Introduction:
An Qi (1969-), female, formerly known as Huang, was born in 1969 in February. 1988 graduated from the Chinese Department of Zhangzhou Normal University in July. Poetry and translation are scattered in poetry magazines and literary magazines all over the country. 1995 65438+ won the '95 4th Rougang Poetry Award in February. Some poems were selected as the best poems in China 1998 and China New Poetry Yearbook 1999.
An Qi, female, whose real name is Huang Jiangyan, was born in Zhangzhou, Fujian, 1969 in February. June 65438+July 0988 graduated from Chinese Department of Zhangzhou Normal University. I used to be a teacher and a cultural librarian. Resigned in 2006.
199565438+won the 4th Rougang Poetry Award in February (Professor Wang Guangming from the College of Literature of Capital Normal University wrote the acceptance speech and presented the award).
In April 2000, he joined the 16 Youth Poetry Society sponsored by Poetry Magazine.
In 200 1 year, the concept of "intermediate generation" poetry was put forward, which introduced a generation of poets. It was regarded as filling a gap in the intergenerational concept of poetry history, and it was quickly written into the History of Contemporary New Poetry in China (updated edition, edited by Hong Zicheng and Liu Denghan, published by Peking University Publishing House in 2005). Up to now, dozens of experts, scholars and professors from Peking University, Tsinghua University, China Renmin University, China Academy of Social Sciences and Beijing Normal University have written theoretical discussion articles for the middle generation and given lectures in class.
In 2005, she won the first female poetry award jointly selected by Guangdong Female Poetry Newspaper and Hong Kong Female Poetry Research Association.
In April 2006, she was jointly selected by Poetry Publishing House and China Women's Daily as one of the top ten young female poets in the new century.
In June 2006, he won the Poetry Contribution Award selected by Nanjing Modern Chinese Poetry Research Project Group.
In July 2007, he was selected as the top ten young poetry editors by Poetry Monthly in the second half of the month.
Hundreds of poems/articles have been published in dozens of newspapers such as People's Literature, Poetry Magazine, October, PLA Literature and Art, Stars and Selected Poems.
Poems were selected in Complete Poems of the Middle Ages, Poems of Modern Literature in China, 65,438+000 Poems Touching College Students, 90 New Poems of China in the 1990s, 65,438+0978-2008 Excellent Poems of China and 65,438+0949-2009 Contemporary Poems of China.
Editor-in-Chief: The Complete Poems of the Middle Generation (Angel, Yuancun and Huang Lihai/Editor-in-Chief, published by Straits Literature and Art Publishing House in 2004) and The Third Theory of Folk Magazine (in cooperation with Cannes).
There are six kinds of poems published: Song, Red Moon on the Water, Running the Fence, Self-willed, Living Like Duras, Personal Memory and Samsara Monument.
Selected as "1 1 Asian Contemporary Poets" in Korea.
Participated in compiling the textbook College Chinese (Yang Siping/Editor-in-Chief, published by People's Education Press in 2007).
Now lives in Beijing.
Selected poems:
Bruce era
I'm not suitable for the overly lyrical blues as I am now.
Anxiety fills the whole body and makes the body tremble uncontrollably.
Long-term restraint will eventually lead to heart disease.
In the habitat of the left-breasted beauty
The beauty of suffering comes along the Silk Road.
But settled in the rivers and lakes of Yunfei.
I lost to rainbow with hope.
Across Europe and Asia
Like a dream that will never wake up.
There is no ending, there is not so much romance and lyricism.
Past, no future.
You uncovered the shortcomings of life, and I lost to you.
And you won't last long. You won't last long. I'm sorry
That's for sure.
Deep water ink
I'm tired of this deep-water ink guiding the soul.
In this empty world
I asked too much before.
An unrecognizable past
It took a long time.
How good were the good times of your life?
Flowing clouds and flowing water are fleeting.
Don't wash ink and make up in deep water.
Can't breathe
You can't ignore the dull pain in your left chest.
hear nothing of
The world I have been to.
You have been there, too.
Oh, quote
On page 39, line 37, there is a squashed Inner Mongolia, its bones.
I came into contact with it in the northern highlands of the motherland.
I just touched on you and your future.
I remember that moment, the narrow bedroom was extremely spacious.
In my heart. Unpredictable darkness, oh, darkness
The quotation is on page 37, line 39, buried in ivory.
Sofa, oh, sofa, soft and quiet,
You and I, who are easy to get stolen goods, are easily heartbroken at this moment.
When, where, who and why.
You and I finish the continuation of a family together, or despair.
You and me? It's time for you and me to break the boredom of corruption and clean up the garbage.
Bad cotton wool of daily affairs, oh, I have to use gestures.
Passion jumping, exaggerated movements in quotations
S was tanned by the sun and transplanted to
Old and fatuous, he and her evening scene
Like me, you have to go through it.
I tried to tell these past events.
The whole past has disappeared from your memory. You open your brain and see a piece.
