Golden Bells, female, poet, formerly known as Jiang Xinlin, once known as Xinlin Jun, a member of the Chinese Writers' Association, began to publish poems in the late 1980s. She is a member of the Chinese Writers' Association, and has published poems since the late 1980s. She is the author of Luxury Pouring into the City, The Wrong Song, The Songs of the Yue People, and Golden Bells Poetry, Books, and Paintings. She has participated in the 24th Youth Poetry Conference, Lu 17 participants. He was awarded the 2nd Xu Zhimo Poetry Prize, the 7th Taiwan Xue Lin Youth Poetry Prize, Poetry Selection 2008-China Annual Best and Pioneer Poetry Prize, Poetry Magazine 2012 Young Poets Award and other literary awards.
Chinese Name: Jinlingzi
Foreign Name: brightstar
Alias: Jiang Xinlin
Nationality: Chinese
Ethnicity: Han Chinese
Birthplace: Chengnan Village, Dianjiang, Chongqing
Occupation: Poet, Editor
Major Achievements: Author of "Luxurious Pouring City," "The Songs Have Errors" and "Songs of the Yue People". Songs of the Yue People". Participated in the Youth Poetry Conference, etc.
Representative works: "Song of the Yue People"
Zodiac sign: Scorpio
Gender: Female
Personal life
Golden Bells, formerly known as Jiang Xinlin, used to be known by the pen name of Xinlinjun, is originally from Chongqing, and has a home in between the mountains and the waters. She has participated in the 24th Youth Poetry Conference, and is a student of Lu 17. She was awarded the 2008 China Annual Pioneer Poetry Award, the Second Xu Zhimo Poetry Award, and the Seventh Taiwan Xue Lin Youth Poetry Award.
Kim Suzie described her life in this way in an interview: "I was born in the village of Chengnan, Dianjiang, Chongqing. I used to expect some kind of vision to happen that fall, for example, one of the nine planets faded away; for example, my mother dreamed of a white snake, but it didn't happen. Only a little rain fell and a few chrysanthemums bloomed, my mother said. The Chiang family is a big family in the area. The fate of a big family is to be in the midst of a perpetual and irresistible decline. My father left me in the winter of 1976 by refusing to treat a high fever. This man, who claimed to be an intellectual, passed on to me very little literature, and the memories he left me are more of shame than a floor of Marxist philosophy books that made it easy for me to fold paper airplanes and fly them around in the sky. The corn stalks in my family's own land did not grow a single bale under his study. I always blushed when I saw the huge fruits on the land next door when I crossed the road from the big soil in Shuitianwan. "Your Gang of Four" became the most powerful weapon to beat me when I played with my buddies after he left, instead of playing the bandage. At the age of seven, another wonderful man from the Chiang family became my stepfather. This man, who as a young man attended the Southwest Military and Political University specializing in Russian (the predecessor of Chuanwai) and later the Second Field Military University, the Military and Political University of the Second Field Army of the People's Liberation Army, shared my mother's strong personality. This dictated that my home was perpetually at war, and I was responsible for the logistics of cleaning up the battlefield and sweeping up the garbage they had broken. I often stayed alone on the hillsides all over the padded second grade. Just here, between heaven and earth laid a small piece of brilliant and silent children's paradise. As if it were a secret, these flowers and plants and I exchanged our respective little thoughts with each other, and in fact, it really wasn't that big a deal; a little girl's loneliness and sorrow didn't always need a reason."
Poetry: The power of poetry has nothing to do with words, it is only related to a temperament. It is the medicine I seek to heal my soul, and I am polite and respectful to it.
Objective: Simple life, simple poetry.
In November 2017, he was awarded the "Hundred Years of Chinese New Poetry" Global Chinese Poets Poetry Award for the "Hundred Years of Chinese New Poetry", and "Hundred Most Powerful Poets".
Personal Evaluation
Award Speech of Xu Zhimo Poetry Prize
Jin Suzuko's poems have a kind of frankness and spontaneous momentum: long is wanton and oceanic, like a storm, wrapping up everything; short is just a few lines, like a dagger shining through, forcing the human heart, and her poems combine sensual acuteness and intellectual profundity together, and then gain a kind of mysteriousness.
Critic's Comment
Gao Ping: Jinlingzi's lyrical poems are very distinctive, and his frank verses are like a sharp arrow, thumping and shooting straight to the heart; the sincerity of his feelings is unquestionable, and the intensity of his feelings can't be diluted. His style and strength are very different from the soft, fine and hidden poems of female poets in general; it is too late for you to savor it, but first of all, it makes you feel shocked. The human character and the style of the poem are highly unified here.
