The modern famous poet was originally named Shi. In one of his exams, he didn't get the first place because he wrote less "Cheng", so he changed his name to Shi (mentioned in his book My First Book). ) The pen name is Gu Feng. The distant ancestor was Mongolian. 1923 10 was born in a poor peasant family in Dingxiang county, Shanxi province. /kloc-Before he was 0/4 years old, he had been herding cattle, collecting firewood, singing yangko, practicing boxing, wrestling, making clay sculptures, and fighting in blowing sheng. He is the most naughty boy in the village. He is covered with scars and has never faded in his life. After two years of primary school, I can't even write my own name correctly. I always write the word "Cheng" wrong. My father is a middle school teacher with artistic temperament and democratic and free thinking. During the Great Revolution, he studied in Peking University and wrote old poems with superb skills. Since he was ten years old, he has been fascinated by reading obscure books and periodicals hidden by his father. His mother taught him to read Tang poetry. His mother was straightforward and stubborn by nature, and he inherited some emotional qualities from her. After the outbreak of War of Resistance against Japanese Aggression, he went into exile with his father in Shaanxi, sold newspapers in xi 'an, studied painting for several months, climbed Longshan to Tianshui on foot, and entered a middle school that specially recruited exiled students in the war zone. I am fascinated by painting and writing poems, but I tried to study Lu Yi in northern Shaanxi several times. 1940 began to publish poetry, 194 1 published a poetic drama "Sorrow of Wisdom" in Chengdu, and 1942 published "Ordos Grassland" in Guilin, which attracted the attention of the poetry circle. 1943 was admitted to northwest university in chenggu, Shaanxi province, majoring in Russian. At the beginning of 1945, the literary journal Filariasis was edited in Xi 'an. Life in Color was published in the summer of 1948 and entered the North China Liberated Area in August of 1948. In the early days of the People's Republic of China, I worked in colleges and universities and the army. 1955 was arrested and examined for Hu Feng's case, and it was not until 1980 that he was rehabilitated. In the 1970s, when I was working in Xianning Cadre School in Hubei Province, poetry suddenly rose from my grief and indignation. From 1979, he wrote about two or three hundred poems. He once wrote "Hutuo River and Me", describing his past experiences with Hutuo River when he was a child.
Han Niu's "A Maple Tree after Long Mourning" won the 198 1-1982 literary creation award, and "Hot Springs" won the national excellent new poetry collection award. Han Niu's poems not only have the depth of history and soul, but also have the experience of social reality and life, and are ideological and artistic. Prose collection: Han Niu's Prose, Firefly Collection and Childhood Pastoral.
After ups and downs, in the new period of China's literature, he regained the vitality of poetry. The collection of poems "Hot Springs" won the Excellent Poetry Collection Award of Chinese Writers Association. Han Niu's poems not only have the depth of history and soul, but also have the experience of social reality and life, and are ideological and artistic. Han Niu said that he likes and pursues a kind of poem which is composed of scenes and images. It has been thirty or forty years. This kind of poetry has a feeling of reality, history, nature and ideals. , has long been precipitated, condensed or instantly sublimated and erupted, with physical image and touchability. Poetry is not to reproduce life, but to discover and create situations that are not in life through hard work and sincere exploration and thinking step by step. Han Niu said that every time he writes a poem, he always feels that this is the first time to write a poem. It has nothing to do with any previous poem. In the case that he is almost a beginner, he is full of piety and mystery. In the field of life and poetry, I constantly struggle, explore, surpass and discover, and I have never found any new situation. I never write any poems. Of course, critics can see traces from his poems for decades, but in fact, his life's creation is endless, not a river with a shore. He would rather be immature and inexperienced, and never go to the end in his creation. His life will always be full of sad new wounds. The poems in the collection of poems "Hot Springs" can be said to be situational poems. Most of the poems here were written by the May 7th Cadre School during the Cultural Revolution. If these poems are divorced from the life situation and regarded as ordinary natural poems, it is difficult to understand the suggestibility and pertinence of these poetic images and the life situation that produces these emotions. In the May 7th Cadre School, these poems he silently wrote have the same emotional trend and the same conception, which almost became a conditioned reflex. Many ordinary things often suddenly ignite some emotions hidden in his heart at that time. At that time, for him, only poetry could make the soul get comfortable breathing in the sweltering heat. Therefore, these