Jing Mang, whose real name is Chen Yiqing, whose pen name is Jing Mang, male, born at 1936, is from Jiexi, Guangdong. Party member Zhong * * *, university degree, retired former deputy curator and librarian of Jiangxi Ji 'an People's Art Museum. Vice Chairman of Ji 'an Folk Writers Association, member of China Poetry Society and member of Jiangxi Writers Association.
He used to be the deputy editor-in-chief of Luling Poetry Collection, the editor-in-chief of China Folk Songs in Jiangxi Province and Ji 'an Area, the deputy editor-in-chief of Ji 'an Area Quyi Zhi, the editor-in-chief of Ji 'an Area Quyi Music Integration, the editor-in-chief of Grain Rain and Jinggangshan Flower. Literary creation includes children's literature, essays, poems and many other articles selected for publication.
Prose "I saw a carp yue longmen" and "Kingfisher" have been compiled into primary school textbooks. At present, Ji 'an local textbook "Primary School Chinese Self-reading Textbook" is the presiding judge in grades 3-6 and the editor-in-chief in grades 1-3. He is the author of Selected Couplets, Huai Sha's Shadow and Poems in a Simple House.
The composition "Kingfisher" was included in the primary school Chinese textbook. Text fragment of kingfisher
Kingfisher likes to stop on the reed pole by the water, and a pair of small red claws hold the reed pole tightly. Its color is very bright. Feathers on the head are like olive headscarves, embroidered with emerald patterns. The feathers on the back are like a light green coat. The feathers in the abdomen are like auburn shirts. It is small and exquisite, with a pair of sharp and long mouths under a pair of bright and flexible eyes.
Jade birds sing clearly and love to fly against the current. In the blink of an eye, it gently stopped on the reed pole. It stared at the surface of the microwave motionless, waiting for the small fish to swim to the surface.
The little fish quietly put its head out of the water and blew a small bubble. Although it is so clever, it can't escape the sharp eyes of kingfisher. Kingfisher pushed open the reed pole, flew past like an arrow, picked up the small fish and flew away against the water. Only the reed stalks are still shaking and the water waves are still rippling.
We really want to catch a kingfisher to raise. The old fisherman looked at us and said, "children, do you know where the kingfisher's home is?" Go up the stream, on the steep rock wall. It flew here from so far away to make friends with you! "
Our faces turned a little red and dismissed the idea. When the kingfisher came, we looked at its beautiful feathers from a distance, hoping that it could stay on the reed pole for a while.