Xie Fei: Ms. Jin's poems are distinguished by the inner rhythm of staccato and rhythmic moods, and there are no resounding rhymes and gorgeous vocabularies in her poems. She expresses her lyrical intimacy in purely modern spoken narratives, without giving her feelings clear and stable images, and gives her poetic feelings a frank and flowing expression, revealing the natural charm of her love for life and beautiful things with her pure and timeless pen. She seems to be able to pass through the magnetism of imagery. She seems to be able to pass through the magnetic field of images and the mystery of ideas to reach her own creative potential, to light up the torch in her hand to find the way forward in the darkness, so that her poems embody a kind of darkness and light, naturally exuding a sense of freshness and beauty.
Shu Jie: Chongqing, Southwest China is the highland of contemporary Chinese poetry, and on this highland stand these poets: Li Gang, Fu Tianlin, Huawanli, Li Yuansheng, Jinlingzi, Mei still, Xie Ye, several generations of poets' sincere cultivation of the meteorological end of the day, from Li Gang's "Blue Water Soldiers", Fu Tianlin's "Green Notes" to Jinlingzi's "Luxury Pouring City", Mei still's "Women's Voices", the highland of this poetry by the entangled and lifted by mists, and heavenly music reverberates. At the highest level, we can see their heart and soul, shining benevolently in the graceful combination of Chinese characters.
Kim Suzuko was a participant in the 24th Youth Poetry Conference of Poetry Magazine. As a young poet, she was recognized and accepted by the readers because she wrote poems that left a distinctive mark on her life in this era.
Representative Works
"Song of the Yue People" (1)
Forgive me for I love too much
I want to be your friend, your woman, your overflowing water your wise page of loneliness
Oh
You'd have to be goddamned tired of it to be able to say, "Go away."
You have to be absent-minded and compassionate to say, "No, no, come here at once."
(2)
The grass is full of poppies
I'm going to taste them in little hotels and inns
Your word-filled goblets, your silver cutlery
Oh, if it's true, how unique you are
Order and silence I'm going to add to
Dew-drenched nights I'm going to be a bit of a faye I'll Begin to flaunt, as the sound of a pleasant stream
"It's me, me, you."
Only stones reach the bottom of the abyss. Someone is noisy with me
(3)
Generous God, command me, come
Or, command me to be silent forever, and leave the buds to the thorns along the way I considered it, and perhaps it was nonsense; I do not deny that it was exactly what I thought
I am going to be fragrant
I am going to listen to the solemn repetition of your voice, full of love: a sigh of love and a smile to the country
I look at you, at the sun in the sky, six minutes to seven
The sea is in full bloom
Then, a mountain appeared. That far away, blurring the water Oh, you stop the flow and go into the black
No, wait a minute, I'm going deep under the sea
You're going to be slow with me, such a tightly packed around the reef, bending towards my flame
extinguishing my features, and you, the bottom lining that's never been seen before
(4)
I'm walking on the sea
The sun is at my At my feet, how tumultuous, like a Qin opera's poker song, the complicated sounds and dense rhythms knocking the morning mist gently away
I listened intently from the shore, and I laughed out loudest, most fiercely, and for the longest time
"So, it's a silver fox." A disdainful voice came from you
"You must listen to me, it's me!" A pale face, like a flash revealed
Oh, I love, my joy laced with sadness, laced with unreality
And your sparkling waves of light
My literal eagle, give me feathers, give me water
I'll swipe down to my nest, and meet you every moment
"All right, then. " Are you answering?
It's my suspicion, and my secret, and I'm not going to say it to anyone
The sea, in full view, all is calm again
(5)
"Yeah, really, really." The sea whispers
I feel the water shimmer and bloom in my heart
But what keeps me far from you
"Who, forbidding you to belong to me?"
I kept walking, writing, talking
Forgive that body of words, forgive the blackness in the depths of my most secret thoughts
Empty boughs without blossoms,white floppy hats with no boundaries
Sea flowers fell on my head like snow and they shook to the ground
"No."