poems, which he has always felt heavy in his heart, inevitably carry a sad and idealistic tone. The birth of the eagle reminds people of a western proverb: "The eagle sometimes flies lower than the chicken, but the chicken will never fly as high as the eagle." This poem describes the poet's yearning for the eagle. The dangerous geopolitical environment of the May 7th Cadre School can be compared to the birth of the eagle. Bamboo Root shows that the poet is very good at discovering what belongs to poetry from his daily life. On the dry and hot land, the broken bamboo roots left traces of water. This is a very ordinary poem, but it has aroused the poet's imagination and experience. The vitality of bamboo has inspired the poet's vitality. "Snake Egg" is rich in artistic depiction, and the whole story is artistic depiction, so the poet expressed his complex and peculiar feelings about life. Regret for the Past is a poem that has been deeply explored. Cutting down trees is a very common thing, which can really symbolize something. But in this poem, the poet has a unique discovery and in-depth excavation, which is unusual: "But there is so much fragrance in his life" and "fragrance/sadness". These descriptions remind us of a great man, and only after he fell did people feel his value. The more people realize this value, the more sad they are. The idea of "giant roots" is also very strange: tenacious life is always buried deep underground, and the most flammable things have long-term condensed heat. South China Tiger is a famous poem, and its artistic description has left a deep impression on people. It can be said that since Rilke's "Leopard" came out, any poem about animals has to be tested in front of it, because "Leopard" is so good. Compared with the leopard, Han Niu has his own unique observation angle and profound feelings. Here, besides describing the tiger's blood and tears, the poet also observed the relationship between the audience and the tiger, and set off the tiger's peaceful lying with the audience's timidity, despair, pity and absurdity. The South China Tiger is the symbol of all persecuted great men, and those spectators symbolize the supporters who appear as sad spectators when all great and magnificent things are destroyed; Although these people are young, they have the right to see the tiger outside the cage. Orchids are very poetic and meaningful: orchids can't be found not because they don't exist, but because they can't tell bluegrass from weeds. Muntjac is very touching. A poet can't write the last two lines without great love. The creative process of Scar is as follows: because the poet has scars, he can find the scars of trees; It is only because of the poet's deep experience that he can say such a groundbreaking saying that "all scars have deep roots."
[Edit this paragraph] Appreciation of works
The birth of the eagle
Ah, who has seen it? /How was the eagle born? In the mountains and valleys,/Ying Chao,/built on the steepest cliff,/is deeply hidden in the clouds. Looking up at Ying Chao is like looking at the faint stars in the night sky. /butch looked at it and sighed,/poisonous snakes can't climb up,/hunters can't shoot so high! In the plain and hilly areas of the south of the Yangtze River,/Ying Chao is built on the tallest tree,/(Which tree is the tallest)/The tip of the tree breaks the sky,/The wind and rain can't bend. Ying Chao,/simple,/very rough,/no down or thatch,/no leaves and fine mud,/all dirty black dead branches,/mixed with many thorns and thorns. /No wind, no rain,/No warmth and comfort! Eagle eggs are/as blue as the clear sky,/with nebula-like patterns floating on them,/shining in the Ying Chao. The eagle's eggs were catalyzed in the storm./Thunderous thunder woke up the sleeping embryos in the eggshell./The lightning all over the sky gave the young eagle Ming Rui's eye pupil./The hurricane thrived ten times./It encouraged them to grow hard wings./The scorching sun/threw it into their violent hearts. Ah, has anyone seen/seen the young eagle walking in the wilderness? /Who has seen it? /The young eagle rests its wings under the eaves? The young eagle is not a bird that walks on the flat ground and grass. /When their wings are very short and small,/They flap their wings, sing and learn to fly in the clouds at high altitude. At the moment of storm warning,/let's open the doors and windows,/listen to the wide world,/in the symphony of thunder and lightning,/we can hear the long and exciting song of the eagle. The eagle is flying on the clouds. /When the world is in darkness,/Their bright black wings are covered with golden sunlight. Ah, this is how the eagle was born.
South China Tiger (selected from the February issue of Poetry Journal 1982). )
In Guilin
In a small zoo
I see a tiger.
I squeezed into the chattering crowd,
Separated by two iron fences
Give it to the tiger in the cage
Looking around for a long time.
But I've never seen it.
The gorgeous face of the tiger
Eyes are like flames.
Tiger in a cage
Turn your back on the timid and desperate audience,
Lying quietly in the corner,
Someone threw a stone at it.
Someone slapped it hard.
Some people are still trying to persuade.
It ignores everything!
A long thick tail.
