65438-0975 served in Qinghai Military Region as a telegraph operator for 84673 troops.
198 1, worked in erqi subdistrict office, labor subdistrict office, Jiang 'an district committee and Qiaokou district committee in Jiang 'an district, Wuhan City, Hubei Province, and later served as deputy director of the organization department of Wuhan Municipal Committee.
In May of 20001year, he served as secretary of Jianghan District Committee of Wuhan City, Hubei Province.
In February 2003, he served as Secretary General of Wuhan City, Hubei Province.
In April 2004, he served as member of the Standing Committee of Wuhan Municipal Committee of Hubei Province and Minister of Propaganda.
In June 2006, he served as member of the Standing Committee of Wuhan Municipal Committee of Hubei Province and secretary of the Disciplinary Committee.
On April 20 16, he no longer served as member of the Standing Committee of Wuhan Municipal Committee of Hubei Province and secretary of the Disciplinary Committee.
* * * Representatives of the 17th and 18th National Congress.
Poetry writing experience 1977- 1984 published essays and poems in Qinghai Daily and Qinghai Lake, 1984 published essays, essays and reportage in People's Daily and other newspapers and periodicals from 2004 to 2004. Prose has won many awards in provincial and municipal newspapers and periodicals.
He began to write amateur poems in February 2005, and published them in Poetry magazine, People's Literature, People's Daily, Shanghai Literature, Cao Fang, Guangming Daily, Star Poetry magazine, Poetry Monthly, Shilin, Selected Poems, Changjiang Literature and Art, Tianjin Daily, etc. The group poem Tian Shi Jiang Shan was forwarded by Xinhua Digest, and won the eighth October Literature Award in June 2007. He has won the annual or poetry and prose award from Youth Literature, Poetry Monthly and Cao Fang, and has published many poems.
In April 2009, he was awarded the title of "Top Ten Poets in China" in 2008.
20 10- 10 won the fifth Lu Xun literature prize for poetry.
Member of Chinese Writers Association (2007), Hubei Writers Association and director of Wuhan Prose Association.
Che, secretary of the Wuhan Municipal Commission for Discipline Inspection and winner of the poetry prize, expressed his admiration for the actor Xu Fan in his new work Xu Fan. This poetic style is nicknamed "Lamb Style" by netizens (Che Gao Yan's name is homophonic). The poem begins: "The beauty of Xu Fan is the beauty of a pure woman. I've always wanted to see her, but when I was a child, I lived close to her, separated by a wall. Her family lives in Xishang Racecourse and mine lives in Xishang Racecourse. Later, she became popular, and she sang along with it, and made many films that were applauded and hit the box office ... "
Reaction of all parties
Tease the school
Netizen: I really want to see him and Feng Dao "learn from each other"
Netizen bada ndy said, "How eager I am to see cars and talk about Xu Fan on Weibo. Too gossip. " Some netizens commented, "It's really emotional to read Che Gao Yan's poems carefully: First, I felt the name Lu Xun; The second is to feel the decline of his award; " Third, I feel that the era of' Enter key to write official poems' has finally arrived. "Although there are many critics, there are also supportive netizens. Netizens found more poems in Che's blog. Among these works, there are many works that care about reality, pity beggars and sympathize with women shoeshine workers. Language is more poetic than Xu Fan.
Che Gao Yan's rational school
Peer: There are also many peer poets among the over-age service critics of adolescent poetry. After watching Xu Fan yesterday, Yin Lichuan commented on Weibo: "Yes! It is not the worst, it is worse, and it is more in line with the characteristics of the times. " After reading Xu Fan's poem, the famous poet Jiang Lan bluntly said, "This poem is not as good as Zhao Lihua's pear-shaped style. In my opinion, this is an erotic work, which demonizes China's poetry! " Jiang Lan analyzed after browsing other poems of Che. "From a professional point of view, I think his writing style can be called an extension service of adolescent poetry. Everyone has poems in adolescence (expressing emotions with poems), but his poems are tenacious and continue to this day. Of course, there are also concerns about reality in his works. As an official, it is understandable to observe the people's livelihood and sympathize with the people, but these works have basically nothing to do with poetry. "
Implicated faction
Zhao Lihua: A work with too shallow a tone, The Body of the Lamb is very popular. People naturally think of Zhao Lihua, the founder of Pear Body. Because there were too many multimedia telephone interviews with Zhao Lihua about Che Gao Yan's winning the Lu Xun Literature Prize, she simply wrote a response article on her blog, which was quite exciting. "I have done the preliminary evaluation of this award, and I am familiar with the judging rules and the winner's car Gao Yan, but I don't want to talk about this issue. In fact, the Lu Xun Award has nothing to do with Lu Xun. No matter what kind of lamb, the person who first put forward this concept must be a shallow, far-fetched and extremely boring person. You can do nothing but simply classify people according to a poem or several poems. "
The creative right of interview records
● 9: 00-12: 00 every night for study and reading.
