Christine, whose real name is Fan Kangqin, female, Han nationality, is a famous poet and critic. 1969 was born in Wudu, Gansu Province in July. I began to learn poetry in the autumn of 2003. Published a large number of poems, comments, interviews, essays and library management papers in various magazines at home and abroad. In 2006, he participated in the 22nd Youth Poetry Meeting of Poetry magazine. Published a collection of poems "Selected Poems of Christine" (China Drama Publishing House, September 2009), and selected more than 30 outstanding works created by poets in recent seven years/kloc-0; The riverbed is at 1988 (20 12). The Children of the Muse, a collection of Christine's poetry criticism (China Drama Publishing House, 2065438+February 2002), is divided into five series, which contains the best poetry criticism articles and poetry theory since the author engaged in the research of poetry theory.
Chinese name: Christine.
Nationality: China.
Ethnic group: Han nationality
Place of birth: Wudu, Gansu Province
Occupation: poet, critic, librarian
Main achievements: A large number of new female poems with distinctive features have been created.
Poetry criticism has a high reputation and is unique.
Representative works: Selected Poems of Christine, riverbed of 1988; Poetry criticism collection "The Children of the Muse" and so on.
Real name: Fan Kangqin
Gender: Female
Christine, poet and critic.
brief introduction
Christine, whose real name is Fan Kangqin, female, Han nationality, a famous poet and critic, was born in Wudu, Gansu Province,1July 1969. I began to learn poetry in the autumn of 2003.
works
Up to now, it has been published in Poetry Magazine, Star, Selected Poetry Magazine, Poetry Tide, Poetry Monthly, Green Wind, Flying, Dunhuang Poetry Magazine, Border Poetry Magazine, Chinese and Western Poetry, Mountain Stream, Everyone and Pioneer Literature. His works have been selected into China Poetry in 2006, Selected Poems of China, A Guide to Contemporary Poetry in China, Selection of Best Online Poetry in China, Appreciation of Outstanding Works in the Frontier of Online Poetry in China, Selection of Star Poetry in China in Fifty Years, Annual Exhibition of Poetry Selection Magazine, Classic Poetry in the New Century, Blueprint of Poetry in the Ten Years of the New Century, and Famous Poems and Companions.
In 2006, he participated in the 22nd Youth Poetry Meeting of Poetry magazine.
Published a collection of poems "Selected Poems of Christine" (China Drama Publishing House, September 2009), and selected more than 30 outstanding works created by poets in recent seven years/kloc-0; The riverbed is at 1988 (20 12). The Children of the Muse, a collection of Christine's poetry criticism (China Drama Publishing House, 2065438+February 2002), is divided into five series, which contains the best poetry criticism articles and poetry theory since the author engaged in the research of poetry theory.
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Character map
Character map:
Selected poems of Christine
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one
It's early morning, south by northwest.
I opened the blood in my body and rushed into the crowd.
At that time, the Yanzi River was also flowing.
From the center of Nankang County, south of Longnan.
The Yangtze River flows into the sea after Jialing River.
It is such a delight to have friends coming so far.
There is also a river.
Instead of you drifting to the deep sea.
This is actually our only unchanging geography.
We are all in the deep sea.
Diedang rafting
Or on another horizontal plane.
toss and turn restlessly
Repeat the fate of clouds, rain and snow
two
The person I love is slowly spitting smoke rings.
From the first flower
Fall into the world of mortals.
One flower, two flowers and nine flowers.
I counted silently.
The thicker the smoke, the calmer I am.
Simple circle
Bypass my complicated life experience
Give me a spring day.
Send me a spring in January.
Give me a spring every year.
God, thank you for giving it to me.
Such a fragile and flexible fate
All the fears, dreams, monotonous life and the fragrance of secrets.
There is a similar ascending path.
three
These people come from all directions.
Are lonely people.
Use a piece of transparent glass.
I saw it once.
I only scratched my heart once, but I still
Love their private prison
Love their logic of robbers and hooligans.
Love their stubbornness and disability
Elephants are everywhere in the sun.
There are blind people everywhere who open their eyes and touch the elephant.
People looking for light have run out of lamp oil.
