Huang (198 1-), pen name Lin, from Bozhou, Anhui Province, graduated from the Chinese Department of Liaoning University. China, one of the representative poets born in 1980s, joined the Shanghai Xincheng Poetry Society in 2005, became the editor-in-chief of the folk magazine Xincheng Poetry Journal in 2008, and became the second president of Xincheng Poetry Society in 2009.
Chinese name: Huang
Nationality: China.
Ethnic group: Han nationality
Place of birth: Bozhou City, Anhui Province
Date of birth: 198 1 August 6, 2008.
Occupation: poet and businessman
Graduate school: Chinese Department of Liaoning University.
Representative works: An underground river, an afternoon nail, has been left behind.
Pen name: Linxi
brief introduction
Huang (198 1-), pen name Linxi, was born in Bozhou, Anhui. China, one of the representative poets born in 1980s, graduated from Chinese Department of Liaoning University. He has worked in Shanghai since 2004, joined Shanghai Xincheng Poetry Society in 2005, served as editor-in-chief of Xincheng Poetry Society in 2008, and became the second president of Xincheng Poetry Society in 2009. 200 1 published his first novel in Youth Poetry Magazine, and later published it in Poetry Magazine, Star, Selected Poems Magazine, Poetry Monthly, Poetry Tide, Youth Literature, Yellow River Literature, Green Wind, Peony, Yan 'an Literature, and Youth Literature.
Poetic attainments
Lin belongs to the kind of poet who has a clear creative intention and can easily or better realize his ideas. Lin's poems are slender, delicate and clever, slender but not thin, delicate and not miscellaneous, clever but not oily, vivid and meaningful.
Lin's poems originated from life. He must be a person who knows how to live, enjoy happiness and endure pain. Reading Lin's poems, my heart is surging.
Lin's ability to control words is more reflected in his ability to control the main color of poetry. He is good at skillfully combining many images, which is smart but not messy. He is good at writing his own understanding and feelings about life in a philosophical style.
works
His published poems include How I Want to Be Your River, Hidden River, An Afternoon Nail, Lover Robbery and so on. His works were selected as the poetry aesthetics textbook of Tongji University, the general education poetry reader of Tongji University, and he planned and edited the post-80s poetry archives in Anhui Province, and was the best poem of the year in China.
Represent the appreciation of works
A hidden river
Not too far.
Since the first heavy snow
I went deeper this winter.
The north wind on the river is like a knife.
Cut from the upstream in the afternoon
I've been lurking underwater
From south to north.
Come back from the far north again
Underground river, I have never seen it.
But you can really feel it.
It was hidden in me, once.
Across my head and heart again.
When can I walk ashore?
Touch my stone
Take a look at my long-lost rice fields.
Then stay on it.
Overlooking the whole river
Father told me after reading the history book
It still needs a rainstorm.
Evening after a long drought.
My grandparents are still in the village.
_ _ _ _ The river falls from the sky.
Afternoon nail
The nail stands in the position of the nail.
Feet deep in the water.
The inside of the board
I sit next to the blackboard.
Body and eyes
Until this afternoon
Nails over and over again
Looking for deeper contact
Finally stopped here.
I've been thinking about surrounding us.
The scream of time
Will it invade through the cracks in the wall?
Nails can't take the initiative to avoid.
This afternoon, this afternoon
A tumult from beginning to end
I was crucified this afternoon.
Nailed in the cage of time
Make a lot of measurements
Sunshine, Iron and Amnesia
Afternoon truck
From one city to another.
You, play a poor role.
Dizziness and convulsions in the sun.
The road has been refreshed repeatedly.
The whistle is getting deeper and deeper in the afternoon.
The motor keeps spinning.
I started thinking about you on the steering wheel.
Iron or heavier metal.
Sit back and enjoy the success of the forward speed.
This is all imagination.
You know, but you don't say it.
Just corners of the mouth far away with a smile.
Let me step on the gas pedal yesterday.
time and space
I can't distinguish it more clearly.
You rushed out halfway.
Dragging me through the wheel
The music should have started by this time.
Free as jazz or punk music.
Several glasses of red wine made me hoarse.
