This celebrity model is the famous writer and poet Ming Peng. There is a recent photo of him in the photo frame, which reads:
Ming Peng, a native of Baishui, Shaanxi, 1958. Visiting professor at more than ten universities at home and abroad, including Xinjiang University, Yan 'an University, Xi International Studies University and Xi Foreign Affairs College. He has published more than 80 literary monographs, including anthologies, anthologies, literary theories, poems, essays, novels, reviews and reportage, totaling more than 60 million words. Among them, 365 love poems, Ming Peng's love poems, Ming Peng's classic love poems, autumn night listening to the wind, wonderful poems, mother in my heart, because I love you, the capital love poems, farewell to the beautiful Jiaohe Lake, Ming Peng's lyric poems, Ming Peng's long poems, Ming Peng's documentary literature, declared war on poverty. His creative activities have also attracted the attention of literary circles. His research materials include 12-volume Collection of Ming Peng Studies, and his biography is included in the Who's Who in the World and other classic works in the United States and Britain. Since 2000, I have purchased various books worth 3,654,380,000 yuan with my own payment, donated them to domestic university libraries for free, and donated more than 300,000 yuan to build Hope Primary School in my hometown. Donated more than 30,000 yuan to buy 20 electronic keyboards and a set of campus broadcasting equipment for our school.
When I got home, I said to my husband, "I didn't expect you to have such a great writer in Baishui." How come I haven't heard of it for so many years? "
My husband said, "Ming Peng? I know him, his brother, I don't know which brother, and my high school classmate. So famous? Really? I only know that he is an officer in Tongchuan. "
I said, "You don't believe me? Let me show you! "
It's really blooming inside the wall and red outside the wall. It is so famous outside that we don't even know it a mile away. Haha, I am ashamed that I have been derailed from literature for a long time.
Out of love for my hometown and admiration for literary masters, I first searched the Internet for some information about Ming Peng and his works.
Until the beginning of October1April, I started a new Sina blog. In the novel, I take time to enjoy the blogs of some literary celebrities every day, which is regarded as learning, and it seems that I have got my hands on literature again, which has something to do with literature.
Because of Mr. Shen Junfeng, I visited many blogs of Anhui writers.
Because of Mr. Wang Yuewen, I visited many blogs of Hunan writers.
Because of Mo Yan, I visited many blogs of Shandong writers. ...
One day, I suddenly thought, I am from Shaanxi, why not browse some blogs of Shaanxi writers? Learn more about local culture.
Then, I remembered the writer Ming Peng. In this way, among many Ming Peng blogs, I focused on the Sina blog of "Ming Peng's Poetic Life" and got a deeper understanding of him from his own words and those of his admirers.
The next day, I found that he paid a return visit to me and paid attention to my blog, which made my blog colorful and many scholars followed. Because he has collected my blog posts successively, such as Fool's Dream, Joy of Marriage, Missing You More than Meeting You, Dandelion-Introduction to Ying Jiao's Family Style Prose, Meeting Celebrities and Ninja Style, and he also likes my blog posts, such as Medal, Reporter Ruth and Collection of Ying Jiao's Ancient Poems.
These works that I have been ashamed to take out have been collected by literary masters, which makes me extremely surprised and encouraged. What a rare honor and precious recognition!
Seeing his notice of paying attention to my blog, I chose Qiu Jia as a blogger. When I was filling in the postscript, I hesitated and posted my word "Yulouchun". Hometown ":
Fuji apple is the best in the world, and Du Kang wine is fragrant in Kyushu.
The hieroglyphics of Cang Xie and Wen Zu have been civilized in China for thousands of years.
All walks of life should develop, and Linhao Lake is the pearl of Weibei.
Looking north at the tallest tree in the world, there is a home in front of Yuntai Mountain.
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I thought at that time, if he was really Ming Peng himself, I would know my origin from the content of this word.
As soon as I entered the blog the next morning, I saw his reply and asked where my hometown was in Tongchuan. Where the hell is Baishui now? And said he was familiar with both places.
After I answered them in detail, I received his mobile phone number when I went online again, and I boldly said, "You can call and send text messages at any time." No celebrity left me a phone number. I can't believe it. I quickly returned my mobile phone number and number to him.
Because the internet speed was poor during that time, the blog was clicked for a long time and kept loading. I can't see anything on the white screen for several minutes. It's hard for me to read the blog "Ming Peng's Poetic Life" carefully again. Because of my inferiority, I tried to call him several times, but I finally gave up the idea. I was afraid that I wouldn't know what to say after dialing, and I would become stuttering and silent, and then I would fall into awkward greetings, hang up and regret. Although it is difficult for him to make a name for himself, he is a celebrity he has never met. One heaven, one underground, where is the same language? Although the husband repeatedly said, "Just ask where his brother is now? Contact old classmates I haven't seen for years. " But I think it is more appropriate to look at his works carefully and ask questions later.
However, one afternoon a few days later, when I received a phone call, I saw that it was Mr. Ming Peng, and I quickly connected the phone. I was still in shame and awe, and I didn't know how to speak at that time. I heard the vigorous Baishui dialect calling my name affectionately from my mobile phone. I suddenly became less nervous, as comfortable as receiving a phone call from a relative.
Teacher Ming Peng first mentioned Zhoujiagou, a small mountain village where I was born and raised, and said that he 1976 had been there and knew several people in our village very well. I'm surprised.
It is not difficult to see from his Pu 'er Road, Poetic Korla, The Pearl of the Frontier and Beautiful Tamboura that Teacher Ming Peng has visited more than 60 countries and regions for cultural exchange or visiting scholars, and is often invited to the border of the motherland. But he still clearly remembers the small mountain village more than 30 years ago, which even the head of the village can't remember. Now it has been dismembered and merged into another village, nicknamed "Gully".
