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He Mengmei, grassland poet, poetry activist, member of Chinese Poetry Society, member of Hebei Writers Association, member of Hebei Collectors Association and director of China Poetry Research Association.
Over the years, his works have been published in Jidong Edition of Zhao Yan Metropolis Daily, Tongliao Radio and Television News, Star News, Xizhi Calligraphy and Painting News, 10, etc. And online won the special prize of representative library of contemporary writers and painters in China. Later, it was awarded the special prize by the editorial board and included in the Collection of Contemporary Writers and Artists in China (Volume 20 14).
The second Chinese-foreign Poetry and Prose Invitational Tournament won the Li Jia Poetry Award, was selected as a century-old online poet of China New Poetry, won more than 40 other poetry awards, and wrote a collection of poems, Song of Time. From 2065438 to July 2007, the seminar and recitation of the works of grassland poet He Mengmei was held in Beijing grassland cultural tribe.
He is the head of the China Poetry Spring Festival Gala and the Qinhuangdao Branch of China Painting and Calligraphy Spring Festival Gala, and the first poet in China to hold a poetry meeting at sea. Poetry is true and natural, full of love and strength. She walked from the depths of the grassland to the sea, with both the pattern of grassland and the feelings of the sea!
He Mengmei's Poems
To God: He Mengmei
The sky in Qinghai is blue, the clouds and horses in Qinghai are wild, and the endless highland barley is tall and strong green, and its head is swaying like a phoenix bamboo. I think of the rich paradise and look forward to the distant place where I once held hands. Once the sea was difficult for water, I went back to my hometown where I was born and raised, salvaged the rippling fishing net by Qinghai Lake and watched the scene of barley harvest, from green to yellow. The little girl who used to chase butterflies held you in her hair.
Charming smile warms the confusion of the heart, so go home and let the soul return to its place. At this time, we have harvested our own highland barley, which roams and embraces the fragrance of hot sand, popcorn on the plateau, the time of explosion cycle, and glutinous tea highland barley wine. Let's fill the happy wine and worship God.