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He Qifang (1912-1977) was a famous Chinese poet, essayist, literary critic, and theorist of "Red Studies". A native of Wanxian County, Sichuan (now Wanzhou, Chongqing). He graduated from the Department of Philosophy of Peking University and is one of the "Three Poets of Han Garden".

His main works include: the essay collection "Painting Dreams" (famous), the poetry collection "Prophecy", and the research on Dream of Red Mansions. Formerly known as He Yongfang, he was born in an old-fashioned family in Wanxian County, Sichuan.

After graduating from the Department of Philosophy of Peking University in 1935, he successively taught all over the country, founded the journal "Work", published a large number of poems and political chapters, and expressed great indignation at the Kuomintang's passive war of resistance. His early works, such as "Han Garden Collection", "Night Song", "Prophecy", "Night Song and Song of the Day", etc., are deeply loved by readers.

In 1938, he went to Yan'an Lu Xun Art Institute to teach, and in the same year joined the Communist Party of China, and did a lot of pioneering work for revolutionary literature and art. After the founding of the People's Republic of China, successively.

He is a member of the 1st, 2nd and 3rd National Committee of the Chinese People's Political Consultative Conference, a deputy to the 3rd National People's Congress, a former member of the China Federation of Literary and Art Circles, the secretary of the Chinese Writers Association, a member of the Faculty of Philosophy and Social Sciences of the Chinese Academy of Social Sciences, the director of the Institute of Literature, and the editor-in-chief of Literary Review. He is a poet who has achieved great achievements throughout the middle of the 20th century, the great era and the great change.

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A native of Wanxian County, Sichuan (now Wanzhou, Chongqing).

He graduated from the Department of Philosophy of Peking University and is one of the "Three Poets of Han Garden".

After the founding of the People's Republic of China in 1949, he successively served as a member of the China Federation of Literary and Art Circles, a director and secretary of the Chinese Writers Association, and the director of the Institute of Literature of the Chinese Academy of Social Sciences.

He Qifang (1912 2 5-1977 7 24), formerly known as He Yongfang, was a native of Wanxian County, Sichuan Province (now Wanzhou, Chongqing City). In 1929, he was admitted to the Chinese Public School in Shanghai, and published new poems. In 1931, he entered the Department of Philosophy of Peking University and began to publish his works in journals such as Modern Times and Literary Quarterly in Beijing and Shanghai.

His poems are included in the "Han Garden Collection" collected with Bian Zhilin and Li Guangtian. The collection of essays "Painting Dreams" expressed symbolic poetry with brilliant prose and created an independent lyrical prose style, so it won the literary prize of Ta Kung Pao in 1936. After graduating from university in 1935, he successively taught at Nankai Middle School in Tianjin and Laiyang Rural Normal School in Shandong.

"Miscellaneous Notes on Returning to the Hometown", which was created under the influence of reality, etc. After the outbreak of the Anti-Japanese War, he returned to his hometown and Chengdu as a teacher, founded the semi-monthly magazine "Work", and published poems such as "Chengdu, let me shake you awake". In 1938 and 944, he was sent to Chongqing twice to carry out the united front work in the cultural circles, and served as the vice president of the "Xinhua **" Society, and wrote many essays, essays and commentaries on Xianghan.

In 1948, he was transferred to the Marxist-Leninist Institute. Since 1953, he has led the Institute of Literature of the Chinese Academy of Social Sciences for a long time, and served as the secretary of the Chinese Writers Association, mainly committed to the organization of literary criticism and literary research.

Bibliography: Han Yuan Collection (poetry collection) co-authored with Bian Zhilin and Li Guangtian, 1936, business.

Painting Dreams (collection of essays) 1936, Wensheng.

Deliberate Collection (**, Drama and Other Collections) 1938, Wensheng; Addendum and deletion of the 1940, Wensheng.

Diary of a Homecoming (collection of essays) 1939, Liangyou; Also known as "Miscellaneous Notes on Returning to the Hometown", 1943, Guilin Work Society.

Prophecy (Collected Poems) 1945, Wen Sheng; Addendum and deletion, 1957, New Literature and Art.

Night Song (poetry collection) 1945, Poetry and Literature Society; Revised Edition, 1950, Wen Sheng; The addition and deletion of this book is also known as "Night Song".

and the Song of the Day, 1952, Humanities.

Spark Collection (Essay Collection) 1945, Qunyi.

The continuation of the Spark Collection (essay collection) 1949, Qunyi.

On Realism (** set) 1950, Haiyan.

Xiyuan Collection (** Collection) 1952, Humanities.

On Writing Poetry and Reading Poetry, I Laugh (** Collection) 1956, writer.

Anthology of Essays, 1957, Humanities.

Poetry Appreciation (** collection) 1962, writer.

He Qifang's Poems, 1979, Shanghai Literature and Art.

He Qifang Anthology (1-3 volumes), 1979, Sichuan people.

An Ordinary Story (collection of essays) 1982, Hundred Flowers.

He Qifang's Collected Writings (1-6), 1982-1984, Humanities.

Selected Readings of He Qifang's Poems, 1986, Sichuan Education Press.

He Qifang's Prose Anthology, 1986, Hundred Flowers.

The representative works are "Painting Dreams" and "An Ordinary Story".