I was even more surprised when I heard Mr. Ming Peng talking about everything around the village. It was so familiar and true!
Then we mentioned my, my middle school alma mater, and he actually named the old headmaster of that year! I grew up there for 18 years until I left high school, but if someone asks me the name of the old headmaster, I guess it will take half a day to remember. I marvel at his memory again, which shows that he has never forgotten his past, and he is a forgetful person.
Then we mentioned my alma mater in technical secondary school, and he immediately asked if it was the one behind the outer court. I'm really excited! Some people actually remember that little-known school, which is located in the middle of a city with many colleges and universities like Xi 'an. All alumni only allow themselves to scold thousands of sentences every day, and others are not allowed to damage half a sentence. I know that Mr Ming Peng is a visiting professor in a foreign hospital, but I am surprised that he remembers to change schools.
Naturally, I mentioned that I was once considered an iron rice bowl. Although there is no rice in the bowl, I still stick to the unit that refused to let go for many years. He said, "Oh? That factory, I know. Government-owned collectively-owned enterprises are not state-owned enterprises ... "
Hearing this, my mood at that time was more than admiration and wonder!
For so many years, I seldom mentioned this place that shattered my dreams, because no one knew it, and it was useless to talk about it. I have to explain for a long time, and others may not understand.
Later, the topic turned to my present life and my children's study. He said, "The road is much better now. You can take the road around the lake to go home. Flat and close, right in front of my house ... "
So far, there are only a handful of people who are familiar with my mother's family and my husband's village at the same time, and there are only a handful of people who have read my articles, and they are all celebrities. Only Ming Peng is a teacher.
During the call, I verified the rumors on the Internet. He has completed more than 80 monographs, including novels, poems, essays, literary theories, literary criticism, reportage and so on. He said that when he was 60 years old, he closed his pen and founded Ming Peng College of Literature. At present, he is writing a novel with more than one million words at the urging of the publishing house, and he has probably written half of it.
Speaking of his third brother, my husband's classmates, and his fourth brother who developed in his hometown, I can hear that he is also proud of his younger brother. Finally, he encouraged me to continue to write well.
Unconsciously, I have been talking for nearly half an hour. Throughout the conversation, I talked about each other's hometown. It's easy-going and natural, and it doesn't make me feel a little stiff, which was unexpected at the moment I answered the phone. Unexpectedly, I met a teacher from my hometown of Ming Peng, but on the Internet, not in words. Isn't the Internet amazing?
He can't put all the books in one basket. When can I finish reading them? He wrote it so early. Nowadays, few writers can reach the level and output of Ming Peng. It was his love for mankind that prompted him to go to all parts of the motherland to go deep into life and observe his experience, before he wrote one immortal chapter after another? Is it the natural vitality of the Loess Plateau that casts his bold and generous style? Is it the water of Jiaohe Lake (namely Linhao Lake) that moistens and irrigates his poetic thoughts, feelings and styles? Or did suffering make a great poet? Maybe both.
I remember the first time I received a note from him, with only four words: "It's not easy!" "I guess for a long time, what is not easy? Isn't it easy for him? Or am I not easy? Still not easy to know? Or is the road to literature not easy? Maybe the teacher refers to only one aspect, or both. Now I think it's both. It's not easy.
"Peng is out of the sky, sincere and lyrical; Speak out your sadness and remember your dream hometown with calm thinking; Spread your wings and soar, admiring Peng Zhong's soaring into the sky. "
This is Ming Peng, Kun Peng spread his wings and spread his wings to Wan Li, which is a blockbuster and world-famous.
Finally, Mr Ming Peng said that he would come back for the summer vacation in a few months. I said please allow us to visit together, and he said to call us when the time comes.
I am your petals woven with bitterness,
Rush out of the frozen soil, open the leaves,
I am your sail under the blue sky,
Just got on the mast,
I am your smiling face that stops crying,
I am your peaceful morning in the East,
The young stars are shining. ...
-Ming Peng's "Mother's heart is so pure, so bright"
The feeling of seclusion
Ming Peng
How I want to live alone in a remote mountain.
Reclaim your own land and cultivate your own land.
Plant some potatoes, sweet potatoes, buckwheat and corn.
Raise a group of happy chickens
Feed them millet leisurely.
How I want to live alone by the deserted seaside.
Take a long nylon thread.
Tie the hook I made and hang the tempting food.
Sprinkle gently on the calm water.
Light a long cigarette slowly.
How I want to live alone on the distant grassland.
Set up a round tent and raise the curtains.
Lying quietly on the carpet in the evening breeze.
Listen to the sheep at night.
Look at the smoke rising slowly on my tent.
How I want to live alone in the beautiful countryside.
Chop your own firewood and cook your own meals.
Row your own boat and plow your own field.
Live in harmony with birds in the Woods
Have fun with buffalo in the rice field.
His poems and himself are as generous, easy-going and simple as all the children on the Loess Plateau.
His poems and himself are as soft, broad and profound as Jiaohe Lake.
From every word he said, we can deeply feel Mr. Ming Peng's deep Jiaohe Lake complex, his love for his hometown, his nostalgia for his hometown and his concern for literary lovers.
The moment I hung up the phone, I suddenly remembered that the first news a few days ago was still discussing who should speak for Shaanxi Apple. If you read the cover character of "Dictionary of China Writers" edited by the International Chinese Writers Association and published by the World Chinese Publishing House, you will feel that this issue need not be discussed at all.
If he speaks for Shaanxi apples, I will go home and plant apple trees.
I silently wish him good health, wonderful writing style and more excellent works to be passed down to future generations.