Gao Chang's Literary Newspaper

More than ten years ago, Gao Chang published a large number of poems in the name of Gao Xinchang, which attracted the attention of Zhao Yan earth poetry circles. His early works sang a young poet's love for his motherland, hometown, countryside and father and brother in a simple and fresh style. With the growth of age, Gao Chang's poetic style gradually matured. In addition to the glory of Zhao Yan, it is more important to have a profound life experience of pain and sound pain. The sharpness of the bone of poetry is a concrete portrayal of his personality and a poetic and sad attitude towards life.

After Gao Chang 1989 graduated from the writers' class of Hebei University, his poems and comments were published in major poetry newspapers and periodicals all over the country. Such as < < Poetry Magazine >>, < < Green Wind >>, < < Star >>, < < Poetry >>, < < Yellow River Poetry >>, < People's Daily >>, < China Youth Daily >>/kloc-0. Yang Guangzhi's << is impressive >> A book is a collection of excellent poems in the past 50 years, and three poems by Gao Chang are selected.

Gao Chang's satirical poems are the formal form of contemporary poetry. For this reason, Green Wind Poetry Magazine took out a large number of pages in the second issue 1998 and the fifth issue 1999 to introduce his representative works, all of which were the works of famous cartoonists such as Wang Fuyang.

Gao Chang's poems are clear and simple; It is a magnificent flower in the soil; Some are peonies, some are roses, some are crops in the field, and some are fragrant grass ... and Gao Chang is an unpretentious and even silly poet. If he walks on a rural road, people will think he is a farmer, and some people will regard him as a migrant worker in the city. Yes, Gao Chang is a descendant of farmers and a young poet who moved from Hebei to the whole country. He often can't find the north in crowded cities.

Wandering in Beijing, I have been working in China Culture Newspaper, making wedding dresses for others with my sincerity and love for life. In his spare time, he mourns the rhythm of his life alone in a small room. Every poem is the scar of his voice of life, and every sentence is the lightning of his soul. & gt