Pen name: Gu Feng.
Gender: male
Date of birth: 1923
Ethnic group: Mongolian
Formerly known as stone. Dingxiang people in Shanxi. ** * party member. 1943 was admitted to the Foreign Languages Department of Northwest University, majoring in Russian. 1946 was arrested by the Kuomintang government for participating in the democratic student movement and sentenced to two years in prison. After 1949, he served as academic secretary of the research office of Renmin University, member of the Party Committee of the Political Department directly under the Northeast Air Force and director of the Cultural and Educational Office, member of the Party Committee of People's Literature Publishing House, executive deputy editor of China Literature, editor of Historical Materials of New Literature, and people. 1995, Hu Feng was classified as a counter-revolutionary in Hu Feng's case, and he was imprisoned for two years until 1979. Published works 65438 to 0940. Now he is the vice president of Chinese Poetry Association and the honorary member of Chinese Writers Association.
Introduction to current creation
Author of Colorful Life, Motherland, Before Motherland, Hot Springs, Love and Song, Earthworms and Feathers, Selected Lyrics of Han Niu, etc. 10 in this poem; Seven collections of essays, such as Childhood Pastoral and China's Prose Collection Han Niu Volume; There are also poems, poetry notes and sleepwalking. In recent years, Han Niu's poems have been edited and published in Japan and South Korea.
award-winning work
Mourning for a Maple Tree won the literary creation award 198 1-1982, and Hot Springs won the national excellent new poetry collection award.
Introduction to poetry anthology
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.
The root of Phyllostachys pubescens
On the dry barren hills,/on the hot soil/as hard as stone,/on the broken bamboo roots/there is a trace of water. Oh, where does the water from the roots of Phyllostachys pubescens come from? The roots of Phyllostachys pubescens,/deep underground,/penetrate the hard loess,/bypass the hidden rocks,/cross the tangled grassroots world,/twists and turns, and have been exploring/far below the mountain .../Oh, I'm really a little confused:/The roots of Phyllostachys pubescens/How do I know/There is a small lake with rippling blue waves under the withered mountain? Is it/is it that the small lake heard/is it that the roots of Phyllostachys pubescens are breathing hard/is it that they are constantly calling/gathering roots from all directions/singing softly?
The Serpent's Egg
On the barren hills and slopes/we cultivated/dug a/winding cave/stinking/feathers piled up/skinny/there are a dozen/snow-white eggs/beautiful as cocoons/skin-like elasticity/but it feels/cold/cold/cold. Oh, snake eggs are broken/splashed/bright red in these snow-white eggs/eggshells.
Huge root block
Behind the village/on the rolling hills/year after year/when the dense bushes come in late autumn/children waving firewood knives/clicking/destroying them/leaving only short and bald stumps and shrubs/years old, year after year/struggling for decades/half a year, they didn't grow into big trees/shrubs/breathing only by short and bald stumps/although they feel oppressed and miserable/they are not willing to be suffocated by the tenacious life of shrubs/in the deep underground/condensed.
South China tiger
I saw a tiger in Guilin/the zoo. I was crowded in the chattering crowd/separated by two bars/looked at the tiger in the cage/looked for a long time/but never saw it/the tiger's colorful face/flaming eyes. The tiger in the pet/with his back to the timid and desperate audience,/lying peacefully in the corner,/someone stoned it/someone yelled at it/someone tried to persuade it/it ignored anything! Long, thick tail/fluttering,/Oh, tiger, tiger in cage,/Have you ever dreamed of the vast forest? /Is the humiliating heart twitching? /or do you want to beat those poor and ridiculous audiences with your tail?
Your strong legs/spread out in all directions,/I saw your toes and claws/all broken,/with thick blood! /Are your toes/claws tied/hinged alive? /or because of sadness/you used the same broken teeth/(I heard that your teeth were sawed off with an old hacksaw)/I crushed them with blood ... I saw the blood ditch in the iron cage/on the gray cement wall/as dazzling as lightning! I finally understand .../I left the zoo in shame,/I heard a rock-breaking roar in a trance,/an unruly soul/flew over my head/flew away,/I saw fiery stripes/fiery eyes,/and huge broken/bleeding toes and claws!