Car Gao Yan is addicted to books ● 5: 00 am, 10-7:40 am.
The reporter interviewed Che Gao Yan yesterday, and he said, "I cherish this opportunity to win the prize. This time I took part in the Lu Prize because of my reverence for Lu Xun. In my mind, Lu Xun is the bone and soul with independent personality in China culture. "
Author identity
Reporter: Your official status has caused some controversy on the Internet. what do you think?
Che: I want to thank the Chinese Writers Association for letting me participate in the award. This is the understanding and support for public officials who love literature and insist on amateur creation. This is not only an encouragement to my personal artistic creation, but also an encouragement and affirmation to all civil servants who love literature, yearn for literature, devote themselves to literature and support literature. Literary creation has nothing to do with power. Literary creators cannot be distinguished by their status, and every citizen has the right to love writing. Literary creation depends on inspiration, talent and imagination, and needs a pair of eyes that are good at discovering, going deep into life, people, the bottom and inspiring. Power can't give these.
Reporter: Yearning for Warmth is your third book of poetry. You usually update your poems on your blog. Is it normal for you to write poetry?
Che Gao Yan: Yearning for warmth is a collection of 1 19 poems selected from more than 400 works I have created and published in recent three years. Before, I published two poems, "Heaven is a Mountain" and "Dawn of Waking". Dawn of Waking is a true portrayal of my writing status. I have always insisted on studying and writing, and this award is also because of my constant study and love for literature.
Reporter: After you won the prize, some netizens posted your new work "Xu Fan" on Sina Weibo, which triggered a heated discussion.
Che Gao Yan: Xu Fan is one of a series of poems I wrote for the column of Great Wuhan magazine. Due to the limitation of the number of words in Weibo, the "Xu Fan" published by netizens through Weibo is only 1/4 of the whole poem. I don't think readers will have such prejudice and misunderstanding if they have read all of them. My poetry creation pursues diversification. I wrote Xu Fan in the vernacular, without personal feelings, and through the narrative of "zero emotional expression", I narrowed the distance between stars and ordinary people. I suggest that netizens look at my collection of poems, so that they can have a more comprehensive understanding of a poet.
Reporter: As an official, I have been engaged in literary creation for so many years. Is there any sound I don't understand?
Che Gao Yan: Yes. Some people who don't know me will think that I didn't do my job well, and some people with pure culture will think that I am arty. I think a civil servant should have both ruling ability and writing ability. The ability to write comes from learning and writing.
Appreciate a lotus flower in the work
I didn't have any lotus flowers when I came.
When I left, all the lotus flowers withered.
Like a day of life and death.
Open your big eyes.
One is the sun and the other is the moon.
The road under your feet is black and white.
Fate walks carefully.
I can't figure out the ups and downs of the waves.
Only the simplicity of water droplets proves my smallness.
Sometimes, I am poor all my life.
Only one lotus can be picked.
One night, the lake wind blew, accompanied by the sound of the flute.
Blow up the whole Honghu Lake.
Afraid of the blind envy of the villagers.
Through the pine forest is the entrance to the village. I don't want to disturb anyone.
But the stupid yellow dog found me.
Its cry announced the return of the migrant worker Er Hadron.
Many familiar sounds came from the panes and lintels.
They are all faces I can recite, kind as dirt.
Ask my men and children, and ask me if I have sent them.
I can only say that everything is fine, but it's actually quite difficult outside.
A city is not a place where money can grow.
Working in the city requires not only sweat, but also brains.
We study less and can only do heavy manual work.
Sweat flows like tap water, and the appetite is amazing.
I don't earn much money and take it home every year.
They all scrimped and saved.
In the city, we are still rural people.
Break a penny in half.
Put the money into the piggy bank one by one.
Take out the money you earn and count it over and over again.
We often miss home when we are away, and we are really scared when we come back.
Afraid of the blind envy of the villagers.
It seems that a walk around the city will swell your pockets.
This kind of eyes makes me vain, swollen and fat.
In fact, every time I spend a sum of money, I feel distressed.
That is to satisfy your rural face with hard-earned money.
Youth is a thread woven by a spinning wheel.
I have been there for more than ten years and feel very lonely.
Like a spun yarn, it has become the past.
It's really old, as old as spun thread.
Old cobwebs are sealed marks.
Thick floating dust buried the lost time.
I once heard it turn around and sing a ballad.
Like the sound behind a swarm of bees.
My son who has been to the city sometimes shakes it.
Said it was like a roller coaster in the park.
At this time, a flickering oil lamp will appear in front of my eyes.
There is a mother's back in the light and shadow.