Long and fluttering,
Oh, tiger, tiger in cage,
Have you ever dreamed of a vast forest?
Is it a humiliating heart twitch?
Or do you want to beat those poor and ridiculous audiences with your tail?
Your strong legs
Extending in all directions,
I see every toe and paw of yours.
It's all broken,
Condensed with thick blood!
Your toes and claws
Be tied up by someone
Is it alive?
Or because of grief and indignation?
You used the same broken tooth
I heard that your teeth were sawed off by a hacksaw.
Bite them with blood ...
I saw it in an iron cage
On the gray concrete wall
There are bloody canyons there.
As bright as lightning!
I finally understand. ...
I left the zoo in shame,
Hear a voice in a trance
A groundbreaking roar,
Have an unruly heart
Skim over my head
Fly away,
I saw the flame mark.
Burning eyes,
And huge, broken/bleeding toes and claws!
A sweaty horse
Running thousands of miles across the Gobi is the only river.
Run through the desert and lead to the grassland.
A windless day in July and August
Gobi is the territory of fire.
Only gallop
Running on all fours.
I feel the wind blowing through my chest.
Through hundreds of miles of hot dust
Sweat was completely licked up by thirsty dust.
Sweat crystallized into white stripes of horses.
Sweat flowed out.
Bile has been used up.
A look into the blank.
Wide twitching chest muscles
Walk silently into your own life.
From shoulders, feet and ass.
A drop of blood cells oozed out.
In the world; After all, after all
Only horses with blood.
Blood vessels communicate with sweat glands.
There are no wings on the shoulders and feet.
Hooves don't get wind.
Blood horse doesn't know the wonderful myth in the world.
It just flies forward.
Transpiration is like a mass of red gas.
In order to climb over the snow-covered Osaka
And frozen clouds.
Life keeps spontaneous combustion.
Blow out the last drop of blood
You can fly a thousand miles with your bones and muscles.
A sweaty horse
Fall at the peak of life
Burned into a flower
Snow white flowers
"Blood Horse" describes the process that the blood horse runs out of blood and sweat, from galloping to spontaneous combustion to falling. It is both tragic and wonderful, praising its indomitable and tenacious spirit.
[Edit this paragraph] The story behind the South China Tiger
I have been to Guilin twice in the past ten years. Every time I come back, a friend always asks, "Dude, how many landscape poems have you written?" They didn't believe me when I said I didn't write it. They said that Guilin's landscape is so beautiful, how can it be indifferent? Don't write poetry, I'm sorry Guilin. Yes, whenever I sail on the blue Lijiang River, I am really fascinated by the green peaks rising from both sides, the trembling reflections of the mountains, the lush bamboo rafts and the misty ink paintings. However, at that time and later, I didn't want to write landscape poems. I once talked to Luyuan about this fact. I told him that I could not write a poem or draw pure natural beauty in front of beautiful mountains and rivers. My mind seems to be more easily touched by the vast and magnificent realm of nature and some shocking and unyielding phenomena or ecology. Apart from my personal temperament, I am not good at describing things purely and objectively and writing so-called "natural poems". If there is no chance between subjective and objective, I can't write a poem with calm skills. Luyuan has been to Guilin and has never written a poem praising the scenery of Lijiang River. However, many poets can write a dozen or dozens of poems after a trip to Guilin or Huangshan. They write about willow smoke, drizzle, fisherman's girl, green willow and emerald phoenix. I admire their ability to capture poetry and painting. I have been to Huangshan Mountain, and I had a good time swimming. I climbed Tiandu Peak and witnessed the sunrise in the sea of clouds, but only wrote a short poem "Song of Insects". I said in my poem that Huangshan Mountain is a "sacred place for people" and a "sacred place for insects". I have been to Gulangyu Island, which is exquisitely carved, and wrote a poem "Life", which praises a banyan tree, which is struggling and growing tenaciously at the top of a boulder, with an old and rickety posture. I think that for a poet, they should write a unique "special" situation and image. No one can imitate his poems, and he can't write a second similar poem himself. This special situation and the opportunity to produce poetry cannot be created out of nothing. Of course, this is just my opinion and cannot be imposed on others.
