Ni holds a bachelor's degree in English language and literature from Peking University, a master's degree in theology from Fordham University and a doctorate in religious literature from the theological seminary of the University of Chicago.
Chinese name: Ni
Occupation: writer
Representative works: Meeting in the Dark, Deep River on Earth, etc.
Publish a work
Meet in the dark/Shanghai Sanlian Bookstore/June 2004
Rivers on Earth/Shanghai Sanlian/September 2006
Stranger/Shanghai Literature and Art Publishing House/August 2008
Vacuum Hometown/Nanjing University Press /20 10
poetic sentiment
Sinbad (the character in Arabian Nights) (= Sindbad)
Looking out of the window, there is a football field on the other side of the street.
Even in the middle of the night, it is brightly lit and empty.
I couldn't hear the tweeter on homecoming day. On that day,
The man standing at the top of the stand crumpled the paper cup and licked the beer foam on his lips.
Think gloomily: for more than forty years, the poor school team has never won.
Even here, at home, where we lost our youth.
I watched him walk under the window. The streets are always full of dust.
He is thin and his hair is not white, which reminds me of zebras.
I once saw zebras in Africa from the window. When it snows,
They always cry. Then the weather got warmer, and I finally
Leaving the zoo, when the blinds are closed again,
An unknown hunchbacked old man is throwing rubbish across the backyard lawn.
It turns out that there is a river outside the window, and the boat burning diesel has a bad cough.
I had to turn on the desk lamp and open a lame maritime novel.
"Let me out, I want to challenge the world!" —
I saw, more than 40 years ago, the longing, slightly bitter wine foam on my lips.
Portrait of neighbors
Who is pacing overhead? I saw the glass beads sink deeply,
Feathers turn over on the water, so anxious and so light.
Perhaps, we have passed by, and the corner of the stairs is piled up.
Curled yellow pages, empty wine bottles, boots soaked by rain and mildew.
It must be impeccable Chopin, the piano sound image is complaining, and the doorbell is silent.
At this time, the sun is far away, such as Mumbai.
I saw the capital fall, the dynasty was forgotten, and the mud rustling on the ceiling.
Fell into the crack. This is the room on the top floor, with only starry sky on it.
How can people learn to fly? Why not leave together in the morning,
Wear glasses, an ill-fitting trench coat, and cover your cough with the back of your hand.
O 'Horatio
- ATributetoTigerLou
Just yesterday, I met Horatio in the street.
Under the palm trees, in front of the steps of the San Diego hotel.
1 1 California is warm, but I wear too much.
He waved and said it's good to have you here.
I took off my headphones, he put down the box and we hugged.
Speaking of the lovely teacher, Father Lafarge, he went to Georgetown.
He always said, "God works hard, but there is nothing he can do."
That's it. Yes, what can I say?
Then the bus came and I went to the airport alone.
Put on headphones and listen to interrupted songs;
"I met Heraxiu in the street, that was five years ago.
On the outskirts of Munich, on the way to Rome.
The dust is flying and the weather is too hot to breathe.
He waved and said, come and sit next to me.
My voice choked and difficult to pronounce, which scared me.
He said he was madly in love with someone who was wearing a T-shirt.
It says, "One day we will all die alone."
That's right. What else can I say? "
tide
Sweat dripped from the tip of the hair, suddenly lit up slightly, infiltrated into the wooden steps and disappeared.
The sun shone through the gap between the handrails of the stairs, and a pure white handkerchief rolled in the wind and flew before his eyes.
Good afternoon. Abandoned buildings by the sea.
He has long forgotten his purpose and just wants to find a shady place where he can't hear the laughter of those children.
His palms are cold, the interwoven lines are too prosperous, and at the same time, they are surprisingly slender.
The hungry fly swatter flapped its wings. Coconut is fragrant.
If you go to sleep, what you will see in your dream is a small bedroom with no windows and a mattress on the ground.
He curled up like a baby, with his naked back against the wall; He licked his chapped lips, and the blood was salty.
The sensation she caused before. The water depth is almost dark blue.
When he fell asleep, the tide gushed from the deepest part of his body. He woke up and dragged himself to the bathroom.
Cockroaches were scattered on the floor in panic at the moment when the lights were on, and he even felt sorry for it.
Journey. A foreign land Stubble scraped from the blade.
"How is that possible? How can I put the whole sea in my chest, even if it hides you without saying goodbye? "
He sat on the spot, leaning his head against the edge of the bathtub, and slowly loosened the fist he had just clenched.
The quarrel outside the door. A strange language. Intermittent sobs.
This is just a dream, for so many years. He dreamed that he was hiding in a strange apartment and it was snowing outside.
When the tide surged again, the blade was deeply embedded in the phalanx. He looked up, the filament shook badly, and then it went out.
Darkness. Silence. This is not a small building by the sea.
Only she was still waiting, long red algae wrapped around her neck, and the rotten legs turned into fish tails.
She dived into the deep sea without light, and the cold there made people give up their struggle, completely calm and never leave.
-"Wait for me!" He said, "It's like waiting for the end!"