Jin Lingzi, female, poet, formerly known as Jiang Xinlin, once used Mingxin as a member of the Chinese Writers Association, and began to publish poems in the late 1980s. He is the author of Jincheng, Wrong Songs, Yueren Songs and Jin Lingzi's Poems and Paintings. I have participated in the 24th Youth Poetry Meeting, and I am a student of Lu 17. He has won the 2nd Xu Zhimo Poetry Award, the 7th Taiwan Province Lin Xue Youth Poetry Award, the China Best and Pioneer Poetry Award in Selected Poems in 2008, and the 20 12 Young Poet Award in Poetry magazine.
Chinese name: Jin Lingzi.
Star of light
Alias: Jiang Xinlin
Nationality: China.
Ethnic group: Han nationality
Birthplace: Chengnan Village, Dianjiang, Chongqing
Occupation: poet, editor
Main achievements: He created Luxury City, Wrong Song and Yue People Song. Participate in youth poetry and so on.
Representative works: The Song of Yue People
Constellation: Scorpio
Gender: Female
The life of the character
Jin Lingzi, formerly known as Jiang Xinlin, was born in Chongqing and lived among mountains and rivers. I have participated in the 24th Youth Poetry Meeting, and I am a student of Lu 17. Won the 2008 China Pioneer Poetry Award, the second Xu Zhimo Poetry Award and the seventh Taiwan Province Xue Linqing Poetry Award.
Jin Lingzi introduced her life in the interview: "I was born in Chengnan Village, Dianjiang, Chongqing. I have been expecting something unusual to happen that autumn, for example, one of the nine planets disappeared; For example, my mother dreamed of a white snake, but she didn't. Mom said, only a little light rain, a few chrysanthemums. The Chiang family is a big family in the local area. The fate of a big family is always in irresistible decline. 1976 My father left me because he refused to treat a high fever. This self-styled intellectual has passed me very little literature. The memory he left me is even more humiliating than the Marxist philosophy book on the first floor, which is convenient for me to make an origami plane and fly around in the sky. Under his research, there is no corn stalk growing in my private plot. When crossing the road from Shuitianwan, I always blush when I see the huge fruit on the land next door. " You Gang of Four became the most powerful weapon when I played with my friends after he left. They hit me, not the elastic board. At the age of seven, another outstanding person in the Jiang family became my stepfather. When I was young, I studied Russian in Southwest Military and Political University (the predecessor of Sichuan), and then I studied in the Second Field Army of the People's Liberation Army. Like my mother, he has a strong personality. This determines that my home is an eternal war, and my logistics work is to clean up the battlefield and clean up the garbage they broke. I often stay alone on the hillside of Dianjiang No.2 Middle School. It is only here, between heaven and earth, that a small piece of splendid and silent children's paradise is paved. As if it were a secret, I exchanged our thoughts with these flowers and plants. It's really no big deal. A little girl's loneliness and sadness need no reason. "
Poetic view: the power of poetry has nothing to do with words, but only with a temperament. It is the medicine I seek to heal my soul, and I am very polite and respectful to it.
Advocacy: simple life, simple writing poetry.
20 17, 1 1, won the "centenary of China's new poetry" and "the most powerful 100 poets".
Personality assessment
Xu Zhimo's acceptance speech on poetry.
Jin Lingzi's poems have a kind of free and easy momentum: if it is long, Wang Yang will be unrestrained, like a storm, which will cover everything; A few short lines, like a shiny dagger, are close to people's hearts. Her poems combine the sensitivity of sensibility with the profundity of intellectuality, and then acquire a sense of mystery.
Critics' comments
Gao Ping: Jin Lingzi's lyric poems are very distinctive. His frank poems are like a sharp arrow, hitting people's hearts directly. There is no doubt about the sincerity of feelings, and the strength of feelings cannot be diluted. Its style and strength are quite different from the femininity, delicacy and subtlety of ordinary female poets. It doesn't let you savor it, but it shocks you first. People's personality and poetic style are highly unified here.
