Editor's Note
Ms. Fu Tianlin, a member of the Chinese Writers Association, the former vice president of the Chinese Poetry Society, the president of the Chongqing New Poetry Society, the honorary vice chairman of the Chongqing Writers Association, the cultural consultant of the Upstream News-Chongqing Evening News, and the famous poet, died in Chongqing at 11:03 on October 23, 2021 at the age of 76 due to ineffective medical treatment.
Fu Tianlin, born on January 24, 1945 in Zizhong County, Sichuan Province, graduated from Chongqing Electric Power Technical School in 1961 and was assigned to jinyun mountain farm. In the meantime, inspired by poetry and life, he began to try to write poetry. In 1981, she launched her debut poetry collection "Green Notes", entering the poetry world as an "orchard poet", which was a blockbuster and opened her brilliant and brilliant literary creation career.
"Poetry is destiny, writing poetry is writing experience, writing times, writing life." This is Fu Tianlin's poetic concept. The literary community also often evaluates his works as "sincere" and "clean".
Fu Tianlin has been engaged in literary creation for 60 years, and has published more than 20 poems, essays, and children's novels. His works have won the National Outstanding Poetry Award for Young and Middle-Aged People, the First National Outstanding Poetry Collection Award, the Second National Women's Literature Award, the People's Literature, Poetry Journal, Chinese Writers, Stars Excellent Poetry Award, Bingxin Children's Book Award, etc.
In 2010, Fu Tianlin won the Fifth Lu Xun Literature Award for her poetry collection "Lemon Leaves".
The death of Ms. Fu Tianlin is a major loss to the Chinese poetry circle and the Chongqing literary circle. The poets and poets were deeply saddened and wrote poems with tears in their hearts, remembering this motherly poet and mentor. Selected works are now featured to express our common grief.
She didn't leave
——Mourning the poet Fu Tianlin
Zheng Jinsong
Today's frost fell, and it rained for several days but suddenly cleared
It's a day that doesn't live up to its name
Blue sky and white clouds, how pure and how clean
The bad news suddenly came ——
"The evergreen tree of Chinese poetry,
Fu Tianlin, who "has been writing good poetry all his life"
Let's go. She was gone, frost, and it really fell
Actually, she likes the weather
The autumn light is harmonious, and the sky is as blue as a wash
This page is a huge blue note, and you can write a lot of poems
She deserves such a sky
From the orchard to the sea, the sea at this moment hangs in the sky
Greet a poet, greet a new star
So, she didn't leave
She was in the sun, she was on the sea, in the blue sky
In the white clouds, in the poem she loved all her life
She didn't leave
Jinyun Mountain was affectionately calling out to her daughter
At this moment, Dai Hu is a teardrop of the mother
"The fish are going home", home is in the mountains
The lemon was yellow, and she lived in the lemon
Her verses are also written on the leaves
It's just that there is one more Chinese poet on the moon
This is her verse, allow me to copy it at this moment —
"Look, the moon is rising, it's rising
Water from the lake, from the meadows, from the woods
It rose above the city
The moon is full of poets
I saw it at a glance
Li Bai, Du Fu, Wang Wei, Cen Shan, Zhang Jiuling...
From today onwards, allow me to add a sentence -
I saw it at a glance— Fu Tianlin
She stood on her own verse
One stop is eternity
Yes, I looked up at the clearing of miles, tears flowing
"You don't have to shoot a bullet
The only one who has taken over another planet is the poet."
She's in "West of Xining"
She was kissing the prairie sun lightly
Like that gentle sheep, suck the dew from the tip of the grass
Taking advantage of the most beautiful autumn colors, she went to heaven on earth
Jiuzhaigou Ah, she said vigorously -
"All the way down the water, how nice, how beautiful"
She was following the water and walking towards the past
Along the mountain, she also climbed in the spring breeze of this year
Tianchi Miao Village in Wulong Houping
She scooped up a spoonful of lamb broth from the Tujia sister-in-law
Praise "the aroma of a mountain"
She did not leave, she went to the ruins after the Wenchuan earthquake
She shouted at the bags—"
"My child, I am your mother...
If only it could be done again
I'm going to put you all back in my stomach, one by one."
She didn't leave, she was on the edge where the smoke had cleared
Touch those seventeen- or eighteen-year-old monuments—
"Soldiers are short and immortal guns
Guns, handsome and dashing subtropical soldiers"
She didn't leave,
She had touched the starlight of the mountain city
The starlight of the city is her kind eyes
Tonight, everyone is reading her verses
She will always live in people's hearts
She said, "Motherland, I am your poet."
Her poems have "Ten Thousand Acres of Vastness"
She will always be with the vast earth
She didn't leave...
(Note: The quotation marks in the poem are Fu Tianlin's verses or poem titles)
(The author is the deputy director of the Archives of Southwest University, the vice chairman and secretary general of the Beibei District Writers Association)