Is Zhao Lihong, who wrote Mountain Rain , a man or a woman?

Zhao Lihong: Gender: Male Date of Birth:

1951 Nationality: Han nationality, young essayist, member of the Democratic Progressive Association. A native of Chongming County, Shanghai.

After graduating from high school in 1968, he returned to his hometown to join the queue and worked as a carpenter, a township postman, a teacher, and a county office worker. In 1978, he was admitted to the Chinese Department of East China Normal University and began to write poetry and prose. After graduating from university, he worked for the magazine "Sprout", and in 1987, Zhao Lihong was hired as a professional writer for the Shanghai Writers Association.

He is a member of the Chinese Writers Association. He used to be the vice chairman of the Shanghai Youth Federation and a member of the National Committee of the Chinese People's Political Consultative Conference. He is currently the vice chairman of the Shanghai Writers Association.

He is the author of essay collections "Life Grass", "Venus at the Seaside", "Toddler", "Love in the World", "Poetry Soul", "Selected Prose of Zhao Lihong", "Islander's Notes", "Charm of Life", poetry collections "Coral", "Silent Holly", "151 Lyric Poems", reportage collections "Heart Painting", "Bird Idiot", prose "Looking at the Moon", etc. His works have won dozens of awards, and "The Soul of Poetry" won the National Excellent Prose Collection Award in the New Era. In the early 80s, Zhao Lihong, who had become a member of the Chinese Writers Association, wrote an essay entitled "The Soul of Poetry", telling the story of him and "Pushkin's Selected Lyric Poems", expressing his nostalgia for the poet and his complicated feelings about that gray era.

The former Soviet sinologist and Moscow publisher General Beren translated this essay into Russian and introduced it to Russian readers. After the publication of his essay collection "The Soul of Poetry", he won the China New Era Outstanding Prose Collection Award. The group of poems "China, my dear motherland" was was.

The man is a woman's name.

Zhao Lihong came suddenly—followed by the moist mountain wind, followed by the wisps of light clouds and mist, and the rain came gently and quietly......

First I heard its voice, coming from far away in the mountains and forests, from the very high slopes

Shalala, Shalala......

Like a wordless ballad, magically floated up from all directions, and gradually became clearer, louder, from far to near, from far to ......near, from far to near

In the sound of rain, I remembered Li Shangyin's poem: "Chic and back to Ting, slightly over the short pavilion." The air is cool and the bamboo is moved first, and the point is fine and not opened.

Slightly high swallow, sparse firefly ......"It's like writing about how I feel at the moment. The rain has turned every rock, every leaf, and every green grass in this mountain into a wonderful key, and the fluttering rain is a myriad of light and soft fingers, playing one elegant and more fantastical little song ......This song should only be in the sky "Heh!

The rain changed the color of the mountain forest. In the sunlight, the color layers of the mountains and forests are almost unrecognizable, ranging from dark green, emerald green, pale green, golden yellow, to fiery red. In the rain, all the colors melt into the watery green, dazzling green and transparent.

This fresh green seems to flow in the rain and mist, into my eyes, into my heart and ......

The green of the rain is difficult to bring out on the painter's palette, but once you see the green of the water, it is hard to forget. Memories are like a piece of dry rice paper, this green, with the slightest wisps of light rain, quietly dissolves on the paper, dissolves ......

It went suddenly—at some point, and the rain quietly stopped. The wind also held its breath, and the mountain suddenly became very quiet. In the distance, an unknown bird began to crow, as if pouring out the joy of the bath.

In the distance, the raindrops condensed on the leaves continued to drip down, dripping into the small puddles on the side of the road, making an unusually crisp sound

Ding-dong-ding-ding-dong......

It's like the afterglow of a mountain rain.