The world began to turn upside down, a blur.
Heritage book
Faith is like thick phlegm, nailed to a rough wall.
I've been practicing mind-reading for years, and I've turned against my enemies.
The promise collapses like a lie, and everything is insignificant.
How many people can follow you off guard?
I tried to look far away, but I fell behind the darkness.
The sun is shining, just empty talk.
Nothing matters, and one is eclipsed.
Body. Lodging medicine pot
Can't save this spring and the scattered peach blossoms.
The remaining herbs killed foxes and elk that had been raised for many years.
The cave is empty.
Peeping tom's whispering put out the motor in the body.
Although life fooled me, I still love it.
Please put this sentence
As a broken inscription, stay in my signature.
Autumn of time
Pull out the nail and put the clock forward.
Hang upside down. A river that endures pain
Hold the fish tightly and let it knot.
Nobody needs to worry about each other.
Leaves fall from the sky and pigeons fly from the roof.
And I suddenly feel that this autumn.
I'm afraid; fear
I am very late at night.
Dive back to my season and sink into the river.
Bottom fish
Rushing into my empty body, fighting crazily.
I burst into tears in my dream.
The crying woke my father and the paddy field behind the house.
It is certain that from now on, we will never let go of autumn.
I can't put down the clock.
It was a rainy night.
The heart is like a glassware with a cork.
Crowded loneliness
Spread out slowly, and the green leaves are shining in the rain.
Drowned the dust and clouds coming and going.
Time will still surprise you and me.
There is no moonlight shining on the young man.
For so many years, he has been obsessed with an imaginary dream.
Sugar and salt in my heart
Can no longer breed wings that can fly.
It was a rainy night.
Dark clouds gather and a large area of loneliness drifts around.
I searched the empty room carefully.
Years ago
An inch of lost time
Major Cold
In the rotation from left to right
You've been staring at my eyes.
Ice flowers on the window
Get behind you, behind me
This winter morning
Groups of cold winds are shut out by you.
We drink hot porridge with a smile.
Fingers and fingers are tightly hooked together.
Sunlight falls from the sky.
Warm, soft, with the smell of water.
I suddenly want to see the heavy snow flying all over the sky
want to see you
Wearing bright red clothes, standing in the snow with Nian.
Red is auspicious, white is blessed.
Reflect my happiness and our happiness.
I want to tell these to my relatives and friends.
All happy people
And the elves we long for.
Rain Water
The weather is getting warmer and warmer
I can see the happiness on your face.
Soak in the spring breeze
White inside and red inside are different from others.
We are used to it, on the balcony.
Touch the baby's gentle fetal movement with sunlight.
This is also easy to mention.
Rivers, villages, green wheat fields in the distance
There are already many glittering and translucent water drops.
The whole winter.
Come to our garden and our side.
Life is slowly changing.
Honey, these day
I want to tell my friends.
How happy I am.
I hope these pleasures are like rain.
Moisten everyone.
The Ode to Joy
In this forest, in your mind.
Those blue waves are blown by the night wind.
In your spinning dance steps, in this silent night.
Fresher, you have lived in a palace full of roses for a long time.
At this moment. Except for your smile
Except that the moonlight scatters bright spots from high places.
Let your beauty freeze. What else is there? What else is there?
How much do we need and how long have we waited for this moment?
All right. Let the sly fox come out of his sleep
Let the noble leopard put on gorgeous clothes and come out.
Let smart snakes, stupid bears and proud rabbits come out.
Just let those fancy little mushrooms follow.
We squatted on the leaves, remembering the beach, swimming fish and butterflies.
Memories of sunny days were washed away by rain again and again.
Then, we said: good night.
Let the birds disperse gradually, and we will slowly melt the lake.
Tomorrow will still be full of flowers. But at the moment, the night wind is raging.
The night wind jumped on our faces without restraint.
When we bow our heads happily
The sound of huge waves blew over us-it blew over us today.
lie
April is still here, and Sasha Bear and Mushroom Elephant arrive ahead of time.
From the forest in my heart. The sun rises slowly.
Spill it down. The sky is blue, and it is clearer and more transparent every day.