Bibliography:

Han Yuan Collection (poetry collection) co-authored with Bian Zhilin and Li Guangtian, 1936, and business "Painting Dream Record" (prose collection) 1936, Wensheng.

Deliberate Collection (**, Drama and Other Collections) 1938, Wensheng; Add-and-delete edition, 1940, Wensheng's Diary of Returning to the Hometown (collection of essays), 1939, Liangyou; Also known as "Miscellaneous Notes on Returning to the Hometown", 1943, Guilin Work Society.

Prophecy (Collected Poems) 1945, Wen Sheng; Addendum and deletion, 1957, New Literature and Art "Night Song" (poetry collection) 1945, Poetry and Literature Society; Revised Edition, 1950, Wen Sheng; The addition and deletion of this book is also known as "Night Song".

and the Song of the Day, 1952, Humanities.

Spark Collection (Essay Collection) 1945, Qunyi.

The continuation of the Spark Collection (essay collection) 1949, Qunyi.

On Realism (** set) 1950, Haiyan.

Xiyuan Collection (** Collection) 1952, Humanities.

On Writing Poetry and Reading Poetry" (** Collection) 1956, Writer "Selected Essays" 1957, Humanities.

Poetry Appreciation (** collection) 1962, writer.

He Qifang's Poems, 1979, Shanghai Literature and Art.

He Qifang's Anthology (1-3 volumes) 1979, Sichuan People's An Ordinary Story (prose collection) 1982, Baihua He Qifang Anthology (1-6) 1982-1984, Humanities He Qifang's Selected Poems and Essays 1986, Sichuan Education Publishing House, He Qifang's Prose Anthology, 1986, Baihua.

Bibliography of Translation: He Qifang's Translation of Poems, 1984, Foreign Literature Publishing House.

"Looking Back".

Inscription: The Buddha said: It takes 500 times to look back in the past life in exchange for one passing in this life, so how many times do I have to look back to really live in your heart? In my previous life, I looked back frequently.

A handkerchief waving goodbye floated into a cloud.

How much lovesickness, how much sorrow.

Eventually, it became a water mark that sent me away.

In this life, I look for the lost footprints of my past life.

Trekking through mountains and rivers into your eyes.

Five hundred glances back in the past life can be exchanged for one passing in this life.

I have looked back a thousand times in exchange for a stop in front of you in this life.

Ask the Buddha: How many times do you have to look back before you can really live in your heart?

The Buddha was speechless, and I could only look back frequently.

Like a moth to a fire.

It's okay to be reckless and it's okay to be without a reason.

Look back, look back.

A thousand times, you are in my eyes, and you are in my heart.

I look back and look forward to your tenderness.

I often look back and long, longing to be together.

In my past life, I looked back in the boat.

The lotus leaves are connected one by one, forming the sorrow in my eyes.

In this life, the Buddha fulfills my thoughts.

Let me walk into your eyes.

I've been looking for a long time, and I'm tired.

I just want to rest in your arms.

Just want your hand to wipe the tears from my face.

Just want your body temperature to warm my cold hands.

Don't ask me why I've come all the way to find you in this life.

I didn't drink Meng Po soup I was worried about you in my heart.

Don't ask me why I'm crying.

I didn't drink Meng Po soup I still remember the despair in my heart when I parted in my previous life, and I cried with joy.

Tears fall on your lapel.

The sorrows of the previous life bloomed into a dense lilac tree.

I just want to join hands with you under the tree to see that one bloom into five petals and prophesy happiness to us, and I still look back frequently in this life.

In this life, I still don't drink Meng Po soup.

In the next life, I will go all the way to find you.

In the next life, I will hold hands with you to find the five-petal cloves.

A flowering tree.

How did Xi Murong let you meet me.

In my most beautiful moments.

For this, I have been praying before the Buddha for 500 years.

Pray to the Buddha for us to form a relationship with the earth.

The Buddha turned me into a tree.

Grow by the side of the road that you must pass.

Flowers bloom discreetly in the sun.

The flowers are the hope of my past life.

When you approach. Please listen carefully.

That trembling leaf.

It's the enthusiasm I was waiting for.

And when you finally walk through in defiance.

Falling to the ground behind you.

Friend, that's not petals.

That's my withered heart.

Autumn is so fragrant.

The dew of the morning fell, and the sound of logging drifted out of the valley.

Put down the sickle that has eaten the aroma of rice, and use the back basket to hold the fat melons and fruits between the bamboo fences.

In autumn, it is perched in a farmhouse.

Cast a round net into the cold mist on the river, and put away the shadow of the blue bream-like black cypress leaves.

The reeds were laden with hoarfrost, and the small oars that returned to the moored were gently rocked.

Autumn game on a fishing boat.

The grass and fields are even more open to the sound of crickets.

The water of the stream has dried up, and the stones have become clearer.

Where is the sound of the flute on the back of the ox, the flute hole full of the incense and heat of the summer night?

Autumn dreams in the eyes of the shepherdess.

Autumn has really fallen, the early morning is full of dewdrops and the sound of logging, Ding Ding floats out of the valley, puts down the old New Year's rice fragrant sickle and uses a micro basket to decorate the bamboo hedge, the fat and thin melon and fruit Xiaotian Tanabata is sprinkled on the cold mist on the river in the farmer's house, the round net collects the evil dirt of the light world, and the shadow of the memory is full of hoarfrost, gently shaking Silicon Valley.