Xie Fei: Ms. Jin Lingzi's poems are good at the inner rhythm of emotional ups and downs, with no sonorous rhyme and colorful words. She completely expressed the lyrical kindness with pure modern oral narration, without giving clear and stable images to feelings, giving frank and flowing performance to poetry, and revealing the natural face of loving life and beautiful things with pure and meaningful pen. It seems that she can achieve her creative potential through the magnetic field of images and the mystery of thoughts, light the torch in her hand, find the direction of progress in the dark, and make her poems reflect a bright future artistic conception, naturally emitting fresh and beautiful beauty.
Shu Jie: Southwest Chongqing is the highland of contemporary China poetry. On this plateau, there are such poets: Li Gang, Fu Tianlin, Li, Li, Mei, Nishino. The sincere cultivation of several generations of poets has finally become a reality. From Li Gang's Blue Sailor and Fu Tianlin's Green Note, to Luxury Capital and Mei's Woman's Voice, this poetic highland is entangled in the fog. At the highest level, we can see their efforts, shining with kindness in the beautiful combination of Chinese characters.
Jin Lingzi attended the 24th Youth Poetry Meeting of Poetry magazine. As a young poet, she was recognized and accepted by readers because she wrote some poems that left a vivid impression on the life of this era.
magnum opus
Song (1)
Forgive me because I love too much.
I want to be your friend, your woman, your overflowing water and your lonely wisdom page.
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You must look bored. "Go away."
You must be broad-minded and compassionate. "No, no, come right away."
(2)
The grass is covered with poppies.
I'm going to taste it in small hotels and inns.
Your goblet is full of words and silver tableware.
Oh, if this is true, how unique, you
Order and silence, I want to decorate it
On a dewy night, I will prepare myself and start to show off, just like a pleasant stream.
"It's mine, mine and yours."
Only stones can reach the bottom of the abyss. Someone is bothering me.
(3)
Generous God, command me to come.
Or, order me to be silent forever and leave the bud to the thorns along the way. I thought about it. Maybe this is an illusion. I don't deny it. That's what I thought.
I'm going to smell the fragrance.
I want to hear your affectionate voice and repeat it carefully: sigh the whole city and laugh at the country.
I see you, looking at the sun on the horizon. It's seven o'clock in six minutes.
The sea is full of flowers.
At this moment, a mountain appeared. It's too far. It's blurred. Oh, you stop flowing and go into the darkness.
No, wait a minute. I want to go deep under the sea.
You have to accompany me slowly, tightly around the reef and bend to my flame.
Stick out my face and you, the lining you've never seen before.
(4)
I take a walk by the sea.
The sun is at my feet, how turbulent it is, like a brand song of Shaanxi opera, which gently dispels countless dense knots of morning fog.
I listened attentively on the shore, and I laughed the loudest, fiercest and longest.
"It turned out to be a silver fox." Your voice is contemptuous.
"You must listen to me, it's me!" A pale face, like a flash.
Oh, I love, my happiness is mixed with sadness, which is not true.
Your shining light waves
My eagle, give me feathers and water.
I want to hunt my nest and meet you all the time.
"All right, then." Are you answering?
This is my suspicion and my secret, and I won't tell anyone.
The sea is unobstructed, and everything is calm again.
(5)
"Yes, really, really." The sea is whispering
I feel the water flashing and blooming in my heart.
But what kept me away from you?
"Who forbid you to belong to me?"
I kept walking, writing and talking.
Forgive what I said, forgive the darkness in my heart.
An empty branch without flowers, a boundless white soft hat.
The flowers on the sea fell on my head like snow, and they shook off.
"No."
I want to hit Xu, pull out my whip and wave it casually.
Oh, I like it.
I came to see you, dressed luxuriantly, with silk and sound.
(6)
There are storms every day.
In my journey, the world is shaking.
They began to whisper in panic and make all kinds of guesses.
Oh, there's one thing they can't guess: my disappearance.
Because they have never seen so many tears and flowers.
I haven't set foot on your land and touched your intoxicating glass.
I am like a trace of air, or a passive substance. on the way
Soft grass, such as a golden carpet
Waiting for the first ray of sunshine. Waiting for the last ray of gold.
Drifting rain, like my thoughts.
Blinking a confusing smile. Night has come.
(7)
This yearning, walking in front of the night.