Carrots are black and wrinkled, wet and soft.
Keep indifferent to things, the right and wrong of this world, the future, and
No, suppress the urge to commit suicide. He's up there.
For a long time, I saw him crouching quietly on a ten-story advertising rack.
This impulse is like I jumped.
My heart gave up the future before me. It is in the mirror.
After taking the photo, the broken place is very arrogant, but clean, like
Sadness, how about peeling off bones to form a thin film?
Beautiful mind, relics of ancient customs, every day, you are right.
In the pursuit of the past, I happened to meet a suicide, in a ten-story advertisement.
On the shelf, you imagined that I would dance with him but didn't know that I had quietly.
Unfold the protective air cushion, dear, I don't want to die, I tried to say
These past events, I want to die with the world.
Dreams are cold
They moved the bench to the dream, suggesting that it was unreliable.
Support should not be sedentary.
The scenery should not be seen.
They laid the bench flat and hinted to me that it was to get you in.
On the bed, they saw me lying flat, showing fear.
Laughing, innocent crying, inexplicable past
They watched me die, satisfied and left.
In my dream, I died in the past, and I asked myself, how can I?
Dead? Isn't this a dream?
I clearly know that I died once in my dream, yes, it's just.
In the dream.
The new station in my heart
My heart is more capable than me. It left the depressed train in front of me, vaguely.
Or a hole, all the way out, trying to break through the chest and then
Stand in the new station it wants.
Where is the new station built? I tried to follow my heart here.
Only to find that the heart is actually fragile.
Has been smashed into paste, and at that time was confused by the integrity of the appearance.
Weak inside.
Actually, I don't have a depressed train.
It came out of the ground floor and crawled with difficulty. It bypassed a building.
Another mountain is like my hometown.
Buried in one mountain after another.
Away from this world
It is built in my heart.
A new station in my heart, from the outside to the inside, is better.
The body is the destination, because the train will always arrive.
Depression always stops.
The mood is always bad, not far away, right here.
Sweep the wind
The wind is crazy this year. To her surprise, I saw it.
She struggled in the wind.
Holding back the pain in my chest, I couldn't help crying in my eyes.
Spirit several desire to split, has been unable to control shout out again.
Swallow it.
This year's wind is crazy and completely unexpected.
God's expectation
Life encounters heavy rainfall, and what goes around comes around.
A face and a healthy stomach
Evil almost knocked her down this year.
This year, she continues to believe in beautiful and positive forces.
I believe that by then, I will report all of them.
God gave her a great responsibility, by the way, the wind
It rained cats and dogs and thunder rumbled.
No complaints
It was a wonderful year. She swallowed pig iron.
In order to stand more firmly.
The strong wind needs cleaning, and at this moment, she encourages herself.
Be lit again
People who have died once are not easily ignited. They have experienced it.
The ups and downs of life, or glory?
Finally arrived at the crematorium.
They are rolled and stirred until they become
Dark charred bones, finely divided and shapeless.
You use chopsticks to pick out what they look like after death.
Dark charred bones, finely divided and shapeless.
They are your relatives.
You pick them, and your heart is full of sadness, those
A man who didn't give up is dead.
They live around you inhumanely.
Makes you feel depressed and depressed.
You wait for the fire to light them.
These immortal losers, it's still you
You want the fire of innocence to fall from the sky
Dying, dying
Destined to be lit.
See a doctor at dawn
She is like a widow in a hurry, coughing at night.
I have a runny nose and ache all over. The scary thing is.
She could feel her heartbeat all night.
She turned inward and her left shoulder ached.
External anesthesia of right shoulder
Take a deep breath.
Stiff upper back
Alas, the patient who can't sleep at night is not used to it.
Lonely, not used to looking at myself in an empty bed.
Like a cold cockroach
Clumsy hands and feet
Wings are hard to vibrate.
She imagined a large number of cockroaches flying in.
On the way to the world
The sky is empty, how to judge the strength of physique?
How to increase the dose and make a quick decision for the disease?
She is like a dying widow.
The last trace of vitality
At dawn, she went to see Dr. Sunshine.
As soon as the sun comes out, her feet will be like the wings of a cockroach.
summer
Fly lightly.
Blood loss time
You can't climb the mountain of time Congratulations.
Poor man, you can
Sit down and enjoy the rest of your life.
Or spit
Do you love this life?
You seem to have a tacit understanding with the night when you were young.
You seem to love money, words, and some.
Something called blood.
You like blood, that's for sure.
His youth is made up of blood.
Were you ever in love with me？
It seems a little. You've been in public.
Meet me
It was a sunny day in July.
It melted us in a dizzy moment.
That's the closest flight to heaven.
The wind is watching, but the heart is working.
It keeps the words.
This time, we are not far from greatness.
You can't climb the mountain of time, and neither can I.
Congratulations, poor man.
until today
I will still vomit with you.
Or enjoy the rest of your life.