Hu Hongyi is a native of Zhumadian, Henan Province. He has worked as a rural physical education teacher, a propaganda officer in the Propaganda Department of the County Party Committee, a literary and artistic choreographer in the provincial television station, an editor-in-chief of recreation and entertainment in the South China Morning Post, a chief reporter, and a deputy editor-in-chief of the Jian Newspaper (sponsored by the Guangxi Daily Newspaper). Now he is the deputy director of Guangxi Art Creation Center.
Chinese Name: Hu Hongyi
Nationality: Chinese
Ethnicity: Han
Birthplace: Zhumadian, Henan Province
Date of Birth: 1968
Occupation: Writer
Graduated from: Northwestern University, Department of Chinese Language and Literature
Representative Works: The True Love of Three People
Gender Male
Profile
Successively studied in Henan Zhumadian Normal School, Zhumadian Education College, Lu Xun College of Literature, Northwestern University, Beijing Film Academy, and Central Academy of Drama. Now he is a member of Guangxi Writers' Association, a member of Chinese Dramatists' Association, and a part-time professor of Guangxi University for Nationalities in the direction of broadcasting and television editing and directing.
Hundreds of thousands of words of short and medium-sized stories, such as "The Wheat is Yellow", "Duanzi", "Red Umbrella", "Tiny", and "The First Flight", have appeared in literary journals all over the country. He has published the movie novel "True Love Three", personal anthology "Guangxi Contemporary Writers Series--Hu Hong Volume 1", city biography "Dragon City Code", character biography "Chinese Style Landscape Rhapsody", and a collection of playwrights "Mountain Songs Lead to the Moon", and so on.
In addition to literary creation, he has also been widely involved in news, music, film and television dramas, large-scale song and dance evenings and other areas of planning and creation. He has written news features and reportage literature such as "A School for Two", "Touching Father and Son" and "Four Generations and a Flock of Egrets", and adapted them into movies, TV dramas, radio dramas and stage plays.
Songs for which he has written lyrics include "People's Servant", "The Promise of the Earth", "Mountain Song Leads to the Moon", "The Ballad of Tip-Tip", "Standing on This Slope and Looking at That Slope", "Singing for Life", "Embroidery Zhuangxiang", "Staying in Guests' Song", "Won't Forget", "On the Road to Happiness", "Loyalty", etc. He has participated in the opening ceremony of "Songs of the Earth" in Nanning International Folk Song Festival, and in "Sino-Korean Song Contest" on CCTV. "China-Korea Song Festival", the Ministry of Public Security Spring Festival Gala, the 50th anniversary of the founding of the Guangxi Zhuang Autonomous Region, "Songs are better than the spring river water" literary evening, to celebrate the 60th anniversary of the founding of the Chinese People's *** and the country's Variety Gala, "Long Live the Motherland," and so on, more than 100 large-scale performances, by Chen Ming, Mao Amin, Qu Biawu, Lei Jia, Lv Jihong, Wei Song, Arua Zhuo, Tang Can, Tu Honggang, Focus Band and other singer band singing.
The third contracted writer in Guangxi, the first, second and third contracted musician in Guangxi.
Guangxi Ten Hundred Thousand Talents, Excellent Experts.
Catalog of Works
Monographs: Film Novel "True Love for Three" (Guangxi Nationalities Publishing House), Guangxi Contemporary Writers Series--Hu Hong Volume 1 (Li Jiang Publishing House), City Biography "Dragon City Code" (Guangxi Normal University Press), Biography "Chinese Style Landscape Rhapsody" ( Guangxi Normal University Press), a collection of plays "Mountain Songs Lead to the Moon" (China Drama Publishing House), etc.;
Songs: "People's Servant", "Mountain Songs Lead to the Moon", "The Covenant of the Earth", "The Ballad of Tip Tip Tip", "On the Road to Happiness", "Loyalty", etc.
Radio dramas: "There's a World Beyond the Mountain", "The Promise", "Red Sailboat", "I'm Gonna Fly", etc.;
Films: "That Autumn", "True Love Three", "Mangrove by the Sea", "Cap", etc.;Theatre: Opera "Strong Brocade", Strong Drama "Catch the Mountain", Colorful Dance Drama "Mountain Songs Lead to the Moon", Musical "Dragon Boat Tune", "The Wind Blows Across the Bridge", Live Scene Performance "Heaven's Remarks - Genghis Khan", Song and Dance Show "Jin - Feast", "Wind - Elegant - Song", etc.
