My hometown is a place for scholars. In ancient times, there were Sun Simiao, a drug king, Fan Kuan, a calligrapher, Liu Gongquan, a historian, and Linghu Defen. Anli was transferred to Mei Wen magazine of Xi Federation of Literary and Art Circles to do editing work on 1992. Now he is the deputy editor-in-chief of Mei Wen magazine, a member of Chinese Writers Association, a director of Shaanxi Writers Association and an expert with outstanding contributions in xi.
I heard that Anli's reputation was that when he was in junior high school, he had just been transferred from the Chinese teacher of Yaozhou Middle School to the provincial capital. At that time, I read one of his articles "Ugly Feet on the Field". In the photo, he has thick eyebrows and leopard eyes, and his hair is like a wild flame.
A legendary incident about Anli, which is widely circulated in Yaozhou, is a fight in his hometown-a neighbor of his hometown Guanzhuang Town, a bully in the village, always bullying other good families in the village, including Anlijia, who farmed in the countryside. In a fit of pique, Anli greeted a three-car bruiser (white gloves at first) from the provincial capital and ran back to his hometown to fight with this bully neighbor. It is said that more than a dozen police cars roared and surrounded the whole village.
From this, I have a new understanding of Anli, and I am in awe. I think this is a true scholar with chivalry. Finally, I got familiar with the relationship and asked him for verification. He smiled faintly and said that the battle was fought, but the legend was too mysterious. At that time, I happened to go to a motorcycle. Two people met a good friend on the way. I was indignant and went together again. After the fight, both sides were injured, and the lawsuit brought by this impulse troubled him for several years and brought a lot of distress. Years later, he said that this incident made him a controversial celebrity in the county. In fact, he had become a celebrity before that.
The second meeting in the provincial capital was a gathering of fellow villagers. He sat stiffly and quietly on the table with chicken, duck and fish on it. I suddenly remembered his "ugly teeth". A critic once said: For the land, for all living things, when the world is trampling and trampling wildly, so as to inflate its own pockets regardless of the consequences, Anli is like a sober madman, pregnant with sadness. Desperate but unyielding cries and calls over and over again grieve for human cruelty to other animals. In this sense, he is more like a qualified member of Greenpeace.
At this time, he and everyone respectfully said something very timely. The past unruly, arrogant, melancholy and angry disappeared without a trace, but people were obviously much more tired than the people in the photos. ...
Anli used to write novels "Spasm" and "Little People". He didn't write many novels. He has always stressed that he is not writing as a writer, but as an intellectual, so his works are a bit critical.
He is a very sensitive and kind person at heart. When my father was in hospital, I invited a fellow villager from the hospital to dinner. He is a warm guest. One day we drank a lot of white wine, and I called the nurse irresponsible and unsympathetic. He strongly echoed and told his similar experience in his hometown county hospital. We became very good friends that day. We finally went to sing, and good people kept telling me to drink less and talk like brothers.
Some time ago, Anli won the essay prize of the first Western Literature Prize of Kashgar Cup with her essay "Migrant Workers". He bluntly said that winning the prize surprised him. He said: "At present, some literary awards, due to the high involvement of power and money, have faded those glittering trophies into scrap iron. Literature is untidy and loses its due chastity. I was surprised by this award, because I never knew there was such an award, but I could get it without' operation'. At least it shows that in the west of China, there are still a group of people who are still obsessed with the conscience of literature. "
An Li said that if winning a prize is an honor, then this honor belongs to those migrant workers who suffer. It is not that my wonderful pen can blossom better than others, but that the blood and tears of migrant workers have touched the kindness of editors, editors, critics and judges. The article that the judges voted for me also confirmed the light of human nature that has not been extinguished in their own hearts.
He disdains to participate in some boring activities of literati, to make friends with each other and compliment each other to raise his popularity and reputation. He said that he is a "literary self-employed" and likes to go it alone. Self-employed individuals do not need to live in groups or squeeze into crowded places. They write what they want to write and talk about their feelings, not knowing whether it is hot or cold. As for what birthright, what evaluation, what seating position, as a bystander, he also saw it in his eyes, but he never remembered it-he was like a stubborn farmer, sweating alone in the mountains.
The literary world is noisy and the literature is lonely. An extremely clever man with fresh mud on his shoes came to this city that does not belong to him, feeling very uncomfortable and struggling, but also maintaining his dignity. ...