Character profile
Liu Shahe, formerly known as Yu Xuntan, is a contemporary poet from Jintang, Sichuan. He was born on November 11, 1931 in Chengdu. In 1935, he moved back to his hometown on Huaishu Street, Chengxiang Town. . He studied classical Chinese since he was a child and wrote classical Chinese essays. In 1947, he entered the senior high school of Chengdu Provincial Middle School and switched to New Literature. In 1949, he entered the Department of Agricultural Chemistry of Sichuan University and became more diligent in writing. After the founding of the People's Republic of China, he successively served as editor of the supplement of "Peasant News" in western Sichuan, creative member of Sichuan Federation of Literary and Art Circles, editor of "Stars" poetry magazine, and director of the fourth session of the Chinese Writers Association. Later, he specialized in creation at the Sichuan Branch of the Chinese Writers Association. He is the author of poetry collections "Farewell to Mars" and "Liusha River Poetry Collection". In 1950, he served as supplement editor of "West Sichuan Peasant Newspaper". In 1952, he was transferred to the Sichuan Federation of Literary and Art Circles and served successively as creative writer, editor of "Sichuan Masses" and editor of "Stars". After 1957, he worked in various jobs in Chengdu and studied various schools of thought in his spare time. In 1966, he was wrongly convicted as a rightist and was escorted back to his hometown in Jintang, where he worked to make a living and stayed in prison for 12 years. In 1978, he worked as a librarian at the Jintang County Cultural Center. He came back to publish his works in 1979. At the end of the year, he was transferred back to Sichuan Federation of Literary and Art Circles and served as editor of "Stars". Director of the Chinese Writers Association and vice chairman of the Sichuan Writers Association. He has been writing full-time since 1985 and has published 20 works.
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Character Overview
Liusha River has long been famous throughout the country together with the "Big Poisonous Weed" and "Grass and Trees". Now, Liushahe meets readers again together with his new poems.
Liushahe’s original name was Yu Xuntan, a native of Jintang County, Sichuan, born in 1931. As early as before liberation, when he was studying in Chengdu No. 2 Middle School, he was a young man who pursued the bright and loved literature. He joined the progressive student group "October Reading Club" and published articles in progressive newspapers. He was 17 years old when New China was founded and was studying in the Department of Agricultural Chemistry of Sichuan University. He hated his landlord family and was determined to break away from it and live independently. He dropped out of school and went to the mountains to become a primary school teacher.
Liu Shahe's literary talent was valued by the party. Recommended by the writer Xirong, he was transferred to work at the "Western Sichuan Peasant Newspaper". In 1952, he transferred to the Sichuan Federation of Literary and Art Circles to engage in professional creation. At this time, he was already a member of the Youth League. With his innocent heart, he wrote many poems praising the party and Chairman Mao.
In January 1957, four young poets including Liu Shahe and Bai Hang founded the poetry magazine "Stars" in Chengdu. The first issue published Liushahe's "Grass and Trees" written by Liushahe and other authors of various genres, which made it stand out across the country and was very popular among readers.
At the beginning of the "anti-rightist campaign", "Xingxing" was accused of being an "anti-party publication", and "Grass and Trees" was the most poisonous "big poisonous weed". The naive Liushahe thought it was just a misunderstanding and ran to Xi'an to take shelter. Soon he was ordered to return to Chengdu to accept criticism, and then he was labeled as a "big rightist" (at the age of 25!), and was sent to the Federation of Literary and Art Circles to supervise labor and work as a "negative teacher."
When he was "sheltering" from the wind in Xi'an, the Chengdu Sichuan Opera Troupe was performing in the city. One day, a group of young Sichuan opera actresses were visiting Lishan Mountain. Suddenly someone exclaimed: "Look! That person walking with his head hanging up is Liushahe!" Pairs of eyes looked at him, and one pair couldn't take them back for a long time: Unexpectedly, "Crazy attack on the party" "The Liusha River is actually a pitiful young man! She felt sympathy for him. Later, she learned about Liushahe's character from an old writer, and felt even more wronged by him. She tried to get close to him and give him some comfort.
This actress was He Jie who later became the poet's wife.