Awards
The movie "True Love" won the Grand Prize of Long Feature Film in Cairo International Film Festival, the Ninth National "Five One Project Award", the First Prize of Screenwriting in the Tenth China Population and Culture Award, and the "Tongniu Award" of China Film. The first prize for screenwriting of the Ninth National "Five One Project Award", the Tenth "China Population Culture Award", the "Tongniu Award" and the Outstanding Child Actor Award of China Film;
The radio dramas "There is a World Beyond the Mountain" and "The Promise" won the Seventh National "Five One Project" Award and the China Broadcasting Drama Award;
The news report "A School for Two" won the "First Prize of Guangxi News Award". First Prize of Guangxi News Award", "First Prize of National Provincial Evening News";
Songs such as "People's Servant", "Mountain Song Leads to the Moon" and "Loyalty" have been filmed as music and TV and broadcasted on CCTV and TV stations all over the country, and won the National "Five Firsts Project" Award and the Chinese Radio Drama Award. National "Five One Project" selected works award, China's first original song competition "Ten Golden Songs" award, the first national public service song competition lyrics and music gold medal, the national "radio new song" silver award
The opera "Zhuang Jin" won the "China Drama Award - Repertoire Award" at the 11th China Drama Festival and the "Wenhua Outstanding Repertoire Award" at the 9th China Arts Festival.
Character's autobiography
Character's feature: Talking about Stuff (excerpt)
Writing: Hu Hongyi
From the time I learned about Stuff (a writer from Guangxi, one of the Three Musketeers of Guangxi's literary world) to the time I got to know Stuff, it took a couple of years between the two of us. At first, I read his novels, sometimes I can't remember what he wrote, but his name shines in my memory like a knife. I thought to myself, "Who is this guy? I'm not afraid that people will take this as a cheap shot.
Later to be located in the ancient capital of Xi'an, Northwestern University to read the Chinese Department of writers class, found that the name of something in the roster, but only hear the stairs ringing not see people down. His delay in reporting for duty did not prevent the professors from naming him every day, not to mention the fact that I took the opportunity to occupy his bed to put sundry things. In this way, has been "absenteeism" until our graduation, something also did not show up once. Later, I heard that he and Yu Hua, Han Dong, Chen Dye, etc., together with the Guangdong Youth Literature Institute guest hired as professional writers, only to know that he did not come to school the real reason.
In the fall of 1996, I became a reporter for a sub-newspaper of the Guangxi Daily by magic. From the vast Central Plains all of a sudden came to Nanning, food, climate and language can not be adapted to, is no family to hold back the depression, suddenly learned that something is also working in the same building, the heart suddenly grows a few points of affinity. Before going to worship this nominal classmate's dock, I deliberately reread some of his novels in order to get close to him. I remembered that day the sun was good, pushed open the door of the deputy publication department of Guangxi Daily, I shouted who is something? The room was full of people looking up at me. A small man with glasses got up in a hurry, and claimed my inquiry in a weak voice, whispering "I am I am", with a somewhat nervous and confused expression. Like the scattered Red Army suddenly found the organization, I clutched his hand that is not generous, shook vigorously to introduce themselves, something that only then the general treatment of authors to the door of the expression of submission, slowly adjusted to the appropriate proportion of polite smile. When I flabbergastedly praised him for his novels, something obviously became nervous, and intentionally differed from the topic of the loud introduction of colleagues, very grandly said that this is what the director, that is what the association members, trying to a small room, rendered extraordinary crouching tigers and hidden dragons
Self Description: Why write (excerpt)
About the year I was 12 years old, my height jumped to 1-75 meters overnight, and in the morning, I got up to the arm and leg. 75 meters, the morning I got up arms and legs into the clothes off the day before, only to find that the cuffs and trouser legs short a big cut, thought it was the fabric shrinkage, did not care too much. Carrying a backpack to school, standing in the middle of the children of the same age to raise the national flag and sing the national anthem, only to feel taller than a head of a first bladder of unnatural, like a donkey suddenly ran in the flock. The first row sitting in front of the class, behind the students only see my back back of the head, can not see what is written on the blackboard, the same day by the eyes of the very good-looking female homeroom teacher, I will be transferred to the last row.
