Members include Xin Di, Chen, Tang Qi, Tang Shu, Mu Dan, Du, Yuan Kejia, Hang Youhe, Fang Jing, Mo Luo, Jin Kemu, Xu Chi, Li Baifeng, Mars, Fang, Yang He, Lv Lianggeng and Cao Xinzhi.
Among them, Cao Xinzhi, Xin Di, Chen, Tang Qi, Tang Shu, Du, Mu Dan and Yuan Kejia published Nine Leaves Collection on 198 1, hence the name.
Mu Dan, the most famous poet of Jiuye Poetry School (1918-1977), was originally named Cha Liang Zheng, a famous poet and poetry translator. . His main works are: Expedition (1945), Mu Dan's Poems (1939- 1945), Qi (1947) and Mu Dan's Poems.
-Mu Dan's story is endless about disaster, silent love, eagle flying in the sky, dry eyes looking forward to tears, and immovable gray ranks crawling in the distant sky; I have too many words and too long feelings. I want to hug you with desolate deserts, bumpy roads, mule carts, trough boats, wild flowers and rainy weather. You, people I see everywhere, people living in shame, people with rickets, I want to hug you one by one with blood-stained hands, because a nation has risen. The strong concern for the fate of the country and people inspires us, and we are often lost in our own small world. When we pick up a shell and catch a caterpillar, it will cause a burst of joy. It seems that the world already belongs to us, but we are trapped by a hazy cloud. -Turn it over and jump. Today, in our hands, we will not sigh easily. The falling of a star and the breaking of an eggshell indicate some worries in the future and point out the way forward for us. Because of the changes in their lives, they have filled in many rugged bumps, led us to a new world-a world outside our own, and thought about the significance of life in the times and history. Mu Dan, we hope that we can have a hope and then humiliate, suffer, struggle and die. Because we are brave in our bright blood, but in the center of courage: we hope we can have a hope. It says: I'm not beautiful, but I won't cheat again, because in despair we see so many dead people with tears in their eyes. _ When years of pain end in silent death, all we expect is a promise, but it is just a void. We only know that before happiness comes, we are just ancestors of human beings, and we want to open up new points in the nameless darkness, but there is a long-standing shame at this starting point: cold stabbing the bones of the dead will ruin our lives, and we only hope to have a hope as revenge. Zheng Min, I have never felt so deeply calm as I felt from the posture of a tree. No matter when I woke up from that thought, my eyes met him standing in the same posture, and the stars moved between his arms. Under his gaze, the stream flowed slowly, birds came and went in his chest, and he prayed forever. Meditation seems to grow on eternal and quiet land. Golden rice in Zheng Min stands in the autumn field after harvest. I think of countless tired mothers. On the way to dusk, I saw that beautiful face full of wrinkles. The full moon on the harvest day is at the top of the towering tree at dusk. In the distant mountains, there is no sculpture around our hearts that is more silent and bears great fatigue. You bow your head in this distant autumn field and meditate silently. Silence. History is just a river flowing under your feet, and you, standing there, will become an idea of mankind. Yuan Kejia, Advocate of the Modernization of New Poetry 1947-3-30 Tianjin Ta Kung Pao Literature and Art Weekly published the Modernization of New Poetry-Seeking New Tradition.