Jiangsu Poet: Hua Wenbo
Net name : A flying bullet
Born in 2008 in Nanjing, Jiangsu Province.
Hua Wenbo, 14 years old. Second. At the age of 9, he fell in love with writing, and has completed about 14,000 words of poetry creation; the "Xiaohua's Private Fruit Text Shop" founded in the third grade has completed 31 works, about 30,000 words. There are 120 essays in primary school, about 120,000 words. Under the supervision of the writer Ye Kai, he completed the creation of about 200,000 words of novels, and many works were published on the public account of "Ye Kai's Magic Language". At present, he is mainly trying to write English poetry.
The text fruit shop work "Little Crisp" was published in the "Elementary School Student Composition"; the in-class work "I Love My Father" was selected and broadcast by Aunt Xiaoyue's "Goodnight Baby" column, and received professional reviews from he Jie, a national writing teaching master. "Weekend Tour to Laoshan", "How high is the city gate? " was published in the 2018 magazine "I Love Writing Essay" in the 4th and 6th issues of the juvenile literature and art. College entrance examination essay with the same title writing series works "Complete People", ""Chinese Flavor" Music", "This is the author's work? It has not only won the high praise of Teacher Ye Kai, but also attracted widespread attention.
His poetry works such as "A Withered Red Rose", "Sunset Xia", and "Exploring the Rain" have been commented and promoted by Teacher Liang, the founder of the "Poetry School Public Account". In the 18th "New Composition Cup" Primary and Secondary School Essay Competition, he won the first prize in the primary school group with the poem "Rice Ripe". The essay "There is poetry, there is a distance" was published in the "National Excellent Composition Selection". Invited by the editor of Jiangsu Education Television in 2018, he participated in the speech of "Reading Teenagers Say", with the theme of "I Read a Poem for You", which was highly praised by the judges and teachers.
"Shadow" by Hua Wenbo (10 years old, 3rd grade)
shadow
The most faithful servant,
It will always be under the light,
Reflect your beauty.
The most credible lie,
It is always when you are in good spirits,
Crimes of polluting you.
"Shadow" English version (14 years old, 2nd year of junior high school)
Shadow
Paul
Oh shadow,
The servant with most loyalty.
When I'm under the bright light,
You give me more beauty.
The lie with most reliability.
When I'm in plain sight,
You dishonour my spirit.
"Fire" (10 years old, 3rd grade)
Author: Hua Wenbo
Fire is survival,
It's also death.
Sometimes, it shines brightly;
Sometimes, it's the edge of despair.
Fire is a brilliant hope,
Fire is the hunting ground for destruction.
Fire is bitter.
It's also sweet,
It is the bullet, it is the terrible weapon;
In the development of civilization, it has a fierce light.
Fire is a thick soup, a pot of boiling hot soup.
If you ask me, is fire good or bad?
answer
It's in us humans ourselves.
"Blank"
Author: Hua Wenbo (11 years old, 4th grade)
When you are in a blank world,
It will be very empty, very confused,
Crouch there and cry, cry,
You can't touch anything, and you can't touch anything.
Except for their own bodies.
Wait for a drop or two of inspiration "ink",
Finally dripping into the endless white,
Proliferation, proliferation...
This originally nasty blank,
It will make you feel great joy.
You will understand,
Freedom in the blank,
Imagine the infinity of the world,
It will be what you want most.
"Evening" by Hua Wenbo (Grade 6)
A bird flew from the sky,
With the news that the sun is getting old,
Speak to the world.
It's getting dark,
The air cooled down,
The cloud began to sob,
But the tears quickly dried up.
All things looked at it with trepidation,
Eyes that are already filled with red blood,
Close slowly.
They are afraid of the darkness of the night,
Everything bowed its head,
It was as if the end of the world was coming.
Is it really late?
Is there a chance to return to the dprk?
No, not anymore.
The sun has only one last bit of color left,
The world seemed to be sealed.
Only the cut moon,
Admire the last remnants of the world.
"Circle" by Hua Wenbo (Grade 6)
The square is a beautiful symmetrical figure,
However, it is only a deformed object with 4 sides.
The length of the line segments is unimaginable distance.
However, it is only a diameter within the circle.
π is a flawless number,
But it is more accurate than any absurd number.
The 100-sided is already very close to a circle, isn't it?
Human civilization has also far exceeded 100 steps.
But never get close to the perfection of the circle.
The human mind is becoming more and more flawed.
Why can't we ignore the square in front of us?
What about the pursuit of circles?
The wind of revolution（14岁 初二）
Hearing the north wind roar,
with the waves hit the shore.
Owe the gods for the harvest we've got,
yelled on the battles we have already fought.
Poems they write because we lead them,
win the fight, get the freedom.
Earn what equals to what we paid, safe and sound in the nation we made.
（HOPE）
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