1June, 973, I went to Guilin for the first time and wrote a song "South China Tiger". Even I didn't expect to write a tiger poem in advance. Tiger, according to its temperament and image, is difficult to be associated with Guilin landscape. However, I wrote a tiger with no outstanding posture in an angry mood. I have seen tigers many times in my life. Those tigers are much more powerful than this South China tiger in Guilin. 195 1 year, I saw a Siberian tiger in Qiqihar and kept it in an iron cage for a long time. I saw no less than three or five tigers in Beijing Zoo. But none of them thought about writing about tigers. As I said before, isn't my temperament like writing magnificent things? Why not write the roaring Siberian tiger? Generally speaking, my sense of life is not dull, but I really have no ability to calmly analyze and theory my feelings at that time. I can only record the formation of poetry as truly as possible.
Calm down and think about it. At that time, at 1973, if I met a tiger in another place, I might not be able to write this song "South China Tiger". This tiger in Guilin Zoo, its bloody broken claws and bloody scratches on the wall shocked my soul and blew me up at once. At that time, I was a cadre school in Xianning, Hubei Province, and most of the students had returned to Beijing or been assigned to other cities. I am one of the few "molecules" who can't get into Beijing. Needless to say, the mood is extremely heavy. On that day, the weather in Guilin was sultry. My two companions and I sat on stone benches in the shade of several oleanders and had a rest. -The oleander in Guilin is not a potted plant, but a tall tree, three or four feet high, full of pink flowers, emitting a familiar fragrance, otherwise it is hard to believe that it is oleander. Opposite Guilin Zoo, we walked into the park because of boredom. The hot sun is steaming and roasting iron cages, which are mostly pythons, snakes and a few monkeys. In the last row of cages, we saw this South China tiger. As I wrote in the poem, it stretched and fell asleep (? )。 I saw bloody claws, broken and without claw tips. At first, I didn't realize it. I remember someone telling me that tigers in the zoo should cut off or saw off their teeth and toes. This tiger with four toes and broken claws, in anger and despair, gouged out a series of deep and shallow blood stains on the concrete wall, which looked like a footprint from a distance. I stood outside the cage for a long time. I want to see the tiger's eyes. People's eyes are the windows to the soul; Tiger's eyes should also be the window to the soul. But it never looked back. These four Tiger Claw's are enough to make my soul feel ashamed. I think I came to Guilin from the far south bank of the Yangtze River just to get rid of the innocent embrace of nature. Now I am actually an audience, interested in enjoying the imprisoned tigers. I am not as unruly as a tiger. Not only did I feel ashamed, but I also felt mean inside, so I left in a hurry. I didn't hear the tiger's roar, but I expected 195 1 the roar of the northeast tiger I heard on the bank of Nenjiang River. I have never heard a voice louder than the roar of a tiger. Even if I am heartbroken and devote all my life's blood, I can't shout out such a strong voice.
Back to ultra-leftwing, I wrote this song "South China Tiger" in a hurry that day. Very long, about 100 line. I have a weakness in writing poetry, which is not concise. Luyuan reminded me many times that no matter how to be a person or write poems, we should try our best to be concise, and lyric poems should generally not exceed 100 lines. Life style is sloppy, writing poems is often procrastinating, not profound, not focused on feelings, and not paying attention to structure. Luyuan's words are very pertinent. So in 1979, when I was sorting out this poem, I deleted all the branches and vines, leaving less than 50 lines. When I compiled the collection last year, I made some changes to the text and added two lines at the end:
And blood,
Huge and broken toes and claws!
I think the unruly soul of the South China Tiger, flying over people's heads, is always illusory. Even if people see its "flaming stripes and flaming eyes", they always feel that the most shocking special image has not been written yet. We should let the bleeding toes and claws pass by, and let Tiger Claw's injured blood burn those dull and paralyzed souls like hot melt! I am satisfied with the last two lines. A poem must leave an unforgettable and vivid image for readers. It is often said that every poem has a "core" and an emotional explosion point; With this, we can integrate the feelings between the author and the reader. There is some truth in this statement. I believe that this South China Tiger will be unremarkable if it loses its bloody toes and claws and finally does not have a dynamic image that flies by.
This poem may be written too briefly in one place. The first two lines of the last section, "I finally understand ... I left the zoo in shame", were originally written in a more specific way, writing about my remorse at that time; But I don't want to analyze myself too much. I think "link thought" is a bit general and formulaic. It is better to brush it off and leave a blank for readers to think about. I can't say that this consideration is unreasonable, but deletion is too bitter. "I finally understand ..." Use ellipsis to hide many activities in my heart, and only use the word "shame" to point out my feelings. It may be better if the first two lines of the last line of the poem become one line, leaving one line in front and one line behind, so that readers can read here, pause and think about my hidden complex feelings.