I'm going to beat my horse eastward, and draw my whip, and give it a careless wave
Oh, I love
I'm going to find you, splendidly dressed, silken and sonorous
(6)
There's a storm every day
At the end of my journey, the world is shaking
They begin to whisper in alarm, and to make all kinds of conjectures
Oh, there's one thing they can't guess: my thoughts
For they've never seen so many tears and flowers
I haven't set foot on your land and touched your intoxicating glass
I'm like a sliver of air, or passive matter. On the road
Soft grass, like a golden carpet
Waiting for the first rays of sunlight. Waiting for the last ray of golden sunshine
Floating rain, like my thoughts
Shimmering with a fluttering smile. The night has come
(7)
This thought, walking ahead of the night
Far beyond my judgment, joyful, despairing, risqué
It just haunts me, striking me on my dream's journey
And speeds up unmercifully
"Have I not done enough? " "Maybe ."
The streets grow more and more deserted
The thoughts, succumbing to the light of desire
You didn't ask about my injuries. Only waited for the great pain to flare up in my empty heart
"I am ready to take charge of everything." Who was saying to me
"I am ready to cope with everything, to take charge." Who am I saying to me
(8)
What a place I come from, the night is heavy
Men gathered here, loitering to and fro
They warm themselves with noise
I pass by and the crowd quiets down
"Who are you? Day or night."
I am the bleakness that cannot be uttered, the poor good woman of the chapel
the incorrigible beauty
I am the stone flute in your hand, the butterfly that flies from the burning pine boughs
Can't read, can only color
Alas, I am the azure of the forget-me-not flower
(9)
I rapped on those doors, but there was no response
When the first fig senesced and withered. I
wandered here, ragged and hoarse
The rain poured down on me, and I grew quiet and melancholy
"Out of so many misfortunes, I still have me."
"Who is he?" I could not utter a word
"If I actually even not I want to worship forever."
The dilapidated little stone house, with its vague hearth and candlelight
I close my eyes, and the moon descends
And suddenly I hear you call my name: my darling
Sometimes indistinctly, sometimes loudly
Did I really see you? I can't decide
(10)
"It's a dream." Phew, shriveled and gorgeous plants
I recognize the tangled shrubs with dead branches, the night breeze
Recognize the faint sound of water. Unseasonable warmth
Between sin and virtue, they are all cowardice
Night, the never-ending stretch
The omen came suddenly
"Give it to me, give it to me." My cup was lost
I lay in the dust, hissing with my dispersed body
"Maybe it's me!"
"No, I have to get up, I have to hurry."
Taking the morning dew for a garment, and picking large wildflowers for a cloak over the downward-fluttering robes
All I know is, oh, just
I'm going to try to look presentable in front of you
(11)
I'm standing here, staring deep and long
Trying to hear you
That's the sound of someone walking through the The crackle of bushes
The thin ice chaparral on the foggy river, the woman whimpering
I seem to hear it, your tiny breaths
"Whoa," you're saying softly, "cold?"
"Come here, here!"
The sound was like leaves fluttering in the wind
Silent all around except for the river
"Is that you?"
"At least I hope so."
Oh, the full moon, that lonesome forest, drifting uncertainly around me again
(12)
I began to clear my clothes of grass and leaves and dirt
The coiled, thorny vines that sprouted green fruits
"It's ripe with yellow plums."
I've stayed here for a long time, maybe days, and it's not ripe
I don't know the passage of time
It won't be ripe. That's what I lost
Or yesterday, or tomorrow, or just now
What happened
"Every fish dissolves in water."
That's what I get, so it can rest in peace
Silk words spread at my feet
I feel your presence, if it's far away, if it's near
I'm reticent to say anything, and I cherish the experience until I lose it
(13)
How to go, and where can I go from here
I heard a bird. A robin
It greeted me loudly, "This way, this way."
"A friend, oh a slave."
"Sorry." I bowed my head in shame. "I love like this."
Clean springs, flowing in the daylight
The waters fanned the light, they held the fragrance. I love
I'll be like a winged song sparrow, leaking secrets everywhere
And shouting in a peculiar voice
"See, I've learned bad things, bad things."
You must have seen, a roaming goblin.
It came out, badgered, and fled for a most lavish dinner party
On the linden tree, overlooking the bright moon
(14)
There are sprites hidden in gorgeous cloaks
They crowd each other, enchanting
You know me, I'm not an angel
Face covered in oil paint and flowers on the head
p>I love, do with me what you will
The night has come. Alas! Thou hast set a snare for me
As a true monarch, ruling over all beings as thou wilt with thine eyes
"Is not all darkness day?" Who is saying to me
"Is not all day a sore loss?" Who am I saying to
(15)
Painful loss? Well, this youth's heart is old
One more daybreak, I'll be sorely lost again
On the water, on the green plums, on the frozen grass
The thorny path oh, let him who has eyes see it
"I don't know why I'm completely agitated with my life."