Mom's hair turned out to be as black as night.
She followed the spinning wheel for too long at night.
My back is bent.
The head is covered with snow, whiter than cotton.
Mother's youth is spun into a thread in her hands.
Turn around your face.
Woven into our clothes and days one by one.
When my mother left, I was wearing the white cloth she knitted.
It's like wearing a blank piece of time
At that moment, the moon and the sun lost their colors.
The sky is mountains and rivers.
Second sister loves to dress up, and second sister is beautiful without dressing up.
Second sister always has a man's eye when she walks on the road.
Second sister goes to the fair, and there will be a touching scenery at the fair.
The place where she stopped was the place where men's eyes went to the market.
In order to see her, men often put things on stalls.
Second sister can cut March into peach petals.
The second sister put the peach blossom on her head, and the other flowers withered.
Second sister got married in a rainy March.
The groom is a first-class disabled soldier, and one leg was given to the country.
When the second sister got married, the peach blossom in the ravine was red.
Second sister has peach blossoms on her face.
Marry is also in peach blossom.
Only the elder sister has a bitter face and says that the second sister is stupid and not worth it.
The second sister said that dad is also a disabled soldier. Is Niang worth it all her life?
The elder sister said that dad was injured later.
Second sister said that no matter what the priority is, it is for the country.
Sister said you have to walk and live, so don't regret it.
Second sister smiled, we are three pillars.
Heart to heart, the sky is mountains and rivers.
Longing for warmth
The top of Mount Everest
There are snowflakes I borrowed from the sky.
There is nothing but white here.
The seeds were sown last year, and there are no relatives.
Snow lotus with ice muscle and jade skin is in the cold
The wind gets drunk every day and comes and goes.
Blowing through the only loneliness and emptiness
I'm not afraid of cold, I long for warmth.
When the sun goes down,
I followed a drop of water out of the glacier.
Behind her stood the reluctant princess.
Don't look back, just want to know the grassland now.
My eyes penetrated the sea of flowers and I saw it.
Yak moves another cloud in the yurt.
A group of warm whites live here.
I call it a sheep.
It is a genetically modified child of Snow Mountain.
Carve with the soul of this world
The coastline of Namtso is so far away, yes.
Water waves cut it off.
The sand beams around Namtso are clean, yes.
Time has washed away again and again.
Sift a sun carefully every day.
The skin is golden.
Their distance is also called distance.
Sun, Moon and Mountain are not the destination, and rough lines are outlined by the sky.
A pair of dexterous hands are hidden behind the cloud.
The hermit with great wisdom is also hidden in it.
The prostrate believers recited its name.
Knock yourself into a stone that will never talk.
The place where the blood drops is red, and it is a saffron that never leaves the soil.
They are engraved with the soul of this world.
On the high forehead of Manidui.
Listen to the eternal wind, come and go.
Read the six-character mantra of reincarnation
Hum, horse, you, ba, mi, bang.
Every grass is their ancestor.
Grassland, cattle and sheep are very serious animals.
Looking for food in the dry season
Never-ending meal time.
They are rash scholars.
Check the length of grass leaves.
Investigate which wind blew out the tears of dew.
Investigate how wild flowers attract a swarm of bees.
Check the relationship between butterflies and the sky.
Investigate how to carry thick snow in winter.
Investigate who welded the remaining snow on the summer peak.
The wind messed up their beards, which is different from people's beards.
They digest the years that have passed in the gastrointestinal tract.
Every grass is their ancestor.
That little green will keep them together for life.
Their backs were only scratched by a small piece of sunlight.
Leave the rest to the grass.
They kept their heads down all their lives.
Keep close relationship with the grass below.
the roof of the world
1
Sitting alone in the snow, drawing.
pen point
Standing in a drop of sunshine
Under the white sky
Black ink doesn't believe in red plum blossoms.
When the ice is thousands of miles away
Freezing pen is still full of charm.
Standing on the highest snow peak
inspiration
Extend the hand of God.
Turn on the light to worship snow lotus.
2
The area of grassland
The sky can't hold it
A young eagle
Grow old on flying wings
Haven't gone out yet
The roof of the world
faraway place
A miniature version of the Himalayas
Noble school
And the feathers falling from the clouds are very light.
Caught by humble grass
About the lost dung of cattle and sheep
A brilliant Gesang flower tells the story of the grassland.
three
The last footprint
fall down
Where birds can't fly
There lives a snowy area rich in cattle and sheep.
Hada was bleached by colorless icebergs.
There is a pair of hands reaching out to the beautiful forehead.
Holiness is still as snow.
Zha Xi de le
Let the touched corners of the mouth be filled with brilliant auspiciousness.
My eyes
The girl's menstrual blood is
a plum blossom
four
A bullet
Bloody sin
Crush living fossils.