Far from what I can judge, joy, despair and recklessness.
It just bothers me and attacks me in my dream trip.
And relentlessly speed up the pace
"Haven't I done enough?" "Maybe."
The streets are becoming more and more desolate.
This desire succumbed to the light of desire.
You didn't ask me about my injury. Just waiting for great pain to ignite in my empty heart
"I am ready to take on everything." Who's talking to me?
"I am prepared to cope with everything and take on everything." Who am I talking to?
(8)
Where am I from? It's dark.
People gathered here are wandering around.
They use noise to keep warm.
The crowd quieted down when I passed by.
"Who are you? No matter day or night. "
I can't say how gloomy I am. I am a poor and good girl in the chapel.
Is a hopeless beauty
I am a stone flute in your hand, a butterfly flying out of burning pine branches.
Can't read, only draw.
Alas, I am the blue of forget-me-not flowers.
(9)
I knocked on those doors, but there was no response.
When the first fig tree withered. I
Wandering here, ragged and hoarse.
Rain fell on me, and I became quiet and melancholy.
"In so many misfortunes, I still have me."
"Who is he?" I can't say a word.
"If I connect, I will worship forever."
A shabby little stone house with faint fire and candlelight.
I closed my eyes and the moon slowly set.
Suddenly I heard you calling my name: dear.
Sometimes it's unclear, sometimes it's loud.
Really see you? I'm not sure.
( 10)
"This is a dream." Yo, yellow and gorgeous plants
I recognized the bushes with dead branches, the breeze at night.
Listen to the faint sound of water. Unusual warmth
Between sin and virtue, there is cowardice.
Night, endless extension.
The omen came suddenly.
"Give it to me, give it to me." I lost all the cups.
I lay in the dust and screamed with my scattered body.
"Maybe it's me!"
"No, I want to get up. I want to hurry. "
Dressed in morning dew, clothed in wild flowers, draped over a flowing robe.
All I know is, oh, it's just.
I will try to look decent in front of you.
( 1 1)
I stand here, staring deeply.
Try to listen to your voice
It was the crackle of someone walking through the bushes.
On the foggy river, the thin ice cracked and the woman sobbed.
I seem to hear your weak breath.
"Oh," you whispered, "is it cold?"
"Come here, come here!"
It sounds like leaves fluttering in the wind.
There was silence all around except the river.
"Is that you?"
"At least I hope so."
Oh, the full moon, the lonely forest, surrounded me again.
rove
( 12)
I began to remove grass and dirt from my clothes.
Twisted vines produce green fruits.
"It's ripe Huangmei."
I've been here for a long time, maybe several days, and I'm not familiar with it.
I don't know the passage of time.
It won't be cooked. This is what I lost.
Or yesterday, or tomorrow, or now.
What happened?
"Every fish is dissolved in water."
This is what I get, and the other party can rest in peace.
Silk words spread under my feet.
I feel your presence, whether in the distance or near.
I kept my mouth shut and cherished this experience until I lost it.
( 13)
How can I get there? Where can I go?
I heard the news of a bird, a robin.
It greeted me loudly: "This way, this way."
"A friend, oh, a slave."
"I'm sorry." I bowed my head in shame. "I love it so much."
Clear spring water flows in the sun.
The water is sparkling. They contain wheat straw. I like ...
I want to tell secrets everywhere like a songbird with wings.
Shout in a strange voice
"You see, I am not good at school, a bad thing."
You must have seen a demon flying all over the sky.
It came out, smirked, ran away and attended the most luxurious dinner.
Looking at the bright moon from the bodhi tree.
( 14)
There are elves hidden in the gorgeous cloak.
They are crowded and enchanting to each other.
You know me. I'm not an angel.
A painted face with flowers on her head.
I love you. Do whatever you want with me.
Night has come. Alas! You set a trap for me.
Like a real monarch, follow your eyes.
Rule all beings
"Isn't all darkness day?" Who's talking to me?
"Isn't all sunlight a loss?" Who am I talking to?
( 15)
Pain? Well, young people's hearts are getting old.
It's dawn again, and I'm going to lose again
In the water, in the childhood, in the frozen grass.
