For the Chengdu poet Tan Ningjun? The seeds of memory always began in the 1990s. With a round face, a gentle smile, glasses and deep eyes, he always shows a little self-confidence. In his writing, in his daily life and in his poetry creation, he shows the poetry of literature.
At that time, he was the office director of Guangxu Company. Because of my work, I often have meetings with him to handle affairs, especially between us, including Liu Anxiang, a poet of Minjian Printing Factory, who appreciates each other and has a common literary hobby and persistent pursuit. As a result, the three of us became bosom friends, often writing poems together, discussing literature, ideals and interests, and became the "three literary friends" of Xindu at that time, which made us. Through daily chatting, exploring fans, communicating and communicating, his literary accomplishment and creative level have been improved, even rapidly, especially Tan Ningjun's, which makes him wise and profound, with a keen sense of smell, innate understanding and unusual diligence, and makes his poetry creation like the Yangtze River and the Yellow River, flowing, unrestrained, bold, vigorous and vigorous. Quiet mood, accumulated years/doors, have long been held high, pouring thoughts/and memories that calcify into pebbles/overwhelming. "Poetic, Wang Yang wanton, sigh is the best structure.
Write here, then, who is Tan Ningjun? It's actually quite simple. Baidu search always knows the frequency. Him? He used to use the pen names Ning Jun and Tan Taining Jun, from Kaixian County, Chongqing, with an on-the-job postgraduate degree (MBA). Senior middle school teachers and senior corporate trainers. Member of Sichuan Writers Association, member of China Poetry Society, member of Chinese and foreign Prose Poetry Research Association, executive director of International Poetry Music Association, member of Sichuan Prose Society, member of Poetry Working Committee of Chengdu Writers Association, member of Chengdu Poetry Couplet Society, chairman of Chengdu Xindu District Writers Association, and president of Xindu District Prose Association. Editorial Board of China Metric New Poetry, Editor-in-Chief of Xindu Literature and Art, etc.
Time flies. Back in the late 1980s, he graduated from Chinese Language and Literature University and started from Kaixian County, Chongqing, where he was born, grew up and became a local. Beautiful mountains and rivers in his hometown, outstanding people, lush bamboo forests, gurgling streams, birds and flowers, made him linger in the literary hall since childhood. He began to publish his works in Star Poetry, Poet God, Excalibur, Literary Newspaper, Sichuan Literature, Young Writers, Mangyuan, Legendary Literature, Cao Fang, Southwest Military Literature, Workers Daily, DC Evening News and Houston Poetry Garden. After 2000, he seized the opportunity, aimed at the pulse of the times, and began to exchange creative works on various online platforms; His works have been selected into more than 30 anthologies, including Selected Poems of China, Archives of Prose Poems, Selected Prose Poems of China Campus, Selected Prose Poems of Exploration, Selected Short Prose of Sichuan and Selected Children's Literature of Chengdu in the New Century, and won the third prize for novels in the 9th China Population Culture Award, the third prize for novels in the 1st Tianfu Literature Award and the 1st Sichuan Prose Award (collection). He is a famous poet in Sichuan Province, with his poems Between Dreams and the Earth, A Moon at the West Window, A Journey Without Regret, Blooming in the Sun, Poets (IV) and Rich Land.
Speaking of Tan Ningjun, I really feel a lot. He is brilliant, poetic and gestures. He is a poetic and creative poet, a guardian of literature, a persistent watcher of literature and a silent cultivator.
Take a closer look, and then look. Under the fluorescent light at night, Mr. Tan Ningjun, a poet with a literary mission, is eager to draw nourishment from the precious rhythms of The Book of Songs, Chu Ci, Tang Poetry, Song Ci and Yuan Qu, and seek nourishment from foreign masters such as Shakespeare and Tagore. Walking in Chongqing's hometown and Sichuan Bashan Shushui, looking for a Range Rover in rivers and lakes, pastoral areas and plain hills, exploring things and realizing it, the essence of creation has been continuously sublimated, making it sing and dance lightly, singing and dancing lightly, and singing a poetic romantic encounter. "I want to brush my lazy hair in front of the old house/wipe my sweat for the naughty stream under the bridge/pull my skirt for the sleepy clouds halfway up the mountain." The soup cooked by the old pumpkin/the familiar local accent knocked on the edge of the bowl and made a crisp sound "Autumn, my hometown is farther away", sprinting, struggling, struggling, ... whistling and singing, stirring up a literary feast, sweet and delicious, as if it were the delicacies of poetry, the nectar of words, which made his smiling village quiet, and my thoughts persisted in streams/double-hook ripples, carved stones, and dyed grass with tears/.
There is no doubt that Tan Ningjun's life is actually a life of literature and a life of poets and poets. The journey of life, stumbling, winding, long, decades, or even hundreds of years; To put it short, it can also be said that it is very short. There are only 36,500 days in a hundred years. Writing and counting, my heart is twisted, and my heart is unspeakable. Really, time flies, time flies, years of pig-killing knives cut our skin and hearts one by one, from birth to death, only for a moment. But are we Tan Ningjun? But he said frankly, "Foer Ercao suddenly grows green/then it will wither/then it will be greener/greener." Life is happy/joyful. Singing in the gap between time and space/leaving the beginning, it is fragrant and ethereal/this wisp of fragrance, it has stood tall for thousands of years/quietly growing' burning Qingming!
Over time, I was really excited to write Tan Ningjun's ci, not for him, but for literature. Although I was still a little tired, my family urged me to go to bed quickly. After all, good health is very important. But my heart is extremely hot, with great expectations, and a little hot. After all, the devotees, pathfinders and guardians of literature, such as the poet Tan Ningjun, and us literary lovers, are just like his poem Sowing Seedlings, "Grain Rain, it's raining, the seeds are busy,/Long Xia made an oath, full of hope/Great. Combine Lian Heng/Spreading Three Talents to Retreat/Cuckoo Singing loudly/The tragic and autumn background of the last stop/From grandpa's left hand to his father's right hand/The season of beginning a little infiltration, and fly the journey of poetry.
Finally, I took a fragment from Tan Ningjun's poem "Rereading the Autumn Wind Breaking the Cottage Song". "Let's let the poet Haoran sigh/lift his eight-foot-high bony body with his right hand/roll up the green front with his left hand and unload eight pieces with one stroke and one shake/the ghosts and gods move around and cry for a while/the flesh and blood surge like a peach blossom in full bloom in a stream in March/a pair of conflicting pride is cut off from left to right/the spine is a beam, and the ribs are a column/the flesh and blood tendons are mixed with the black soil at the foot/at the moment of the prosperous Tang Dynasty. Because I saw earlier that our new capital, under the leadership of the poet Tan Ningjun, emerged one after another literary pursuers, fighters and trendsetters, like twinkling stars in the sky, gathering up the ocean of literature, and Wang Yang made waves and went forward bravely.