Jin Bo, 1935, was born in Beijing in July. Literary creation began in universities. He has published more than ten poems, such as Echo, green watermelon, My Snowman, Between You and Me, Moonlit Night in the Woods, Trees in the Wind, Flowers with Rain, Let's Go and See the Sea-Children's Sonnets of Jinbo. Fairy Tales Collection: Little Leaf Fairy Tales, Golden Sea Snail House, Adventures of Little Apple Man, Eye Tree, Shadow Man, White Castle, Tracking Little Green Man, etc. In addition, there are collections of essays such as Waiting for Good Friends, Waiting for You to Knock, and Thanks for the Past. Commentary collection "Pursuing the Elves". Selected Works of Jin Bo, Selected Poems of Children of Jin Bo, Selected Works of Jin Bo, Collection of Poems and Songs of Jin Bo, etc. Many works have been included in Chinese and music textbooks for primary and secondary schools.
Jin Bo, 1935, a Beijinger, was born in Jixian County, Hebei Province. 1957 was admitted to the Chinese Department of Beijing Normal University. While studying, I began to publish my works. After graduation, he stayed in school to teach, and successively taught in Chinese Department and Music Department. He is currently a professor at Capital Normal University, a member of the Children's Literature Committee of the Chinese Writers Association, and the director of the Children's Literature Creation Committee of the Beijing Writers Association. Over the past 40 years, more than 40 kinds of poems, fairy tales, essays, children's literature, literary criticism and poetry anthologies have been published. The anthology includes Jin Bo's Children's Poems, Jin Bo's Children's Poems, Jin Bo's Fairy Tales, Jin Bo's Children's Songs and Jin Bo's Works. His works won the first, second and third National Excellent Children's Literature Awards of the Chinese Writers Association, the first and second National Children's Book Awards, the second Bingxin Children's Book Award and the fourth Soong Ching Ling Children's Literature Award. 1992 was recommended as a candidate for the International Andersen Prize.
His works have won the National Book Award, the "Five One Project" Award, the National Excellent Children's Literature Award of the Chinese Writers Association, the Soong Ching Ling Children's Literature Award and the Bingxin Book Award for many times. 1992 was nominated by the International Andersen Prize. He is a blind child. In his world, there is no light, no color. He is a child who lives in darkness forever. He can't get close to other friends, so he can only sit quietly and listen to them laughing and playing. He also likes to listen to birds singing at dawn, the sound of spring breeze blowing through his ears, and even the sound of bees flapping their wings. His life is very lonely. He often says to himself: Who will play with me? "I'm playing with you!" On this day, suddenly someone whispered this sentence in his ear. "Who are you?" He turned his head and asked in surprise. "I am your shadow." That voice is nice and kind. The blind child has never seen a shadow. He can't imagine what a shadow looks like. The shadow explained to him, "I will always be with you, and I will follow you wherever you go." "What do you look like?" The blind boy asked again. "I look like you." The shadow answered happily. It thought the answer was too simple, and added, "I am as black as night." I also have a pair of black eyes. Afraid that he still didn't make it clear, he then asked, "Do you know the color of black?" The blind boy quickly replied, "I know. What I see every day is black. " From then on, the shadow often took the blind boy by the hand, took him to the pasture to listen to Cleisthenes's baa and sheep's baa, climbed the hillside to pick wild flowers and fruits, and walked across the small wooden bridge to listen to the gurgling water. Blind children seem to feel the light and see the color. He is very happy. One day, he asked the shadow, "please tell me, where are you from?" The shadow replied, "I come from the sun, from the moonlight and from the light." ... ""So, as long as there is light, there is you, right? "Blind children feel novelty and excitement." Yes Guangming is my mother. She asked me to be with you. "Shadow said this, feel very happy. The blind child was very moved. He felt that the shadow's words brought him friendship and warmth. So the happy days began. Wherever they go, people will say to blind children, "Look, how good your shadow is! "Whenever he hears people praise his shadow in this way, he always tells people:" It is not only my shadow, but also my friend. " People often see them talking and laughing like good friends in the sun and moonlight; On a night without sunshine and moonlight, a blind child lights a lamp. With light, the shadow comes, and it sings and tells stories with him. One summer night, the weather was gloomy and there was no moonlight. The blind boy walked out of the house with a lamp and a shadow. They went for a walk in a quiet grove. The breeze sent bursts of flowers. And the songs of birds. The shadow told him that although there was no moonlight tonight, there were many bright stars in the sky. At this time, a firefly flew from the nearby