The sky was silent.
It's just that the left hand throws infinity and the right hand throws impermanence
These two are invincible
Black and white concealed weapon
four
A grain of dust floated in the light.
In the boundless transparency
There is a pierced track.
But I know nothing about it.
I am flying and riding a meaningful big bird.
The blue of the cloud is boundless.
The center of black and white is boundless.
The sky looks like a true lie.
The wings of butterflies and birds are so vivid and beautiful.
A gust of autumn wind will take them away
Easy to erase
I want to invite Mount Everest, the highest mountain in the world.
Testify to my words.
There are no rulers and measures above its height.
Time stops at a low place.
Disaster, pity and pain all fell to the ground.
Sacred container
Just instilling and dumping, I don't understand at all.
The box is empty.
five
Above the highest mountain peak
Man and God have separated their boundaries.
A little higher is to absorb all emptiness.
Is eternity what I look up to?
From Jurassic to the present
Time in the sky is still frozen at a point.
Those who are free, carefree and immortal are all immortals.
The sky gave me a law of steel and blue.
I sat in the hard cabinet of the plane.
You can't cross it.
In the turbulent airflow
I am just a passer-by in the short sky.
Then start.
Have time and space
six
I saw it through the revolving window.
Some people who peel cotton peaches
Tear them white one by one.
What is a cotton peach?
When the sense of emptiness strikes,
I can't help asking questions.
I have never seen a tree with cotton, and I have never tasted cotton.
Its grain
It is said that cottonseed ripens slowly.
It has a faint pine fragrance.
Cottonseed has reached the tip of the tongue
It seems right, but it is not.
Let me say something dishonest.
Use it in an empty place.
All these emptiness is beyond my life.
Inadvertently, my humbleness
Surrounded by many words.
As if the sky is empty, so is the earth for me.
A person's sin
Then let me repent That man is from this world.
Who was the first person?
Who was the last person?
Who is the beggar in the street?
Who am I?
Keep asking this question
Dig deeper and deeper into the black hole.
Dig to death
Just fill the smallest hole.
seven
The world is obviously a place of war.
Nobody cleaned up the mess.
It's all a mess.
Order is out of order.
The river is in chaos.
Butterflies are messed up.
The mirror is full of flowers and moons, and the language is unknown.
If the wind is not chaotic, it is chaotic.
Think about the sun, I will dye it red.
If it rains, I will rush to the next scene.
I am my own king.
The spear in the left hand is justice.
The shield of the right hand is truth.
Then a monster appeared.
I stabbed him to death
Then a devil appeared.
I killed him with a fork, too.
I have strict regulations.
But the devil refused to be a gentle and kind priest.
I have a kind and charitable heart.
But ghosts are endless.
This battle, this chaos
Cihang can't ferry.
I
Can't solve it
eight
It is not too late.
Throw away the history books and run away.
Don't be infatuated with the sky.
Don't cling to history.
Listen, the whole history book is full of wolves gnawing at bones.
I turned the pages.
Sooner or later, I can't find someone.
You, me and him are all nameless, nameless and faceless people.
But I am so full of energy at the moment.
Soft waist and red lips.
Warm fingers and long hair are silent temptations.
What are you afraid of?
Beautiful, I want to be more beautiful.
Wrong, I think a little wrong.
No amount of typos will open it.
A gap in history
No matter where you are
Please love me at this moment.
Calm, firm and accurate,
Sharp and unsheathed.
Let the fragrance float everywhere and let the feathers fly.
Turn the page of an empty night.
Stop truncation
nine
Am I just leaving?
Desperately and selfishly
Pull the whole world with me?
I am just a rest stool, a warm name.
Not staying? My children/my children
Before winter
I pretended to have hay and leaves.
Play god and insects and ants
Now I'm tired.
Let the green plants turn yellow and the soil turn red.
The fate of peace
Give the leaves to the treetops and the stars to the night sky.
Give me back a grain of dust.
It's almost dawn, my child.
Cry if you want.
When I finished,
You can start.
First draft
2009. 1 1.28 modified
The first draft was published in Chinese and Western Poetry No.38+0 in 2009.
Ladies and gentlemen, May 2009