Perhaps, I may be mistaken
Bewildered on the way, the forest shakes the light
Shakes me, shakes my upturned nouns
(16)
You can hear me
This voice, sometimes sighing, sometimes attentive, sometimes in a tantrum
The robes drooped softly from the shoulders, and the hems of the skirts were marching flapping gently in the midst of the march
"Yes, it is the voice."
Very still and quiet now, oh that all should not be alone for this
"Come, my lord." On the night when the breeze caresses me, I pray
"May the sea and all therein be full of surges,
May the field and all therein be full of joy."
And so I looked up, farther away from you, farther away from the stars
On the planet covered in dahlias, the stars
crashed for two reasons
One in despair, one in love
(17)
"Love?" Another long silence
"Yes." , it was the lure of Indian rosemary
It was a woman's wide hips, her swaying waist
Birds were in the air, in a russet grassland full of alyssum
Dense with hyacinth, they danced
Lush and shy
Come on, how to love the earth, how to laugh
Those birds, posing to see me. Spreading my wings flat
The horse slows down and I spread my arms wide in the saddle
"Ah, I can fly." My heart blossomed
The air was full of birds, they were upset, they complained
"Ah, so unintelligible. Ask her to fall faster."
(18)
The drama amazes me
I'm on high, I must stoop, it's not good
I love, I'd rather be like a flood of water
You look at me at a glance. To haunt you
To be turned to tears by a word of complaint
I fly down and sit in an olive tree, waiting for the ripening
The ripening? In that case, it's still a long time away
It's as if a whistle is coming from the depths of the meadow
Coming closer and closer, louder and louder
This whistle, through the rain-spattered tips of the grass
Covering up my grassy bed, the wind blows, and the grass is low
(19)
Above the meadow, a thousand suns are flying in the air
The waves of the azure grass swirl up in Ripples
I want to give this to you, to scatter petals along this road
Sprinkled with snow-like silence and the elegance of morning dress
I have to walk along this road for a few days
The aroma of Artemisia absinthium accompanies me on my daily journeys
"What's at the end of this road? Where does it lead?"
"Heaven."
"Hell."
That's all I know, but I'm not entirely sure
Oh, I'll pretend I don't care
I'll carry a basket of colorful flowers on my way
I'm sad for me
(20)
Eagles soaring low, and all the music in the heavenly funeral pyre is still
I'm not strong enough to bear the
me of my sorrows. am not enough to take in what I long for
I love, and give my flesh to thee
Let thy eagle soothe my dead
"Come. You!"
"I want to give thanks."
The singing is far from here
Before it is dark, while there is still timid sunlight on the hilltops
Come quickly and tear the viper of my fantasies, and crack the lips of the kisses
into pieces now. She must be so
(21)
O Lord of the Graveyard
"Thou shalt call me to drink of the waters of the river of my joy
Thou shalt call me to eat of the seed of my earth."
Until, I swallowed the last word "love"
I knew that I was the 10,000th sacrifice
Don't thank me with that storm
I saw the grass on either side of me struggling to sway and whirling
Dust enveloped the earth
The storm is coming. From the depths of me
Nothing will change what I have suffered
No one will remember the songs I have written
What's in it for me. I'm willing
(22)
The fall is as dark as the first rise
Oh my eagle, let me be the dead baby that my paroxysm spawns
Become a lie, a fleeting blossom beside you
"I know who you are to me."
"You are my farther."
"Wow, be with me only in the here and now, give me the other you."
Your form is deep in the earth
Deep in the light that shimmers on every bush and grass
Deep in my wildflower-bright hands
I stand here waiting. Thousands of years must have passed
(23)
Time, O time, you give me small portions of compliments
No longer do you look at anyone else but my face
You look at me penetratingly and prophesy
Fire. Smoke. Corpses
Everything is an illusion. Mountains. Grasslands. Blackbirds
Countless lost nights you pretended to be absentminded
Amiable wrinkles gifted to me
Holding the secrets of my life and death
I feared losing you and swore by the past
You, however, like an urchin, tormented me, captured me, and indulged me
Made me think I was moving on, but only in the same old place
And I uttered the foolish words:
Enlighten me, love or no love
(24)
From now on, I will never utter a word
A clothed walker
Existing noiselessly today and tomorrow
Searching for everything that looks like a human being, everything that looks like a flower
I know who I am again
I have missed all that I am
"She shall be trodden down cheaply, as the dirt in the streets."