The "Cultural Revolution" was about to begin, and when newspapers were naming and criticizing "Sanjia Village", he was escorted back to his hometown, Chengxiang Town, Jintang County. The only person who saw him off was He Jie. She felt sorry for him. She loved him even more - loved his temperament, loved his personality, to the point of being crazy.
Returning to his hometown for labor reform, Liushahe worked as a sawyer, using a big saw to saw logs into boards. Three months later, He Jie suddenly appeared in front of him. At that time, being able to divorce a "rightist" was considered "lucky", but she gave up her job and came to the county town from Chengdu. She was not unaware of the hardships of being the wife of such a man, especially a scary person like Liushahe, but she was determined to be with him forever.
The seventh day of the seventh lunar month in 1966 was their wedding day; outside the door were armed militiamen carrying bayonets and guns, and there was not a single guest in the house; Liushahe’s mother made a small bowl of braised pork. A family of three gathered around a small table to celebrate the happy event.
Working as house washers and nannies, the wife tries her best to help her husband and make their family survive. The child was about to be born, with a big belly, standing side by side with her husband and being criticized by the "rebels"; after the child was born, he was carried on the mother's back and was beaten. His son Kunkun "joined the workforce" at the age of 6 and followed his father to work in a wood factory. At this time, Liushahe could no longer pull a big saw and was as skinny as firewood. He was only qualified to be a "knocker" who nailed wooden boxes. Kunkun helps his father, and a 6-year-old child can actually earn more than a dime a day! The child loves sweets, but his parents cannot afford sugar, so they use saccharin to make water for him to drink. The innocent child said: "When we get rich, can we eat a lot of saccharin?" The parents were heartbroken after hearing this, and cried bitterly while holding their children. In order to give his son some joy, Liushahe would often lie on the bed and let his son "ride a horse" after returning home after being criticized for a day.
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Life story
He began publishing works in 1948 when he was in high school. In the early 1950s, he began to write poetry as an editor.
In 1956, he published his first collection of poems, "Rural Nocturnes". "Stars" In January 1957, he participated in the founding of the poetry magazine "Stars" and published the prose poem "Grass and Trees", which attracted the attention of the poetry and literary circles. However, the latter was soon openly criticized and was considered to be "standing on the standpoint of a class that has been eliminated" and "a challenge to the people". As a result, he was labeled as a rightist and sent back to his place of origin to work. He returned to the literary world at the end of the 1970s, still focusing on poetry, describing his past life encounters and psychological experiences, which were later collected into "Liusha River Poetry Collection" (1982), "Farewell to My Hometown" (1983), and "Traveling" (1983). wait. "Six Odes of Hometown" won the title of National Outstanding New Poetry from 1979 to 1980.
Famous for his talent, respected for his innocence, and loved for his humility, this is the famous poet Liushahe (Yu Xuntan) in people's minds. In recent years, Liushahe's thoughts have become more and more popular. Toward liberal democratic values. "Ideal" was selected from Chinese textbooks
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Character's current situation
Liu Shahe once made a name for himself in the Chinese poetry circle and was well-known at home and abroad. Ten years ago, my husband suddenly "changed his mind" and abandoned poetry for composition. He encouraged cross-strait cultural exchanges and created a whirlpool that attracted worldwide attention. In recent years, things have suddenly become turbulent again, and for a while, cultural people are asking about his "flow". The literary circle of the Shu Kingdom simply disappeared from the shadow of his skinny figure, his irresistible humility, and his humor that made people laugh and talk whenever he pleased.
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Personal appearance
Mr. Liushahe is over 80 years old. He is 1.7 meters tall and weighs only over 90 kilograms. How can he be "thin"? Is the word good? His appearance is easily reminiscent of the date trees after frost or the remaining lotuses in the autumn pond. Time flies by and makes people grow old. My husband's temples are already as frosty as frost, but his eyes are still wise and profound, and his expression is still calm and detached. Mr. Wang's speech is vast, elegant and popular, both solemn and humorous. The quality of his humor can be described as a masterpiece, spanning five thousand years and tens of thousands of miles, quoting from classics, "quiet" from morning to night.