In that period of time is really strange, my meal a strong miso to grow up, eat more than the family with seven cubs of the old sow, sleep at night when the bones are like just watered red sorghum, can hear the sound of the pulling of the bar bar this kind of growth in a thousand miles a day situation, so I was excited and scared, years later still vivid in retrospect: a moment like a happy I was like a happy rat at one time, and a worried fool at another. It was the early eighties of the last century, the land of the Central Plains, every family divided into fields and land, just smashed eat a long time pot meal, self-reliance to live a few days of comfort, folks busy day and night from the land digging for gold and silver, and would like to take the milk dolls as a labor force to make use of. Father is a country doctor busy treating the sick to save people, mother is busy with home, really busy, will inevitably instruct me to do some farm work within their reach. To be honest, I am a person who does not like to work, just like the sage Kong Lao Er said, the four bodies do not work hard and the five grains do not share. In my mother's words, it's called reaching out and not carrying four taels of weight. My favorite thing to do is to sleep with my head buried in the ground, I can sleep without eating, I can sleep without distinguishing between day and night, and I can sleep between two raised graves when I am gathering wheat in order to escape from physical labor, in order to have time to sleep with my head buried in the ground, I want to do everything to avoid it and my mother has broken it down one by one. One day, I was inspired to move out of the table and stool spread out the pen and paper, pulling up to write the grand style, but intentionally downplayed the mother said: "I want to write a book when the writer miles!"
This move not only stunned the mother, but also shocked the whole family. After this, as long as I make writing, even if the family is busy with the dragon and tiger, no one dares to instruct me to do this and that, and then again bitter and tired, but also willing to look at me with admiration. It was the neighbors who could not establish the concept of "writer" and often regarded "writing a book" as "telling a book", and a scene and a character immediately appeared in their minds. is to take advantage of the spare time throughout the year, bamboo sticks to explore the road to the village of the drum book artist - blind Zhang Hao, said this is not to learn that "blind Hao" skillful to ask for food? See the mother listened to the face is not good, immediately changed his mind and said, I think it will work, and said that you can eat a full meal mixed with a round stomach.
No matter how outsiders look at it, I am happy, not only fell into the leisure but also be valued by the family. When someone pays attention to me, I'm not going to stop until I've written a masterpiece. When no one pays attention to, simply head cover and sleep. As time goes by, it has become a habit, even if the sleep is dead and heavy, as long as I hear the footsteps of my family members coming back from outside work, I will jump up and bite the pencil to do the vomiting and deduction. When I saw this picture, my family was often very happy, as if I was their piece of the most beautiful crop.
Using writing as an excuse, I gradually some of the pampered, delicate skin and long limbs, see the oil bottle fell down also lazy to help. As a result of the birth of the age of the big tall, on the way home from school, often by some of the village scurrying matchmaker stalking trailing, when they saw my house in the countryside at that time not common red brick tiled house, more firmly "eat carp" (according to the hometown custom, the newlyweds to give the matchmaker on New Year's Eve to the big carp) of the conviction, on the I looked for my mother to get close to her, pulling out pictures of one beautiful girl after another, letting my mother jump and choose at random. At this time, the mother often patted her thighs and burst into tears of laughter, saying that my son is still young, only twelve years old, how can an elementary school student get a wife? Matchmakers do not believe the mother's words, holding those good-looking photos shaking over and over, said don't coax people ah elementary school students how to grow so high miles, said less bride price okay ah, said do not want to pay the bride price inverted total can it? But the mother still shook her head vigorously, said her son will not be in the countryside in the future to find a daughter-in-law, said her son will grow up to be a writer of that! Matchmaker was very disappointed, aside from the father was holding the photo love, said his son is really too small, so many good girl pushed away also strange pity, simply said to his old man counted! Mother did not laugh, sharp eyes like an awl, gouging out the father straight hit the meat trembling. Later in the field to make a living, people nearly 30 years old did not have the intention of starting a family, far away in the rural areas of Henan mother often sighed, said that if I had known this, twelve years old, let you in the countryside in the marriage, dozens of miles around the big girl randomly pick randomly choose, I have been holding the grandchildren ah.
In this way, I first pretended to "fake singing" for several years, the highest achievement is often praised by the composition teacher in public. Until 18 years old to join the work that day, suddenly read the parents' expectations of the gaze, I know "things have made a big deal", and had to tough "real singing", 20 years old that year, the first essay in the "Henan Daily" supplement officially published, parents this is considered to be a real reward, holding the "Henan Daily" supplement, the parents of the "Henan Daily", the parents of the "Henan Daily" supplement officially published, parents this is considered to be a real reward. The first time I saw the paper was published in the Henan Daily supplement, and my parents were able to get a real reward for it, and I was happy to show it off with my neighbors and relatives.
Born not very filial me, in order to let parents continue to be happy, it is all the way oblique crooked hard on the "thief ship". Maybe that year, over-sleeping, maybe really not that piece of material, now often sleepless night after night, the whole of their own fried face like vegetables, still more acid than Shanxi old vinegar to praise themselves: ah! Literature makes me so "dregs of medicine"