The poems I have written in recent years, including this one "South China Tiger", are trying to open up the artistic conception of poetry. Every poem, from the first sentence to the end, is a complete artistic life. Every line and word is an integral part of a complete life, neither more nor less. Its expression (not only the external form) is completed with the situation, image, charm and rhythm of the poem at one time. Of course, it is difficult to achieve this situation. This is just the ideal I have been fighting for.
Goethe said that every poem should indicate the time of creation, which is of great significance to understanding poetry. The emotion expressed in South China Tiger can only be understood from the characteristics of that historical period. Personally, I could only write about tigers like this at that time, and I saw this tiger as an adventure. How similar this tiger was to my situation at that time!
(Selected from Sleepwalkers' Narrative Poems, Chinese Publishing House, 200 1 Edition)
Hutuo River and Me
Since I was three or four years old, my grandmother has always fixed her eyes and sighed at me, saying, "Your temper is really small Hutuo River." When I am naughty, my mother and sister always say the same thing about me. But from their voices, I don't recognize that they are scolding me, and there seems to be a little praise; But their serious eyes and tone obviously have the meaning of warning. I really don't understand why Hutuo River is used to describe me.
Hutuo River is only one mile away from our village. At that time, I had not seen the Hutuo River. What is a river? I don't know. All I know is that the Hutuo River is wild and difficult to control. I really want to meet it and see what I have in common with it. I think it's probably a person, stronger than me, and maybe only it can control me.
……
When we walked into the endless wilderness, Aunt Bao pointed to the front and said, "That's the Hutuo River." But I didn't see anything. Where is the Hutuo River? There is nothing there. It is a dusty beach, lying there in ignorance, except for sand, which is actually large and small stones. I feel extremely disappointed, Hutuo River, you humiliated me! How can I be like this Hutuo River crying and telling me not to wake up?
Sister and aunt Bao are talking and laughing in the Woods on the shore, bowing their heads to pick wild vegetables. I walked to the Hutuo River, and they said sadly. I am looking for my lost dream, and I am looking for the Hutuo River in my heart in Hutuo River.
……
Hutuo River is the core memorial river of my life. It's big and I'm small. I will never grow as big as it, but I can hide it deeply in my heart, including its dark brown river like crawling soil, its trembling coast, and its roar and atmosphere that pervades heaven and earth.
[Edit this paragraph] Interpretation of Han Niu's poems
Yu Wei
"My poem is not a personal autobiography, but a tiny detail of a historical biography and a fruit of history. All my works, including essays, are fresh faults in history and have epic pain. " He also said: "My poetry and I are so tenacious to live, not to chew pain, not to retaliate against history. My poetry only makes history come out of the disaster soberly. "
Han Niu
"My poems just let history get out of the disaster soberly."
Witness "suffering"
In Han Niu's situational poems, the beautiful images of life are often placed in sinister situations: some are at the critical juncture of being aimed at by guns, such as Monk; Some have been "killed" by violence, such as maple trees that have been cut down; But most of them are still crippled by evil in bad living conditions, such as South China Tiger, Half Tree, Giant Root and so on. However, they did not fall, but stubbornly survived in distortion and bravely fought against danger. In a word, the aesthetic relationship between images and situations in Han Niu's situational poems is often the resistance of life images, which conflicts and struggles with cruel violence in sinister situations. A heavy sense of hardship and a strong sense of strength in Han Niu's situational poems arise from this. Works will come from the pain of life and the pursuit of personality until death, will be reflected in animals and plants with similar experiences, and will be expressed in a symbolic image or artistic conception.
Ai Qing said, "Suffering is more beautiful than happiness." Ai Qing is the first great poet in the history of new poetry who has not made suffering weightless. At that time, Han Niu, full of blood, embarked on the road of anti-Japanese and poetry creation with Ai Qing's Poem of the Northland in his pocket. Ai Qing's influence on Han Niu is decisive and lifelong. Ai Qing's poetry collection "The North" has an epic weight, which lies in his original creation of many situations that condense national suffering. Han Niu, like Ai Qing, tried to create a unique suffering situation in his poems. He said, "You will never write a poem unless you find something new."
Han Niu said: "My poem is not a personal autobiography, but a tiny detail of a great historical biography and a fruit of history. All my works, including essays, are fresh faults in history and have epic pain. " He also said: "My poetry and I are so tenacious to live, not to chew pain, not to retaliate against history. My poetry only makes history come out of the disaster soberly. " As a witness, it is Han Niu's "self-definition" to express the national suffering in a specific historical period and hope that the Chinese nation will not repeat such a catastrophe.