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Writings and works
Mr. "Zhuangzi Modern Edition" was born in Chengdu, Sichuan on November 11, 1931. He studied ancient Chinese at a young age. Write classical Chinese essays. In 1947, he entered the senior high school of Chengdu Provincial Middle School. In 1949, he entered the Department of Agricultural Chemistry of Sichuan University. In 1952, he was transferred to the Sichuan Federation of Literary and Art Circles and served successively as a creative writer and editor of the poetry magazines "Sichuan Masses" and "Stars". During the "anti-rightist" movement in 1957, Chairman Mao personally called out "Grass and Trees" for "the false name of a hundred flowers blooming, but the reality is that it is just throwing away dead rats." Liushahe was criticized and criticized throughout the country, and subsequently underwent various types of "reform through labor" (building roads during the day, sawing wood, and being criticized in the evening) for a total of 20 years.
In 1979, he was transferred back to the Sichuan Provincial Federation of Literary and Art Circles. He has been writing full-time since 1985, and has successively published "Jaw Tooth Mark Record", "Solo", "Twelve Middle-aged Poets in Taiwan" and "Essays on Liusha River" "Liusha River Poetry Collection", "Farewell to My Hometown", "Travel", "Modern Edition of Zhuangzi", "Mr. Y's Quotations" and other works. So far, 22 kinds of works have been published, including novels, poems, poetic theories, essays, translated novels, and research monographs. But he impressed us.
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Origin of pen name
Mr.’s original name is Yu Xuntan. The word "Liusha" in "Liusha River" is taken from "Shang Shu· "Yu Gong" is bounded by the sea in the east and quicksand in the west. Because Chinese people are accustomed to using three characters in their names, "river" was added to the name.
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Comment on the work
The collection of Mr. Y’s 400 exquisite essays, "Mr. Y’s Quotations", is truly a masterpiece. into an article. Mr. is a rare living dictionary, unconventional, well-spoken and well-reasoned. The widely circulated "Modern Edition of Zhuangzi" is evidence of this, which fully reflects his scholarly style.
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Performance of the Talented Man
Mr.’s walking gait is different from that of ordinary people. He seems to be a little unable to touch the ground, giving people a sense of elegance, but She's not the ecstatic kind, her body is as thin as a kite. The kite flies high in the blue sky, gently and diffusely, attracting people to look up. Mr. Wang only traveled to Sichuan a limited number of times in his life, and the farthest one was to Yugoslavia. Although his footsteps have not been far, although he is over seventy years old, he is enough to assume the title of an "old talent". He writes articles with great talent, wit, humor, irony and even cunning, which can be seen everywhere in the words.
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Hobbies
In his spare time, Mr. likes to raise trees. His house is covered with various small trees, but there is no pot of flowers. The tallest one was an oak tree, and he seemed quite proud of it. The oak tree stood in front of the window, blocking him from the dust and sounds of the city. When the sun came out, his desk was filled with swaying leaf shadows.
Mr. has a strong preference for the dishes from his hometown. He praised the inscription on the wall of a Sichuan restaurant in Chengdu: "Food is the most important thing for the people, and food is the mainstay of the people. It is praised by the people for its high quality and low price." White meat mixed with minced garlic, stir-fried pork liver with kidneys, you can eat it as soon as you sit down. The diced chicken is called Kung Pao, the tofu is called Huainan, and the braised pork slices with crispy rice are fried loudly and the whole house is full of joy..." Highly praised. When friends came from far away, such as the Taiwanese poet Yu Guangzhong, they entertained the guests with sesame-seed pancakes, steamed beef, and couple's lung slices, etc. The host and guest enjoyed themselves and never forgot them.
Mr. Y also said in "Mr. Y's Quotes": "In spring, there are wild spinach, Chinese toon mixed with tender beans, summer jelly, sour cowpea stir-fried minced beef, autumn pickled sea pepper, and dry stir-fried dog claw beans. Oh, pickled vegetables in winter, and braised bacon with black bean paste." The readers are drooling.
