the right seat, thinking that I was using the novel, insinuating, satirizing and sarcastically mocking him, and since then ignoring me, secretly sulking. Cultural people are good at everything, that is, the heart and eyes are as many as sieve holes, and they are as small as needle noses. This is something I never expected.

In fact, when I write novels, no one "innuendos", no one "satirizes", and no one "satirizes". If any official really reads "innuendo" from my novel, it must be that I am "innuendoing myself" and I am "self-deprecating." Don't "live with yourself", and don't "get into trouble with the distant mountains". I don't understand, don't you understand?

I'm kind and I'm friendly. I am a close friend of all peace-loving peoples all over the world. Aimlessness and competition with "imaginary enemies" are precursors to mental stress and "depression". Thank goodness, Amen.

In addition to writing poetry and novels, I also write some prose by hand. Whether it is writing people's memories or lyrics, I unconsciously learned Lu Xun and Zhu Ziqing, and emulated the ways and writing methods of Wang Zengqi, Jia Pingwo, He Liwei, and Convex. Although it cannot be reached, the heart yearns for it. As a result, some works have been well received, and some works have won awards.

For example, in 1995, my essay "Chinese New Year's Eve Sticker Red Door" published in the supplement of Science and Technology Daily won the second prize of the "National Newspaper Supplement Excellent Works Evaluation".

For example, in 2001, my essay "Let Life Be Poetic" published in the supplement of the Three Gorges Evening News won the second prize of the National Essay Essay Contest.

For example, in 2002, my essay "Flowers Told Me How You Walked" published in the supplement of China Discipline Inspection and Supervision News won the first prize of the National Essay Contest organized by The Journal of Discipline Inspection and Supervision in Henan Province.

For example, in March 2016, my essay published in the supplement of the "Learning Times": "I love to read the "Party Constitution"" was also widely praised, and was reprinted by hundreds of newspapers and websites. The leaders of the Central Discipline Inspection Commission and the General Office of the Central Committee even gave me encouragement and praise to my face. A leader of the Central Discipline Inspection Commission said: I have read the "Party Constitution" that you wrote, and I have read it several times. To reinforce my memory, I also typed it myself on the computer. Zhou Jianhua, secretary of the party committee of Anhui Fuyang Normal College, also took this article of mine and gave a counseling report on "How to Study the Party Constitution" to all the teachers and students of the school.

In 1994, I published my first collection of essays.

In 2008, when I was working at the China Discipline Inspection and Supervision Newspaper, the newspaper published a series of books, including a collection of essays by me, "Tianlang Qiqing". A set of more than ten copies, I have the most words and the highest price, but it sells the fastest. Within a few days of listing, it sold out. People who want to buy this series of books, when they see that there is no "Clear Sky" without me, most of them do not buy it. The manager of the bookstore urgently approached me to buy the hundred free books given to me by the publisher in order to play the role of "promotion with goods" for this series of books.

Teacher Liu Shaotang, a famous writer, once wrote a special article and commented: The distant mountains have dug deep into history and culture, felt the customs and customs of the land, and created prose and novel works, which are profound in meaning, intriguing to read, have high literary value and cultural value, and are another important achievement in the creation of "local literature."

Wang Baochun, a famous writer who was the editor-in-chief of the literary and art supplement of the Beijing Daily Suburban Edition, also wrote an article praising my prose: "Dry melon - another flavor." ”

I don't play mahjong, I don't play cards, I don't sing and dance, and I insist on literary creation after work, which is my only hobby for decades. Don't be blindly envious: smart people are good at brains and versatile. Often introspective: inherently stupid, mentally retarded and incompetent. Only the old dove had to chisel a door.

Writing poetry and essays, diligently pursuing, although there are not many achievements, but also entertain themselves. To put it more broadly, it can be summarized as "three advantages": it is conducive to physical and mental health, it is conducive to family unity, and it is also conducive to social harmony. In short, it is positive and healthy, 100% "positive energy". There is a hundred benefits and no harm, so why should I not enjoy it?

The road is long and the road is long, and I will seek up and down.

Facing the sea, spring blossoms; facing the future, writing wonderfully.

Introduction to the author Far Mountain

Yuanshan, real name Liu Lihua. Graduated from the Department of Chinese of Capital Normal University. He is a member of the Chinese Writers Association. He once served as deputy director of the Propaganda Department of the Yanqing County (District) Party Committee of Beijing Municipality, and deputy secretary of the Discipline Inspection Work Committee of the Central State Organs. In 1980, he began to create literature, and successively published novels, essays and poems in "Contemporary", "October", "Essays", "Youth Literature", "Beijing Literature", "Shanxi Literature", "Contemporary Poetry", etc., and published 5 kinds of literary works such as "Black Moon, White Moon", "Clear Sky", "Mountains and Water Journey", with more than 3 million words. More than 30 novels, essays and poems have won literary awards such as "People's Daily", "Novel Selection", "National Newspaper Supplement Works Selection" and "Five One Project" in Jiangxi Province and Anhui Province. Known as the "trans-century lyric poet", the work has been called "the spiritual chant of a generation". In recent years, he has created a number of lyrics, which have been widely sung and loved by listeners.