People who have really experienced great disasters can best understand happiness.
Happiness is not enjoyment.
"arrested 1955, wearing a counter-revolutionary hat for 25 years, without citizenship and without the right to publish works; Constantly reforming through labor, still working as an editor in the unit, and asking you to copy cards as soon as you engage in sports. Then go to the countryside to work, for two or three years. As soon as the festival was over, we were blown to work in Badaling ... That era was ridiculous and ridiculous, not to mention happiness. " Han Niu said: "Perhaps a sad person, a person who has experienced so many misunderstandings, distortions, persecutions and blows, and a person who has really experienced a great disaster can best understand happiness. True happiness is not empty or realistic enjoyment. Happiness is a spiritual pursuit from the heart and an ideal realm. "
Han Niu has suffered too much in his life: exile, hunger, persecution, arrest, imprisonment, imprisonment, trial, labor reform, all kinds of heavy work ... It is indeed a "painful and rich life", and his poems are the true records of this kind of life pain. If his early poems were too intense and exposed in conveying this kind of pain, the poetic style after the hardships of purgatory life became deep and concise. "It's too easy for me to talk about suffering. There are blood, tears, anger and accusations in my poems ... but I didn't bow to suffering, retreat, escape, degenerate, surrender, betray my conscience, humanistic spirit and my poems. It is because I believe that there must be a higher humanistic realm and spirit beyond all realistic norms and interests, which is worth pursuing. This in itself is a part of happiness, and you can call it happiness. "
In Han Niu's view, happiness is a process of constant pursuit, discovery, breakthrough and pursuit. "For poetry, for literature, I can give everything. Under no circumstances have I given up poetry or stopped literary creation. My poetry is inseparable from my life experience. It is about autobiographical inner activities, and poetry reflects my living conditions. "
I never consider myself an outstanding person, but I am indeed an extremely devout hiker.
The power of life
He said that poetry is the driving force of his life. Without poetry, he wouldn't be today. In May, 2003, Lefsky, the visiting chairman of Macedonian Writers' Association, presented Han Niu with the "Literary Baton Award" at the Chinese Writers' Association. This award is an international literary award established by the Macedonian Writers Association. "When I learned that the Macedonian * * * Republic's' literary scepter award' was awarded to me, I immediately felt very ashamed and uneasy. The scepter is a broad and lofty image in my heart. It not only symbolizes solemnity and sacredness, but also shows awesome authority. And I am just an ordinary old man trudging to the holy land of human poetry; In the turbulent and harsh life of more than half a century, I am eager to burn myself completely in order to create an ideal world: plasma, tears, bones and muscles, unwilling soul, are all contributions without regrets. Perhaps it is precisely because of this persistent and infatuated spirit that readers understand and trust; It can also be said that it is precisely because the fate of the individual is always closely related to the security of the country and the immortal belief of the nation that my true humanity and poetic temperament have been cast. "
In modern and contemporary poetry, Han Niu is an unavoidable name. Among middle school students, it is more because his poems of at least 10 have been selected into the textbooks of People's Education Press and those of students from China, Hongkong and South Korea, and have many fans. In the first general survey of readers of China's poems held in Sohu.com, 680,000 readers of Selected Poems voted for him. Among the top ten favorite poets, Han Niu ranks fifth. "I am very happy to be recognized by readers."
"Among many poets in China, in the field of poetry creation, I never consider myself an outstanding person, but I am indeed an unusual and pious trekker. Although I am ordinary, I am firm. " Han Niu said: "I have never counted how many poems I have written in my life, but I know one thing: most of my poems are heavy, which is really a regret in my life. For many years, I have been eager to write some sweet poems. I have been writing poems hard just to taste a drop of honey that I have never tasted. In the history of nearly a hundred years in China, as a sincere poet, there are few poets who have not written a bitter poem. If someone pretends to be a poet but has never written a bitter poem, I absolutely don't trust the quality of this poet, let alone appreciate his or her poems. How I long for my poems to make readers suck a little sweetness in the future. "
"It's not because experts identified this stone that it suddenly became precious. From the moment I met it underground, I felt its spirituality. "
Shiyuan
Han Niu's study is not big, but the whole wall is covered with bookshelves. Books, horizontal, vertical and dense, are mostly poems and literary works. The reporter noticed that there are many grotesque stones in desks and bookcases, all of which are unwashed and polished natural stones from shape to color, naked and unruly. Han Niu has an unusual friendship with these stones.