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Unique behavior
My husband likes to meditate at home and likes to read. In addition, he also encourages juniors and supports newcomers, and basically refuses to socialize. Often in the state of spring silkworms spinning silk, they pour out every word and pearl for the treasure house of Chinese literature. The vicissitudes of life have not dried up this river. On the contrary, it is filled with extremely clear and pure water, quietly flowing into the endless river of our national cultural history with its own unique flow direction.
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Selected Poems
Ideal, what a tempting word! Only when human beings have ideals can the world continue to move forward; because you and I have ideals, we can continue to work towards the established goals.
What is the ideal? After reading this poem, you may have a new understanding of the connotation of ideals.
Ideal
Liusha River
Ideal is a stone, knocking out a spark;
Ideal is a fire, igniting an extinguished lamp;
Ideal is a lamp, lighting up the road at night;
Ideal is a road, leading you to dawn.
In an era of hunger and cold, the ideal is food and clothing;
In an era of food and clothing, the ideal is civilization.
In an era of chaos, the ideal is stability;
In an era of stability, the ideal is prosperity.
Ideals are like pearls, one connected to the other.
Threading through the past and present, they string together the future, and their gleaming light is endless.
A beautiful string of pearls, the backbone of history,
The past reflects on the present, the present reflects on the future, and the ancestors reflect on the descendants.
Ideal is a compass, guiding the direction of the ship;
Ideal is a ship, carrying you on a long journey to the sea.
But sometimes the ideal is like the arc of the sea and the sky kissing each other.
It is just out of reach, torturing your enterprising heart.
Ideals make you observe life with a smile;
Ideals make you stubbornly resist fate.
Ideals make you forget your premature gray hair;
Ideals make you still naive when your hair is gray.
Ideal is an alarm clock, crushing your golden dream;
Ideal is soap, washing away your selfish heart.
Ideal is both a kind of gain,
Ideal is also a kind of sacrifice.
If ideals bring you honor,
it is just a by-product of it,
but more importantly, it brings misunderstood loneliness,< /p>
The laughter in loneliness, the bitterness in laughter.
Ideals make loyal people often suffer misfortune;
Ideals make unfortunate people survive in desperate situations.
Ordinary people become great because they have ideals;
A person with ideals is a "capital person".
There are always people in the world who abandon their ideals,
Ideals never abandon anyone.
To give sinners new life, the ideal is the resurrecting fairy grass;
To call the prodigal son back, the ideal is the loving mother.
If your ideal has been tarnished, there is no need to be resentful.
That is the devil testing your steadfastness;
If your ideal has been stolen, there is no need to cry.
Go find it quickly and be careful in the future!
A hero loses his ideals and turns into a mediocre person,
boasting about his achievements in the past;
A mediocre person loses his ideals and turns into a mediocre person all his life.
Cursing the situation in front of him ridiculously.
Ideal for flowering, peaches and plums will bear sweet fruits;
Ideal for budding, elms and poplars will have deep shade.
Please ride on your ideal horse and set off with a whip.
The spring scenery is just right on the road and the sun is sunny in the sky.
The article "Ideal" is now in the People's Education Press, Lesson 2, Unit 2, Volume 1, Chinese Language Textbook for Middle School Students
Mid-Autumn Festival
Liusha River
< p>The paper window is bright, and I go to the factory.Sawing large logs barefoot and naked.
The sound is sonorous and the rhythm is melodious.
I love him for being ruthless and ruthless,
supporting my family of four;
hate him for being ruthless and ruthless,
devouring my prime years. .
After gnawing on spring, gnawing on summer,
When I return home in the evening, I suddenly smell the fragrance of osmanthus.
Tonight is the Mid-Autumn Festival.
Ask your good wife to come to the window and look at the moon.
My wife said that the moonlight is indeed beautiful.
It’s time to wash clothes again tomorrow morning.
It’s better to go to bed early!
That's the cricket
Liusha River
Mr. Y from Taiwan said: "Overseas, when I hear crickets chirping at night, I just One would have thought it was the one heard in the Sichuan countryside.
