juchli, a farmer, was born in Yinan, Shandong Province in 1965. He is a member of Chinese Writers Association and a contracted writer of Shandong Writers Association. Published poetry anthology "Far Autumn" and "Letter from Spring". In 29, he won the 7th Young Chinese Poet Award, in 21, he won the title of "Top Ten Peasant Poets in China", and in 211, he won the second Taishan Literature and Art Award of Shandong Provincial Government. The masterpiece Far Autumn. Participated in the 23rd Youth Poetry Meeting of Poetry Publishing Society.

Chinese name: juchli

Nationality: China

Nationality: Han

Birthplace: yinan county, Linyi City, Shandong Province

Date of birth: 1965

Occupation: Poet

Representative works: Far Autumn

Works and honors

1993 was the early stage of juchli's poetry creation. Entering the mature period after 23, juchli's works mainly focus on homesickness and thinking about life; After 28, juchli entered the harvest period, and won the 28 China Star Poet Nomination Award, the 7th Young Chinese Poet Award of Poetry Publishing House, and participated in the 23rd Youth Poetry Club of Poetry Publishing House.

He has published poems in Poetry Magazine, Selected Poems Magazine, Star, Yangzijiang Poetry Magazine, Green Wind, Flying, Literature Harbor, Times Literature, Shandong Literature, etc., and some poems were selected in China Poetry of the Year in 24, 25 and 26.

Biography

In the early 198s, juchli, who graduated from high school, began to work as a carpenter in his spare time, making furniture such as trolley racks, chests of drawers and wardrobes with tools such as planers, saws and Mo Dou.

In p>1985, juchli contracted an orchard in partnership with the villagers, and the idyllic living environment gradually created his dream of pursuing poetry creation.

in p>1995, recommended by the government, juchli went to Furano, Hokkaido, Japan, and worked as an agricultural trainee for half a year to learn to grow out-of-season vegetables. After returning to the village, he built a plastic greenhouse and began to grow greenhouse vegetables by using the planting techniques he learned in Japan. Because of the pressure of life, I once gave up poetry writing.

in p>23, juchli went to work in the reconstruction and expansion site of Xuzhou power plant in Jiangsu province. Besides working as a carpenter on the construction site, he moved bricks, built walls and worked as an electric welder. After work, juchli wrote poetry again.

In the second half of p>24, the editor of Poetry Magazine called Yukley to inform him of the manuscript, which strengthened his confidence in writing. He refined his life experience into poems, and his creative thinking became more and more mature. Since then, dozens of poems have been published in various journals in juchli every year.

In p>27, he participated in the 23rd Youth Poetry Meeting of Poetry Publishing Society.

On December 9th, 211, juchli's poetry collection "Far Autumn" won the second Taishan Literature and Art Award.

In p>216, he attended the 1th China Federation of Literary and Art Circles and the 9th National Congress of Chinese Writers Association.

Appreciation of works

Missing flowers

Those good people who

collect herbs for their mothers in the spring of their hometown

You are dutiful sons, but you should listen to my entreaties

Don't go to my mother's grave

Pick those sweet wine roots that are blooming

Sweet wine roots, which bear a mission

Every spring. Missing flowers

don't change in the wind

don't lose in the rain

Today, when I was in a passing city, I saw carnations waiting for my mother in the street

being led away by a pair of footsteps

and I only had one wish in my heart, praying for kind herb gatherers

not to disturb that sweet wine root

and let their flowers quietly. When you listen to

the cornfield in the moonlight

when the wind is resting, the crisp sound of the grasshopper

competes with the snoring of the night watchman, and the grasshopper wins

When the wind blows, the corn leaves clap their hands

The happiness between these sisters

makes the whole cornfield warm and noisy

. When I go far

I often wake up at night, and I often think that I am among them

I still look like a vigil, and the idea of traveling far away

suddenly gives up completely

Spring goes north. In autumn, the sky that flies south by yan zhen is blessed. It is quiet and far-reaching. It shines with the light of compassion, making the earth more empty. Blessed are the fields and rivers that have heard the sound of wild geese. The blessings are given to Mai Miaoqing and Chrysanthemum Yellow: those who look up, whose eyes are pulled away and retracted. Going south in autumn

