Ling Qian's daughter Qi's first love, the promoter, practitioner and investor of Qi's poetic ideal. 20 16 invested in Red Tide Poetry Society as the executive editor, and used business to feed back poetry. In the past two years, I have seriously promoted friends' poems, and personally recommended the preface 20 13-20 17 of the complete road poetry exhibition "Grassland, Land, Heavenly Road and Ocean". Her other identity is the CEO of a startup company. In the past two years, she has been constantly investing in home improvement design, entertainment, culture and other fields, all of which ended in failure. In 20 18, Ling Qiannv spent more than 300,000 yuan to promote Qi's poetry creation journey across Asia and Europe, and presided over the epic masterpiece "All-round Poetry Exhibition 20 18-2020", thus completing the feat of commercial feedback on poetry. In the past two years, with selfless love, she has fulfilled the ideal of this wandering poet, but her health has been delayed by overwork. 2018101On October 27th, she died of breast cancer at the age of 28.
Ling Qian (1990.2.13-2018.10.27 2: 35), former editor-in-chief of Red Tide Poetry Society. His masterpiece is Thirty-three Legacies.
Ling, female, returned to China after getting married abroad. After the divorce, she has been feeding back literature with business. I've been very busy, but I don't know. I have physical problems to check, saying it's terminal cancer. She was in good health before her death and did a lot of work for Qi Guangxin. Angels have been to the world. Sister Ling/KLOC-0 was born in Beijing in February, 1990. She is a Beijinger to the core. She has a very good personality and likes to joke. Optimistic, she can't resist the arrangement of heaven and fate. After her death, the assistant sent the notice of leaving this world according to her arrangement, and she didn't know it until the seventh day after she left. I asked Guangxin for a screenshot. She's kidding, isn't she kidding us? Not only do I think she is joking, but I also hope that such a thing will not happen to people around me. Although it was Qi's first love, it did not come together in the form of marriage. Before we die, we all hope that we don't know that she is leaving, and the aligned love is unparalleled. Now, the pursuit of Qi is unknown. ...
-It's snowing
Therefore, Qi Guangxin, you should be a strong person, not afraid of the future and loneliness. Don't live up to Ling Qian's spirit in heaven. You write poems in her name, and you must spend the rest of your life according to her wishes.
-It's not too late.
The sound of fallen leaves, the first frost is silent, the sky is ruthless, and he is jealous of handsome. Ling Qian, a girl, has left me for a whole year. From the moment I heard the terrible news, my sadness in singing became dumb, and I still walk forward angrily in the vast world until today. I have experienced the most painful blow in my life so far and the lonely journey in the future. I define her as a partner and dreamer in my poetry career, a lover in absolute beauty for four years, a comrade who has been faithful to each other for ten years, an unforgettable, irreplaceable and unattainable woman in the next hundred years, and the only woman who left her name in my poetry years. I saw red petals covering her white body for countless nights, and dreamed that her warm lips were branded on my pale side face, and that the rain wet her black eyelashes and let me swim in the dark urban forest. Countless nights, I dreamed that her laughter swept through my lush, boring and hopeless season. Countless nights, I dreamed that her knife cut my proud poem, and in the collision between the candle and the cup, I gave birth to a romantic song, which proved to the ghosts and gods that our works were a perfect match. Countless nights I dreamed of meeting her at the crossroads. Countless nights, she slowly walked into my dream and returned to my hometown and youth. The spotless time has stopped, and the familiar figure no longer comes back. Autumn rain is falling, fast-flushers are dancing wildly, and the world is long and sad. She is as light as dust to the world and as important to me. She is irreplaceable, past, present and future.
-qi