At this time, I can enjoy this happy time.
Under the white clouds, I thought of love, carriages, moonlight and flowers.
There is also the past (a cup of bitter wine, great sorrow).
The rabbit I love is also on the road, which coincides with spring.
I will feed her in my heart until she grows up.
Give her huge, bright, apple-like sweetness. Give her carrots.
The spring breeze is slow and sunny and warm.
Let my beloved voice face the fields, rivers, hills and smoke.
Leave all false feelings, false meanings and seemingly inseparable dangers.
We are bathed in our own truth, facing the windy Ma Pingchuan.
Happy and unrestrained, sad no way back.
Who dreams first?
order
Over the years, I have repeatedly
Use a rope
In and out of the same dream
You are not far away.
Watch me climb up and down quietly
What a poor child you say.
An old drawer locked everything in him.
Eyes exposed in cracks
Sneak into the outside world.
Timid, shy, uneasy, confused and full of hope.
One,
It's always like this.
The night began.
The lighted tobacco raised his right hand excitedly.
Circling smoke.
Irregular but clearly visible.
The ceiling is vertically downward.
Vertical downward
And fuzzy faces and flying stones.
You came down from above, too
Follow a twisted rope
My outstretched hand shrank back again.
All the attempts and ideas
Keep the troops where they are
When you hide in the wall again
Sneak into my skull
Maybe you can keep sliding.
Dive into a dream
now
I am my own drawer.
I locked myself up.
I miss the outside world.
It is spring everywhere.
The wings of butterflies are as big as wild flowers.
But they are all locked out.
Darkness does not pass through the chest.
Someone will always reserve a gap.
Let me get out of here
The empty drawer was put in the corner.
It is covered with dust.
The sigh disappeared in the night.
Just like many years ago.
The morning sun overflowed the distant branches and leaves.
Quiet, fragrant and stretched.
Mother holds the key.
Open the rusty lock yourself.
Second,
sometimes
I will avoid the crowd and bypass the illusion of entanglement.
Go up the rope.
Verbena grows on the rope.
Spring grows on flax in autumn.
It pulls me.
All the way to the other room
The walls are solid and cold.
Like an old man who has been widowed for many years
My heart is full of silent ice.
Shining spring
Die in this cold air.
Do you want to keep going up?
In fact, this is just an empty dream.
As long as you wake up, you can live in peace.
What shall we do? What shall we do?
In this cold despair
When poured into the skin
Someone appeared with a ladder.
Ah, this wonderful thing
God kissed my bone.
Time suddenly became very slow.
This intense concern
It hurts my ball.
How I long for the man who carries the ladder.
Can you sit down and chat with me?
Get the lost key back.
Unscrew the lock hole
Leave home, river bed, wheat field and face
We can drink or hug.
We are lonely and beautiful.
After all, I can't get around the entangled fantasy.
The house is still empty.
At the other end of the rope is another me.
Verbena in full bloom
It seems that this life is full of healthy ups and downs.
Third,
The one at the other end of the rope
Harvest countless empty afternoons with forbearance.
The silence of dusk, so pale
If you open the floodgate of memory at this time,
No matter how full the ideal is, it can't match life.
Sadness. Trapped in his bed in reality
Much like my drawer.
A cage in a dream
Locked my sadness, locked my happiness.
This incurable disease hidden deep in my heart
Herbs have become extinct.
I must listen to the light of the cold star.
Mixing words, mixing clocks and watches of nostalgia and memories.
Take it together
Then wait for another day like waiting for death.
How can you be so cold?
Abandon him in illness.
This person in the empty room, am I me?
Who is the man at the other end of the rope?
Is it me or him lying there?
Who is he? Who am I?
Am I still me without him?
Is he still him without me?
In the middle is a sharp dagger.
It will quickly open the earth's ancient uterus.
Where there are people, there is a conspiracy.
They are going to build a greenhouse deep in the womb.
There can be two different souls.
Someone will fertilize him, pick grass and kill insects.
Others will cut off the branches sticking out of the wall for him.
Obedient plants, straight and lush.
If a typhoon passes by,
Open the sealed roof before dawn.