no one can change the direction of the season

yan zhen is a country where the Book of Songs can't fly out

Birds stay behind, and the home is a permanent hometown

Those who open their pockets to the wheat season and autumn harvest

are blessed, and they are born clumsy

They haven't grown the wings of migratory birds

At that time, my clothes were thin

Five straw houses due south < On both ends of the high roof

there are plum trees guarding the courtyard by the beast in the sky

, which bear

astringent fruits every year, and I haven't been familiar with them for a long time

My once beautiful mother took care of the housework

My sister who tied the sheep's horns led me to the forest farm to mow the grass

I stabbed Huailin and scratched the coarse vest

Across the yi river, there were a group of calves. Love abacus

I never thought about wealth outside my body

I didn't care. One of the laundry sisters

was quietly growing up for me.

I remember the kitchen smoke at that time

I remember the young mother who was closest to the kitchen smoke

The pancakes were ugly and black

The sweet potatoes were dried. May's wheat yellow apricot

knew the family with the sickle and the hat

cooked smoke, bent at the sight of the wind

as thin as home

as silent as mother

I remember the cooking smoke

in the spring when the grain store bottomed out, Green and yellow don't meet

the smoke from homesickness wafts feebly

I remember my mother sewing my schoolbag by the kitchen fire

and sewing my crotch pants tightly

Many years ago, I stood on a green hill

Many years ago, I stood on a green hill, covered with grass and birds singing

, and the stream beside me flowed away happily

I used one. P > There are three doves flying to the forest farm.

There are a group of colorful sisters crossing the stream.

They meet to pick mulberry in the mountains.

Many years ago, I stood on a green hill.

I looked up and saw the winding mountain road

leading to a mysterious place in the distance.

The endless tile cloud on the horizon

was motionless, but now it is nowhere to be found.

Women and elders in the village

hold cherry trees

sing every night

The sky in the well is so small and so far away, and the heart of the well is a bright and clean mirror

Quiet and delicate

When familiar faces appear again

It is willing to express its heart

I just love the deep sky

. Hua guduo

the branch bent by the fruit

the fruit picker in the autumn wind, her slender waist

and the vivid details of time

the big truck that repeatedly appeared in my dream

sent away yesterday's apples

to the corner and waved a hand. When I turned around

the familiar orchard, suddenly

It's just

moving to another place near the mountain and water

One day I can

suddenly recognize those missing flowers quietly lifted in spring

It's time to return

. I should follow a fallen leaf

and return to my village

while the autumn wind is not too urgent. It's hard for me to say

I've wrapped the road

into transparent threads

and hid it in my mouth, waiting to come back to spin silk

so that I can tie myself firmly in this birthplace

It's time for the plants and trees to say goodbye to each other

I'm busy carrying firewood home

The ant is going to hibernate by the river without its tail < Please allow me to

fly among flowers

love on thick soil

After a hundred years, people will occasionally read

these poems that are not gorgeous

People will ignore my hand, and selfish love

doesn't know that I have been too dull

inaction and ignorance

I have left kind words

. I praise motherwort, a beneficial insect and bird.

I believe that the light of the gods

is just above my head.

Time is short, and I have begun to pray with my heart.

My wish is as small as the fragrance of a bitter flower.

I step on the soil. Look up and recite

this poem with a weak voice on the thick soil

I am used to looking up and looking north

In Xuzhou for several years, every night

I like to look up and look north at the side of the train track, and the lights on the mountainside

and the stars on the mountaintop

blink south many times

Even when I get home, when the stars are all over the sky.