Wang Jiaxin's information

Wang Jiaxin (1957-), whose published poems include Memorial (1985) and Swimming Cliff (1997).

Resume:

In July p>1983, I graduated from the Planning and Statistics Department of Anhui University of Finance and Trade with a bachelor's degree in economics. In 1984, he studied in the advanced teacher training class of China Renmin University. From September 1983 to December 1992, he worked in the Statistics Department of Nanjing University of Economics, and served as a teacher, deputy director and director of the teaching and research section. In January 1993, he was transferred to the Department of Economics and Trade of our college as deputy director and director. He is also the executive director of China University Business Economic Research Association, the vice president of Jiangsu Macroeconomics Association, the director of Jiangsu Economic Association, and the deputy secretary general of Jiangsu Marketing Association. In 1994, he was hired as a soft science evaluation expert of Jiangsu Science and Technology Progress Award Committee. He is currently the vice president and professor of Nanjing Institute of Economics.

Work and study experience:

Research direction: macroeconomic theory, industrial economy theory, market economy theory and policy, etc.

scientific research achievements: he has presided over six provincial-level scientific research projects such as Research on the Development of Jiangsu Industrial Pillar Industries, published more than 6 papers, and edited or wrote 19 monographs and textbooks, including 5 prize-winning textbooks and papers.

Awards: In July, 1994, he was awarded the title of "Outstanding Young Key Teacher in Jiangsu Ordinary Colleges and Universities" by Jiangsu Provincial Education Commission, and in July, 1996, he won the silver award of "Excellent Education Gardener of Redwood" in Jiangsu Province.

Reference: China Economics Education and Research Network

Pasternak sent his son to the United States to change his diary poem, elegy, London Essay Traveler, 1998 Spring Festival, Scarborough, Ye Zhi

--------. ----------------------Pasternak

can't offer a bunch of flowers to your graveyard, but he is destined to devote his whole life to reading your poems

through thousands of miles of snow

The breaking of a festival and the trembling of my soul

can finally follow his own heart. That's

the secret of fate. You can't say

just bear, bear, and deepen the notch in your writing

To get, but give up

To live, you ask yourself to die, and die completely

That's who you are. You found me

to test me from disaster to disaster, which made my life suddenly painful

from snow to death. I

call out those noble names

those exiles, sacrifices, witnesses, those souls

who meet in the tremor of the Mass

those shining in death, and my

own land! The tears in the eyes of livestock in the north

the maple leaves burning in the wind

the darkness and hunger in people's stomachs. How can I

put aside all this to talk about myself

Just like you, you have to endure more violent snowstorms

to keep your Russia, your Larissa, that beautiful, harmless

yours.

Autumn in Levitan illuminated by candlelight

Death, praise and sin in Pushkin's poems

Spring is coming, and the vast and bare black

Turn your soul towards all this, poet

This is suffering, the highest law that rises from the bottom of your heart

It's not suffering, it's what you finally bear.

Come irresistibly.

this is a disgrace! It's winter in Beijing in December

It's sadness in your eyes, searching and questioning

The bell is pressing my soul

It's pain, it's happiness, To say it

needs to fill my life with ice and snow

------------------------. A person who retreats here

can't help being ignited by gloomy spirit

All roads have passed, and all the days

lean towards this night

to live or die, which is all

Only a few snow remains in winter

hard and brilliant, and the coldest

among these dark wills is to die. Noble. Dignity

Starlight rises, the canyon goes back, and a person who has gone through

all ports, lost and time strikes

finally comes here

here and now. One, or many

arrive and settle down between words, and can live

eat stones

and have a vicissitudes of life. Relatives far away in another world

and eagles flying high over this stone kingdom

are the guarantee for him to bear loneliness

Nothing else, this is the last camp, and there is no comfort

and there is no need to comfort

those. Shifting the stone

will form a poem

or reveal a greater mystery

Now, when the mountains flood, he can light

the highest candle

or blow it out. Give up everything

Silence is the final completion

--------------------------. It comes

windy moment, dark and helpless

moment! Watcher

Can we take our fate by beating rocks?

If we avoid all this, can we

find happiness elsewhere?

watcher! Your eyelashes are bitter

your hands are spread out,

and a thunderstorm comes over the city beyond the garden, gloomy

. There's nothing else

you can only make your pain worse

you can only look at the garden and

get darker and darker

stay still in the reflection of another world, Watcher! Put your life

here

let your relatives go far away

let lightning enter this land more deeply

the garden will light up

to compete with the darkness. All you need is a word

, a

firm and bright

word

-----------coming.

what is gripping my heart? My son

knew that the wheels of the plane

landed lightly at San Francisco Bay Airport.

I can't tell whether it's sunshine or snowy light, and the distant mountains are blue.

There is still a frost in the collar of North China;

Son, don't hold my hand all the time.

In this maze-shining transit hall,

you will find your passage.

The boundless space and time has made a bird dizzy

What will happen next? Son, fasten your

Li Ning sneakers. Let's see you again

Let me bless you in every poem; From then on,

there is a dreamy ocean between you and me.

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