Dull and monotonous is opened, and the sun and rain are as grand.
Am I still willing to omit the edges and corners?
Fourth,
don't worry
No one will deny everything because of this
It's like an edge polished by excessive care.
Because it existed.
Even if there is nothing, even if there is no meaning.
The window facing the crowd was opened.
Sunlight overflowed the street through the street trees on both sides.
I leaned out half a body.
Trying to get out of this solid and cold room.
At this moment, the doorbell was rung.
On the contrary, there are footsteps moving slowly overhead.
Last night's quarrel and abuse
I drew back half a warm body.
stiff
The river flowing with sunshine outside has become stiff.
Trees on both sides of the Taiwan Strait attract each other.
But no one wants to walk through my dream.
The man with the ladder didn't come.
You didn't come either.
Just standing in the distance, a looming figure.
Burnout. The thought of this word
I slipped down the rope on purpose
Go back to the original place. Lift the corner of the quilt pressed by elk.
Sit by the bed
Or lie back in your sleeping body.
Light a cigarette
Cover up all the truth and anxiety with fireworks.
Everything seems to be fine.
Those riverbeds overgrown with weeds
Tears impulsively make people full of joy.
This kind of happiness is really embarrassing.
Free to wear chains and wait for the train to pass by.
It's simple. The crossbar goes through the wall. It's loud.
Like a pistol being pulled off the trigger.
The bullet flew out.
Five,
Actually, I didn't do anything
At least everything I did was denied by you.
In an instant, we almost reached the finish line.
But the tracks began to break.
The shot bent over.
exceed one's expectation
This tired night will be so long.
In the lake in the distance
Those fish obsessed with starry sky and moonlight swam out of the water.
The rocks on the shore are loose, dumb and stubborn.
The man lying in bed has been silent.
I hope he can open his eyes.
Let your eyes cross the distant mountains and stop by my side.
Everything is hidden at this moment.
At night, the mirror turns black and the world is empty.
What a great opportunity! I want to have a heart-to-heart talk with him.
Talk about our love.
The weather is so bad, will she dry up because of it
This anxious topic
It is covered with rusty thoughts.
If the topic goes further,
I also want to talk to him about our family and relatives.
A kind woman who doesn't know how to get along.
Often bitten by a little anger.
And then cry to find their man.
We can also talk about our work.
I have been doing other people's business for nine years.
Be excluded, calculated, and guessed for no reason.
Be cared for, be friendly, and be regarded as one of our own.
Believe in the rain of life.
Will fall directly on everyone.
Should we talk about the future and abandon this dream?
All the drawers and chains have been opened.
The shiny rails extend out of sight.
Bullets can be nailed to the finish line loudly.
Six,
There is only a fragile piece of paper between dream and reality.
The rotting body was awakened by one hand.
Dawn is like a slightly bulging abdomen.
I want to go back where I can.
Toilet, an empty chair with an open mouth.
Wait for my emergency stop.
Cup, clock, telephone, an evergreen plant.
Parked next to the TV in the living room
Time will never stop, and there will always be endless commodities.
Leave with an aging and transparent morning
Rough heartbeat and loneliness at night
In the morning sunshine and spring breeze, it becomes thinner and thinner.
Silence. Keep your nose clean.
I suddenly hate these two words.
Although I hate my uselessness.
Those who are active in the morning market
Makes me feel more intimate. A bankrupt who was defeated all the way.
Torture yourself with lies
Like dust emerging in the morning light, abandoned
Ghosts. Like a warm current being tampered with by thieves.
Old wounds can't heal.
They remained silent after three minutes of dizziness at noon.
The vegetable market is near Cross Street.
The swaying head abandoned the darkness.
The heavy metal percussion music abandoned a corner of the sky.
The rainstorm at dusk suddenly came.
Once again, I was lost in an empty talk feast.
The lesion will never be removed.
Rainstorm washed the world, but not the soul.
I need to sleep between midnight.
Same as last time.
The smoke gradually dispersed. The ceiling is vertically downward.
Can't avoid vague faces.
A flying stone. You came down from above again.
Follow a twisted rope