A road full of thorns, oh, let those who have eyes see it.
I don't know why my life is completely exciting.
Maybe, I may be wrong.
On the lost road, the forest is shining.
Shake me, shake my rising noun.
( 16)
You can hear my voice.
This voice sometimes sighs, sometimes focuses, and sometimes loses his temper.
The robe hangs gently over the shoulders, and the skirt flutters gently as it moves.
"Yes, that's the sound."
It's very quiet now. Oh, nothing should be lonely for this.
"Come, my master." On a breezy night, I prayed.
"May the sea and everything in it be full of surging waves,
May the field and everything in it be full of happiness. "
I just look up at you farther away and the starry sky farther away.
On a planet full of dahlias, the stars
There are two reasons for the collapse.
One was destroyed by despair, the other by love.
( 17)
"Love?" There was a long silence again.
"yes." This is the temptation of rosemary in India.
It's a woman's broad hips and swaying waist.
Birds are in the air, on a reddish-brown grassland covered with mugwort.
Dense Achnatherum splendens, they dance.
Melodious and shy
Come on, love the earth and laugh.
Those birds, pose and look at me. Expand one's activities and interests.
The horse slowed down and I spread my arms in the saddle.
"Ah, I can fly." I am very happy.
The air is full of birds. They are very upset. They complain.
"Oh, I don't understand. Let her fall faster. "
( 18)
The development of the plot surprised me.
I am high above, I will bend down, which is not good.
I like it. I like it like a flood.
You can tell at a glance. Haunt you.
Complaining will make you a crybaby.
I flew down and sat on the olive tree, waiting for maturity.
When it's mature? So, there is still a long time.
As if a whistle came from the depths of the grassland.
Getting closer and louder.
This whistle, through the grass tip splashed with rain.
Cover my bed with grass, the wind blows the grass low.
( 19)
On the grassland, countless suns are flying in the air.
Blue grass waves roll up ripples.
I want to give this to you, and sprinkle petals along this road.
Silence like snow and elegance of dressing gown.
I have to walk on this road for a few days.
The smell of mugwort accompanies my daily trip.
"What is the end of this road? Where does it go? "
"heaven."
"Hell."
That's all I know, but I'm not entirely sure.
Hey, I'll pretend I don't care
I took a basket of colorful flowers on my way.
I feel sorry for myself.
(20)
The eagle flies low and the celestial burial platform is silent.
I can't bear my sadness.
I am not enough to accept what I desire.
I love, give you my body.
Let your eagle appease my dead.
"Come on. You! "
"I want to thank you."
The singing place is far from here.
Before it gets dark, while there is timid sunshine on the top of the mountain.
To tear up my imaginary poisonous snake and break the kissing lips.
It's a fragment. She must be.
(2 1)
Lord of the cemetery
"You will call me to drink the water from my Le River.
You will let me eat the seeds on my soil. "
Until, I swallowed the last word "love"
I know, I am the 10,000 th victim.
Don't thank me with that storm.
I saw the grass swaying and whistling on both sides, as if struggling.
Dust covered the earth.
A storm is coming. From the bottom of my heart
Nothing I've suffered will change.
No one will remember my songs.
What's the big deal? I do
(22)
Autumn is as dreary as when it first rises.
My eagle, oh, let me be a dead baby born in pain.
Become a lie, become a fleeting epiphyllum around you.
"I know who you are."
"You are my distance."
"Oh, just stay with me here and now. Give me the other you. "
Your figure is deeply rooted in the earth.
The flickering light is deeply rooted in every shrub and grass.
Deeply rooted in my wild flowers.
I'm standing here waiting. Thousands of years have passed.
(23)
Time, you give me a little compliment.
You don't look at anyone but my face.
You looked at me completely, predicting.
It's on fire. It's smoking corpse
Everything is an illusion. Mountains and rivers. Grassland. babbler
Countless lost nights, you pretend to be broad-minded
Kindness is a wrinkle to me.
In charge of my secret of life and death
I'm afraid of losing you, I swear to the past.
But you tortured me, caught me and indulged me like an urchin.
Makes me think I'm moving forward, but it's just in the old place.
I also said some stupid things:
Have mercy, love or not?
