Written by Zhu Haiyan
Two Leaves
Leaves, know how to fly
A piece floated in from the south
One floated past from the north
In the spring of giving birth to all things, the tree realizes its dreams in the way
Pick them up
There were no greetings or greetings
The leaves have hearts, and the hearts are ferries
The tree, clinging to the east wind
Catch the warblers full of trees and chirp birds
A little groggy and more sober and excited
How good, decades of anticipation
Leave a deep mark in an instant
Two leaves
Bunsen is on a tree
But they went to the south and the north
Rush through the distant sky
Flying together again in a dream
Hold your mind tight
Sing to the sunshine in the sky
"Fate"
The road washed the childhood and youth
The ideal of purity rises from there
The other side of life and faith is colorful
There is the white of the doctor, the fantasy of the scientist, the blue sky of the pilot
These are not for you to give birth on the road of life
A wide world, a place of the same name
Barren land, pale cooking smoke
gave way, found tiredness, found suffering
Wheat, soybeans, sorghum were found
Listen, look up, the voice and figure of the fellow
The heart was pulled out of the chest cavity and trembled red
Let the land be fertilized and become your fantasy
Time goes back to the way you came from
From listening to lectures to herding children's ambitions
Ask high, ask far, ask about morality, ask about kindness
For a lifetime, I was associated with that name
Heart, like two gentle hands
This side is holding it next to it, and there is pulling it in the distance
From green silk to gray hair
A bowl of rice, a bowl of coarse grains
I fed simplicity
Feed out the depth of being a man and the brightness of being a man
Two places of the same name in the north and south
Screaming in the bones
It runs in the veins
Two Parks
Two parks
Just a few roads away
They've been gone for most of their lives
That park
Youth soaked in a dry well
A garden of tall trees, flowers blooming everywhere
It's all fences
This park
The stream has become the fragrant ink for writing poems
Every flower
It's all wonderful writing
Two parks
Two scripts
The protagonists are still them
/Group photo of the winners of the Changjiang Award in Beijing, Fan Susu, the son of Fan Changjiang on the right, and Zhu Haiyan, the fourth on the left/
/Group photo of the winners of the Changjiang Award in Beijing, Fan Susu, the son of Fan Changjiang on the right, and Zhu Haiyan, the fourth on the left/
Introduction of Zhu Haiyan
Zhu Haiyan, a native of Lixin, Anhui Province, enlisted in the army in 1976 and served as a soldier, platoon commander, deputy instructor, and cultural officer of the division's Political Department in the Seventh Division of the Railway Corps.
In 1983, he was transferred to the "Railway Soldier" newspaper, and in February 1984, he was transferred to the "People's Railway" newspaper as a reporter, chief reporter, and chief reporter. In 1998, he served as editor-in-chief, president and editor-in-chief of China Railway Construction News, and a senior reporter. In March 2010, he was transferred to the Engineering Management Center of the Ministry of Railways as the deputy director at the bureau level, specializing in the writing of railway construction reports.
The winners of the 6th Fan Changjiang Journalism Award are the "four batches" of talents in the national propaganda system, leading figures in China's press and publishing circles, and senior experts directly controlled and contacted by the central government. He has won the China Journalism Award eight times, won the first and second prizes of provincial and ministerial news awards more than 90 times, and won the "Five One Project" award of the Central Propaganda Department for his long-form reportage "There is War in the North". He has published 40 collections of various works, with a total word count of 20 million words. He enjoys the allowance of the State Council and is a member of the Chinese Writers Association.
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