Editor's Note
Ms. Fu Tianlin, a member of the Chinese Writers Association, the former vice president of the Chinese Poetry Society, the president of the Chongqing New Poetry Society, the honorary vice chairman of the Chongqing Writers Association, the cultural consultant of the Upstream News-Chongqing Evening News, and the famous poet, died in Chongqing at 11:03 on October 23, 2021 at the age of 76 due to ineffective medical treatment.
Fu Tianlin, born on January 24, 1945 in Zizhong County, Sichuan Province, graduated from Chongqing Electric Power Technical School in 1961 and was assigned to jinyun mountain farm. In the meantime, inspired by poetry and life, he began to try to write poetry. In 1981, she launched her debut poetry collection "Green Notes", entering the poetry world as an "orchard poet", which was a blockbuster and opened her brilliant and brilliant literary creation career.
"Poetry is destiny, writing poetry is writing experience, writing times, writing life." This is Fu Tianlin's poetic concept. The literary community also often evaluates his works as "sincere" and "clean".
Fu Tianlin has been engaged in literary creation for 60 years, and has published more than 20 poems, essays, and children's novels. His works have won the National Outstanding Poetry Award for Young and Middle-Aged People, the First National Outstanding Poetry Collection Award, the Second National Women's Literature Award, the People's Literature, Poetry Journal, Chinese Writers, Stars Excellent Poetry Award, Bingxin Children's Book Award, etc.
In 2010, Fu Tianlin won the Fifth Lu Xun Literature Award for her poetry collection "Lemon Leaves".
The death of Ms. Fu Tianlin is a major loss to the Chinese poetry circle and the Chongqing literary circle. The poets and poets were deeply saddened and wrote poems with tears in their hearts, remembering this motherly poet and mentor. Selected works are now featured to express our common grief.
My left eye suddenly gushed out of the Yangtze River
——Remembering the poet Fu Tianlin
Qin Yong
Let me go back to three years old
Burst open my throat and let out a loud cry
My left eye gushed out of the Yangtze River
The right eye suddenly gushed out the water of the Jialing River, converging
Tears
This autumn night frost fell and it was very cold
I also chewed on this moonlight and sadness repeatedly
An orchard poet is gone
She walked alone with a basket full of lemons on her back
Like a lemon blossom at the tip of a branch
Spring branches that seep red from white fall to the ground
Fragrant and silent
Like a flat boat in front of the heavenly gate
Carry love and lemons through the Three Gorges of the Yangtze River
Flow to the sea
Like a radiant cloud on Jinyun Mountain
Candles at the west window in the night rain of Bashan
Illuminate the Milky Way
I'm searching
Take a group photo with her in the Great Hall
When you find that photo
She seemed to be laughing right in the midst of 1.4 billion people
Never went far, never left
Writing poetry is not easy
Look also at the abyss where this man comes and goes
From green to yellow
Tomorrow, if anyone asks about the taste of poetry
I told her to go online and place an order for Lemon Leaf.
Long sentences, with a hint of sourness
Short sentences, is a faint sweetness
Sour and sweet do not meet, not despicable, not complaining
Just like the poem of a poet named Tianlin
(The author is the chairman of the Zhongxian Writers Association)