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That’s the cricket
The steel wings beat in the golden wind
Jumped across the strait
From the sky above Taipei Landing quietly
Landing in your yard
Singing every night
That’s the cricket
In "Bin Feng·Qi" Sung in "Moon"
Sung in "Tang Feng·Cricket"
Sung in "Nineteen Ancient Poems"
Sung in Mulan's Sung by the loom
Sung in Jiang Kui's words
The laborer has heard it
The thinking woman has heard it
That's it That cricket
sung on the post road in the mountains
sung on the beacon tower of the Great Wall
sung in the hotel patio
I sang it among the weeds on the battlefield
I heard it in isolation
I heard it in wounded soldiers
It was that cricket
Sing in your memory
Sing in my memory
Sing the surprises of childhood
Sing the loneliness of middle age
Thinking of carved bamboo cages
Thinking of lamps and fences
Thinking of moon cakes
Thinking of sweet-scented osmanthus
Thinking of pomegranate fruit full of pearls
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Thinking of the flying yellow leaves in my hometown
Thinking of the remaining lotuses in the wild pond
Thinking of the wild geese flying south
Thinking of the piles of haystacks in the fields< /p>
Thinking of my mother calling us to go back and put on more clothes
Thinking of how many years passed by secretly
It was that cricket
On the other side of the strait Singing
Singing on this side of the strait
Singing in an alley in Taipei
Singing in a village in Sichuan
Every time Wherever the Chinese leave their footprints
Sing everywhere
More monotonous than the most monotonous music
More harmonious than the most harmonious sound
Condensed into water
It is dewdrops
Burns into light
It is firefly
Becomes a bird
It’s the partridge
It’s the cricket that sings outside your window
You are listening
You are missing
I am listening
I am chanting
You should guess what I am chanting< /p>
I will guess what you are thinking
Chinese people have Chinese mentality
Chinese people have Chinese ears
My home
Liusha River
Who is coming to the deserted garden!
The paths are speckled with moss
The golden wind sends fallen leaves,< /p>
Floating to the window, they are like debt collectors.
The charming girl who is out of school returns from herding geese.
The poor boy is picking wild vegetables.
A good wife sits under the eaves,
Mending my torn shoes with every stitch.
I have no intention of admiring the red autumn flowers,
Poor and humble couples are saddened by everything.
My neighbor
Liusha River
The neighbor's face is full of spring,
Invite me as a guest every night.
Full of complaints,
full of alcohol,
treat me very affectionately.
Recently, I rebelled and became an official.
A sudden look of autumn came over my face.
Exposed my "poison",
Criticized my "restoration",
The friendship was severed.
His puppy is too confused,
still wagging its tail and licking its tongue at me.
I said not to do this, but
it didn’t understand.
There was a language barrier.
Beggars
Liusha River
Who is calling outside the door?
Henan elders fled to beg for food.
"We are not bad people!"
Took out the ID from his arms.
The east family brought leftover soup, and the west family brought old rice.
My son learned to read beggar in English,
This time I saw it with my own eyes.
Ashamed of my incompetence as a scholar,
I dare to be angry but dare not speak.
Hu'er sent cold sweet potatoes,
I was ashamed to see my father, so I closed the door and sighed
Coaxing the child
Liusha River
Dad has become a cow in the shed,
Today he has become a horse in the family.
Laughing and kneeling on the bed, crawling on all fours,
My dear, come and ride a horse!
Dad will support you in guerrilla warfare.
Do you think it’s fun or not?
There is freedom in a small hut.
Once the door is closed, the world is at home.
Don’t run to the door.
Go to the door and someone scolds you.
It’s only your father’s fault for causing trouble.
My dear, please whip me!
Cactus
Liusha River
She does not want to use flowers to flatter her master,
covered her body with bayonets.
< p>The master drove her out of the garden,and did not give her water.
In the wild,
In the desert,
< p>She lives,reproduces children...
Luoyang Ancient Stele
Liusha River
On the base of the stele there is The dog takes a nap
The monument is covered with dust
On the left side of the monument selling mutton soup
On the right side of the monument selling roasted sweet potatoes
Lonely and exposed The sun
The ancient stele stands to welcome visitors from afar
The smile is so sad
The smile is so bitter
The guests from far away read the inscription respectfully
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Listen to the shameful statement in traditional Chinese characters
Speaking of Confucius entering the Zhou Dynasty to ask for rites
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