Second Lu Xun Literature Prize Winning Works Series - Poetry

Author: Gao Hongbo / Lin Mang
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Publishing Date: 2002-01-01
Features: The Lu Xun Literature Prize is a national high-level literary award, and in the eyes of domestic writers, its status is comparable to the Nobel Prize in Literature. The winning works of the Second Lu Xun Literature Prize National Excellent Poetry Award are: "Shyness" by Yang Xiaomin, "Selected Poems in Colloquial Chinese" by Qu Youyuan, "The Earth Is an Eye" by Zhu Zengquan, "Poems by Xi Chuan," and "Pure Sunshine" by Cao Yuxiang.
Publisher's Note: Editor's Preface The China Writers Association Lu Xun Literature Prize, National Excellent Poetry Award (1997–2000), received 120 poetry collections. Among them, 107 were recommended by provincial, municipal, autonomous regions, and publishing houses, while the remaining 9 were self-nominated. An additional 4 were excluded from the review process due to exceeding the deadline. The preliminary review panel carefully read all 107 collections, and experts provided specific evaluations for each. Based on the collective assessment of the preliminary reviewers, 27 collections advanced to the preliminary round. After further deliberation by the preliminary expert panel, 12 collections were recommended for review by the prize committee. The prize committee thoroughly read and discussed these 12 collections, supplemented by additional works for review, fully embracing artistic democracy and encouraging open discussion. Ultimately, 5 collections were awarded the Second Lu Xun Literature Prize. These 5 collections fully reflect the development and changes in Chinese poetry in recent years. Through this collection of winning works, we present the outstanding creations of five poets, hoping to contribute to the flourishing of Chinese poetry and to offer poetic responses to the great era we inhabit. Gao Hongbo & Lin Mang, September 2, 2001
Excerpt:
A person, everything has ended. I remain alone in the distance and walk on, not equivalent to disappearance. Taking away a heart, yet sunlight and air still remain.
You have left, and in the lonely years, I grow even more lonely.
I entrust life, along with my own fate, to one—fire.
Crows in the fields, fragments of vessels.
A drop of water, a drop of water, eternal illusion.
And my poems, the crying camel.
This unchangeable all, I see alone.
You bend at the edge of the great wind.
Autumn leaves flutter. I fall into an empty port, like a flower underwater.
Gazing at the sunset in the sky.
Silent and sorrowful.