(24)
From now on, I will never say a word again.
A naked walker.
Silence exists today and tomorrow.
Look for all things that look like people, all things that look like flowers.
I know who I am again.
I have missed everything I have.
"She will be trampled like dirt in the street."
I don't see anything, past and present.
Just the wind, holding me tightly in my arms.
The heartbeat is weak and the heart sounds are far away.
(25)
Who dances under the long drum?
Sanxian becomes rough, dulcimer and Gao Hu.
Playing alternately, guzheng follows polyphony.
The theme of the speech is so complete.
Love cannot be imitated.
Oh, dear, your praise is enough. Tell them to leave quickly.
Let them melt like snow
"Who are you?" Are you asking me? I like ...
You hold me and you don't know me.
Don't recognize the clothes worn by the dark clouds and stay in the same flame.
I hope the eagle, the earth is silent.
(26)
Meaningless scenery, unbearable to look back.
Once the pain comes, there is no way to adapt.
This capricious, elusive heart
I saw nothing but myself.
Everything will be ignored. I stood in the dark.
Who is talking on the snowy road?
"Whoever meets me will kill me."
Loneliness soared in me.
I'm more like a snail shrinking into a shell.
Any sound will make me timid.
(27)
You can't come like this.
Come in like this, dear.
I want to walk around on the icy road alone.
Night, late at night
Only my will stood up straight there and moved on.
"I don't need any of you at all, none of you."
"No, it's not like that, dear!"
How did I fade away like a dead leaf blown away by the cold wind?
Wet leaves
I'm soaked. I can't leave.
(28)
I hunt in solitude.
This dense forest.
I must try my best to hunt myself.
Do not look at me.
Don't look at the scars on my body
This is the broken bone of my martyr, born for God.
Lift your pale chin like sunshine on the water.
It's all broken.
(29)
Time is unstoppable. I can't move forward in tears.
"What a pity!"
What makes me so uneasy? Make me miserable?
My horse! You can't comfort me.
God can't talk, and neither can you.
What is around me?
I can't walk through the snow, which covers the trees.
They will make a squeaking sound.
Climb over my permanently divided heart
Laugh at me, hit me, or torture me indefinitely.
I asked for it.
There is mud on boots and clothes.
The sound came from a half-open door and an empty room.
"You will sacrifice everything."
(30)
In this dress and desire.
In this nameless place, you will forget me.
Stars, don't say who they are, who they are for.
"Honey, it's my fault."
It is insomnia at night that reminds me of emptiness.
I remember one morning, the fruit fell trembling from the branch.
Think of your warmth in the blue lagoon.
The smell of your citrus and valerian.
(3 1)
Everything is far from the truth.
I dance in despair. dear
I am so lonely when I flap my wings at high altitude.
I can't feel the warmth of the stars without you.
Alas, you have been here. The flight was too light for me to catch up.
Without light, I can't guess
"You! You can't remember what you owe me. "
I am too presumptuous and brave. I provoked you like this.
I'm looking for you. I'm crazy about you.
I am the poison you prepared, your last happiness.
The ancient country where you met the fire phoenix.
So flashy, so simple
(32)
That is a country addicted to happiness.
The white snow altar is dedicated to the wheat and cherry trees sown by the faun, and it is full of Arabic incense.
The guards in beautiful clothes greeted me.
"Happy people! People sent to this land by fate. "
"Are you? Happy people? I want to thank you. "
Flute and harp keep the first and last roses.
Men are spotless and women are as light as catkins.
In the square of the city, they began to sing.
"Oh, first lover, beloved, oh, God's creation."
(33)
It was already evening, but I still didn't fall asleep.
Fragments of white marble surround the wings of Nocturnal Tian Quan.
In the quiet starry sky, it is quiet and deep.
I can't imitate the hustle and bustle and the singing of birds.
Carved doors are covered with gold, and leaves and flowers jump.
The faint vibrato blends with the sound of birds.
"All beauty and truth come from God."
You said to me, god, this is purely beyond my understanding.
The dove of the Holy Spirit landed at the lake.
Dance ecstatically until dawn
Oh, my darling
Love is my only scene.
Immortality is my only sonata.