Both past and present, I see nothing
Just the wind, holding me close in its arms
The heart's blog is faint, the heart's voice is far away
(25)
Who dances under the long drums
The three strings become rough, the yangqin and gaohu
alternate, and the guzheng follows in a polyphonic tone
The outpourings The theme is so complete
Love cannot be imitated
Oh, my dear, your praise alone is enough, let them go
Let them melt like snow
"Who are you?" Is that you asking me? I love
You hold me but don't recognize me
Don't recognize the dark cloud-encrusted bodice, staying in the same flame
O Eagle of my hope, the earth is silent
(26)
Meaningless landscapes that can't be borne
Pain once it arrives, there's no way to adjust to it
This capricious, fickle of the heart
I see nothing but myself
Everything will be ignored. I stand in the night
On the path illuminated by ice and snow, who says
"He who meets me shall kill me."
Loneliness leaps up inside me
How much I am like a snail that shrinks into its shell
Any sound cowers me
(27)
You can't come like this
Surge like this, my dear
I'll have to walk alone, on the icy path
Obscure night, deep Of night
Where only my will stands straight and goes forward
"There's no need for any of you at all, not one of you."
"No, that's not true, dear!"
How I flutter away like a dead leaf blown by the cold wind
The damp surface of that leaf
Soaked to the skin that it can't be told off
(28)
I hunt in my solitude
This dense forest oh
I have to exert my whole body to hunt myself
You don't look at me
p>Don't look at the scars on my body
These are the broken bones of my martyrdom, for God
The high, pale chin, like the sunlight on the water's surface
All broken away
(29)
Time is unstoppable. I can't move forward in my crying
"How unfortunate!"
What makes me so restless? Make me miserably green and burnt?
O my horse! Thou canst not give me comfort
God will not speak, neither wilt thou speak
What surrounds me again?
I can't see through the snow and the wind, the ice and the trees
They squeak softly
Crawling through my permanently divided heart
They taunt me, or strike me, or torment me indefinitely
My self-inflicted sorrow
My boots are covered in mud, my clothes are covered in dirt, and I'm not sure what to do with them. were covered in dirt, as were my clothes
The voice came from a half-open door, an empty room
"You will sacrifice everything."
(30)
In such dress and longing
In this nameless place you will forget me
The star, don't say whose it is, to whom it is given
"Darling, it's my fault."
It's me who loses sleep at night, remembering the hollow
Remembering an early morning when the fruit trembled and fell from the branches
Remembering the warmth of your blue lagoon
Your citrus chrysanthemums and valerian fragrance
(31)
Everything is so far from the truth
I'm doing the dance of despair. Darling
My wings flapping high in the sky ring too lonely
I can't feel the warmth of the stars without you
Alas, you came. Flying light, I can't catch up
Without light, I can't guess
"You! You owe me more than you can remember"
I'm being unbridledly brave. I provoked you like this
I came to you. I was in love with you
I was the poison you prepared, your last happiness
The ancient country where your fire phoenix came to meet
So flamboyant, so innocent
(32)
That was the land of indulging happiness
The altar of snow was dedicated to the god of wheat and pastoralismThe four scattered kozakuraki were filled with the smoky incense of Arabia
p>Guards in fancy dress greeted me
"O happy one! The one who was sent to this land by fate."
"Yes? The happy one? I want to give thanks."
Flutes and harps retained the first and last blossoms of the rose
The men were immaculate, the women were light as willows
At the city square, they began to sing
"Oh, prime beloved beloved, oh, creature of the gods"
(33)
It's night, but still no sleep
White marble pieces surround the celestial springs, and the wings of nocturnal music
In the deep, starry sky, silent and far-reaching
I can't mimic the exuberance and the chirping of the hundreds of birds
Carved doors covered in gold, and the leaves and the flowers are leaping
Faint trills are mingling with the birds' voices
"All beauty, all truth, comes from God."
You say to me God, which is pure beyond my comprehension
The dove of the Holy Spirit descends on the lake
Dancing like a drunken man till dawn
Oh, my darling
Love is the only scene I have ever seen
Immortality is the only sonata I have ever played