The Tibetan antelope was broken by lightning.
Gobi is crying
The flower whose color was changed by blood watched helplessly.
The companion is on the human retina.
weather
The stone who testified said
Do you want to be as lonely as I am
Heaven said nothing.
Hanging clouds are as painful as black gauze.
five
Among the tribes living in the snow-capped mountains
The standing posture of a horse
It's a perspective view.
On the clean grass
The speed of the wind chased the horseshoe.
The road walks on the endless horizon.
A herd of cattle and sheep fell.
Colorful flowers grow in the eyes.
Where the bones are buried in the tent.
Buddha is meditating.
A brand-new tribe was born in my mind.
six
Facing the blue sky
Gesanghua opened a beautiful umbrella.
The loneliness of grassland is crushed by the vitality of cattle and sheep.
A fragrance swam across the snow-capped mountains.
Each petal carries a sun.
99 ice peaks began to move.
Milk R.
With colorless snow water
Soul songs rise from the ground.
Walking with Buddha's light.
Trembling all night.
Highland barley wine is still drunk on the tip of the grass.
There is a green color where the wine has slept.
seven
The sun has gone to the other side of the snowy mountain.
The last sunset still lingers on the top of the mountain.
A felt house for burning cigarettes.
The fire warmed the family.
Laughter releases the fragrance of milk tea.
In the wind
The pastoral leading the way is whipping.
Herds of cattle and sheep began to go home.
At the foot is the grassland with unfinished hooves.
eight
Blood on the forehead and worn knees will not understand.
Only those who have kissed the Potala Palace with their souls.
We'll know.
It is the support of cattle and sheep, grasslands, snow-capped mountains and eagles.
Draw a temple where people are devoted to piety.
For the attention of the whole world.
After the purest cloud rubs the top for it.
The open butter sculpture comes with the candlelight of wisdom.
In the space arranged by the holy spirit
Every brick
This is a book that cannot be turned over.
Read repeatedly by the prayer wheel.
Every wall
It's all a thick past
Standing behind the eyes of history and the golden body of Buddha
This is the Potala Palace.
A blessed land that makes people sigh.
This is a kind of flower.
Do you see the Buddha's light on my forehead?
Lonely white can float, just call it snow.
Where the sky goes, only the wind takes the road.
Winter is magnified and shrunk.
The sun will never change.
The distance is the height, holding another height.
Lick the cold and warm the light
A substance called freezing melts the four seasons into one.
Except precious stones.
Only 12 months of eternal and cyclical rule.
There is a kind of flower called Saussurea involucrata.
There is also a kind of flower here, which often blooms.
I didn't remember its name until after reincarnation.
Very melodious
I call it snowflake.
The sanctity of great wisdom
When we arrived at that song, we arrived at the hometown of highland barley wine.
Think of Yushu covered with snowflakes.
Think of a girl who never drinks.
Her hands are hardworking. She planted10,000 crocuses.
The wind blew over her lips, and two blushes appeared on her face.
One is Tibet and the other is Qinghai.
I am waiting for her in the high Tanggula Mountain.
Snow is falling all over the sky, decorating the magic and beauty of this mountain.
Her fair skin is like snow.
Laugh with teeth like snow.
The sheep on the whip are like snow.
Hada, calm as a cloud, came, and his forehead was sky-high.
There is a thrilling saussurea involucrata pinned to her chest.
No drop of color is the holiness of great wisdom.
Give the world a white, invincible.
Before the 5th Lu Xun Literature Award was announced, Che Gao Yan explained his reasons for participating in the selection as a public servant at the Weibo on September 30th, 2065438+00: "I participated because of my love for poetry." In September, 2009, after Che's poetry collection "Yearning for Warmth" was published by People's Literature Publishing House, his poems were "absolutely good poems, just like a passer-by in life, which concisely wrote different aspects of life and condensed the source of wisdom. Reading it means reading a kind of wisdom, reading it means reading a kind of enjoyment! "
Writer Liu Xinglong said that Che, as a poet, "appeared as a neighbor in this era of ubiquitous information". Che Gao Yan "is a poet in the history of literature if he can be pure, stick to it and reach the realm of complete purity."
Che Gao Yan admits that the meaning of the name of his poetry collection is "society is always developing, everyone has a warm heart, and longing for warmth is the common pursuit of society." Che believes that the current poetic situation is a good period in the history of China's new poetry. No matter from the perspective of social diversification or artistic exploration, developed societies provide space for poetry and various arts.
After retiring from the Commission for Discipline Inspection, he will go to the Hubei Provincial Inspection Team. At noon on April 27th, 20 16, as soon as the handover meeting was over, the car drove to the airport and went to Yiwu, Zhejiang Province to participate in the "Luo Poetry Award" awarded by the Writers Association.