jungle, shining faintly. It flew to the blind child and flew slowly before his eyes. "What is flying?" The blind boy stopped to listen carefully. "I heard the sound of wings flapping." The shadow told him that it was a firefly, a little firefly. Blind children have never seen fireflies. "Fireflies? Just like a very hot little Mars? " The blind boy asked curiously. "no, no. Fireflies are beautiful, sparkling insects. Not hot. " The shadow explained to him. The blind child looked up at the night sky. He could see nothing and shook his head blankly. Shadow stretched out his hand, and he wanted to catch the beautiful firefly. At this time, the firefly really fell into its hands. "Ah, I have the firefly." The shadow excitedly told the blind child, "Answer it, it's not hot at all, it's really not hot." The blind boy stretched out a hand and took the firefly. He only felt that his hands were itchy and brittle, and that insects were crawling. He couldn't help putting his palm close to his eyes. Look carefully and keep blinking. How he wishes to see this glowing firefly! He stared at his dark world, like a bottomless black hole. Suddenly, in his "black hole", he saw a faint light spot moving in his hand for the first time. At the same time, his palm feels itchy and brittle. The light spot gradually brightens. He has never seen such a beautiful light. He can't tell whether it is blue or green. All he knows is that in his eternal night, there is a light spot the size of a grain of rice at the moment. His eternal night disappeared. "Oh, I see, fireflies, little fireflies! Just like a small lamp. " The blind child was almost shouting. He has never been so happy. The shadow also smiled happily. That night, fireflies played with them for a long time, then flew from their palms and led them to a cluster of wild roses; Then it falls on the palm of your hand and shines. Late at night, fireflies bid farewell to them and flew into a silent forest. The blind child was in a good mood when he walked home with a shadow in the light. Because today he saw the light of fireflies. Although it was vague and as small as millet, he saw it with his own eyes! The wind in my ear is getting stronger and stronger. He felt the light dangling in his hand. The shadow said, "It's going to rain. Go! " "The words sound just fell and a thunderbolt exploded, with rain in the wind, and the rain followed. The light in the blind boy's hand suddenly went out. Then, the shadow disappeared. The blind boy stood alone in the wilderness. He called for his own shadow, but there was no response. He only heard the wind and rain. He stumbled home. He didn't go far before he fell into a puddle. He sat in the rain and thought: Only when the wind stops, the rain stops and the sun comes out, will the shadow come? After a long time, he felt that the storm had subsided. He seems to hear the sound of wings flapping again. The sound is getting louder and louder. "Is that you? Fireflies? "The blind boy shouted at the night sky." It's me. "A firefly is answering." It's us. "A few fireflies are answering." It's us fireflies! "There are a lot of fireflies in the answer. In the summer breeze and drizzle, countless fireflies combine into a beautiful and bright lamp, which flashes blue and green for a while. In this beautiful and bright light, the shadow came back. The blind child looked at his own shadow and cried in surprise, "Ah! My shadow, is that you? I think I see you! Really, I see you! " He reached out his hands and grabbed his good black friend. They hugged for a long time. He was surrounded by the light of fireflies, and his shadow accompanied him. He saw everything around him! They walked through the muddy wilderness, set foot on the path and walked home. The wind stopped, the rain stopped and it cleared up. The moon came out. The moon is particularly bright today. After a while, the sun came out. The sun came out early today. The moon and the sun are in the sky at the same time. And firefly lights. All the light in this world shines on the blind child and his shadow together. In his eyes, the world at night gradually appeared a faint light, like a layer of silver fog covering everything around him. After a while, the fog also subsided. He saw everything around him! He looked at the strange and beautiful world with amazing eyes. He not only saw the sun and the moon, but also saw so much light made up of fireflies. He also saw the rainbow bending in the sky. He also saw flowers of various colors. And green grass. And the bright dew on the grass leaves. His shadow stood beside him, holding hands with him. He turned around and looked at his friend kindly, and he smiled back at him. He found that his shadow gradually faded into black and became a beautifully dressed child with the same rosy round face, shiny hair and big black eyes. People say they are like twin brothers. They said, we are all clever children. Comments: This passage tells a story of pure friendship. It also tells people that where there is sunshine, there is not necessarily love, but where there are people, there will be love. Where there is no one, there may be love. Selected Works of Jin Bo, Hebei Children's Publishing House, 1997.