Personal basic information

Name: Qin Zhao.

Pen name: Corydalis Qiwei

Gender: Female

Birthday: 1988. 10.5

Constellation: Libra

Hobbies: writing, music, movies, photography (hate being photographed), traveling.

Education: From 2003 to 2005, I studied in Chengdu Foreign Language School, a private high school. Before the college entrance examination, the foreign language passed GRE, and passed the written and oral examinations of self-enrollment reexamination in Tsinghua. Finally, the college entrance examination failed unexpectedly and Tsinghua missed it, so Tianjin Foreign Studies University was improved.

Favorite writers: Shi Tiesheng, Qing Yan, Annie Baby, Haruki Murakami, etc.

Published works (on the island, novelists and MOY, excluding blogs):

From 2002 to 2003, from June 5438 to 10, Bed is the Tomb of Youth (won the first prize of the 6th New Concept Composition).

In 2003, North, auditions, Old Town and yesterday.

In 2003-2004, I stayed away from the town and slept on the street.

Letters in 2005

In 2006, Blue of Flowers, Ice is Sleeping Water, Farewell to Spring and Light of the Earth (singles).

In 2007, I prayed at night under the lamp, the shadow of a teenager (up and down), Bo Dian, the Monkey King's miniskirt, wandering scenes and idle grass, and the year of zero in the north (the shadow of a teenager). I can't sit beside you sadly and dream of a river, for the memory of forgetting, blue face and street affairs.

In 2008, the remnant of a teenager (single), your name is Red, Night Mourning, I remember seeing Dunkirk again in the moonlight, goodbye, fantasy world (123), earthquake elsewhere, starlight before yesterday, silent breath, a bunch of rivers and September.

At present, the first draft of Ramben Jiayi has been completed.

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Personal work

The Lamp of the Earth is a realistic novel about redemption and liberation (2007+38).

Collection of Novels and Proses of Bed is the Grave of Youth (2007.38+038+0)

The novella "The Remnant Shadow of Teenagers" (serialized in "The Most Novel") (2008+0)

Writing process

I have been studying painting and piano since I was a child for nearly ten years. She admitted that she didn't have a huge amount of reading accumulation, but she wanted to write a book when she was in primary school. Under the guidance of her mother, she followed the rules to learn piano, draw, be a captain, monitor and take an Olympic math class. When I was in middle school, I was exposed to a little bit of guitar, jazz drums and movies. Later, I found that the only gain was to enter the way of expressing the world. I once dreamed of becoming a cartoonist and making a movie, but I still hate it. When I grew up, I met many precious things, and I began to recall those people and things, so I found the cheapest expression, that is, writing to prevent myself from defecting to time and memory. Look forward between memory and fantasy with an impetuous mentality, and live to die.

In 2002, Yannian wrote his first article "Bed is the Tomb of Youth". Looking back on yesterday, she said, I saw another metaphysical growth that writing brought me. Now it seems to be a tedious and embarrassing pen, but I despise the past because I have made progress.

In high school, Yan Nian made some valuable friends and benefited a lot, such as Qu He (one of the editors of Chengdu electronic magazine MOY), who lived a life related to writing, music and movies. But correspondingly, I am at a loss when I hate math exams. In the seventh year of Viola's growth, she couldn't get rid of several books she loved to read, because she learned them by heart after repeated reading, such as Shi Tiesheng's thousand-word essay Qiu Si, which she often read under a small 25-watt lamp in the dormitory. For the first time, she knew that the power of words was to do the reading problem of "Qiu Si" in Chinese class, but she was at a loss because of involuntary tears. She told herself that Shi Tiesheng's works made me re-examine the origin of literature and writing, and it will always have a supreme position in my heart.

In 2003, during my days and nights with Ditan, she stayed at the age of inner panic because she was not used to the loneliness that residents had to get used to. The purity and loneliness of the text reassured her, and she wrote some insincere words-North, audition, old town, yesterday.

In the second half of 2003, Far Town initiated evening self-study; Before the winter vacation, he went to Shanghai to participate in the Sixth New Concept Composition Competition, and his article "Bed is the Tomb of Youth" won the first prize. Wang Meng's signature was still on the red carton containing the trophy.

In 2004, I finished reading "Far Town" in the evening self-study class of the second semester of senior high school. In the "Lonely Island" introduced to my friends by this article, I ranked first in the reader's reply list. At this time, when she weighed the huge and heavy study pressure and the desire to write, she finally chose the latter. She said that the hearty places are often integrated with the words, and the exuberant desire and smooth process of expression are unprecedented, but they are only a flash in the pan. Eventually, in the war-torn senior three, all kinds of defections were abandoned, completing the formal self-comfort.

After June 2005, it was difficult to vent her frustration after failing the college entrance examination, and she embarked on a journey. Xiao Suo's "The Waste Land" makes her feel passionate and has several short outlines. When you get home, write down some irrelevant exercises, such as letters. This article was called Shen Congwen's character by Qu He, which made Yan Nian feel surprised and happy.

In 2006, standing on the tail of a teenager, she finally wrote her first novel, Light of the Earth.

Since the publication of Far Town, there has been controversy over the submission of Island and Novel. When hansey left Koai, Jing M.Guo regarded Viola No.7 as a core member of his team. In many fields of youth literature, which are extreme or strong, or pale with sadness or pain, Yan Nian's uniqueness has attracted the attention of many critics.

Writing achievement

The post-80s generation is a rare serious literary writer and a representative of the post-Anne Baby era. His writing style is mature and steady, quiet and transparent, full of spirituality and strong artistic sense. In her view, the ultimate pursuit of any art form is to express inner beauty and outer beauty, so as to oppose criticizing the expression of young authors on the grounds of rhetoric. She said that when the blind avoidance of language beauty has gradually become a trend, and when the pen has not been minimalist and inclusive, it may be ridiculous to think that choosing a poor and boring plain narrative is the so-called atmosphere.

External evaluation

I used to think that youth writing was superficial, but what Viola said in the seventh year made me feel that China's youth writing had new hope. -Chen Xiaoming (literary critic)

With the maturity that peers don't have, both the conception of the article and the height of the text itself are better than the authors of the same period. -Jing M.Guo (a leading figure in post-80s youth literature)

Personal classic quotations

Quilts are the graves of youth;

Because we all walk so easily in the shadow of others' aura, we are silly and noisy, and we firmly believe that this is our own advantage and value. And I indifferently insist on trying my best to describe the hostility between ideal and reality in pale language, as well as the long-standing indifference and hope, rejection and compromise in my heart. Really, really, again. Youth, my lovely youth.

Whether we are right or wrong, we love it but forget it. Did you cry when you left or something? I was just hurt, but I smiled. I want to quote a sentence that has been said many times. It is all the warmth in my life. I gave it to you and told me how to smile at others in the future.

It turns out that some things are really accomplished inadvertently, and some people are really destined beyond imagination ... No matter what kind of body God gave me, I have staged joys and sorrows for seventeen years, and some people have carved something in the scenery along the way. I learned to be safe, to lie, to be calm, to be silent and to be patient. The joy of tossing and turning turns into a cup, and I stand in the wind and sweep them into the darkest corner of my heart. It doesn't matter anymore. Smile at others with bright eyes and teeth like that, the soul bursts and the shadow lingers. Only strength is everywhere.

Therefore, if you have misfortune, you have to bear it yourself. Comfort is sometimes stretched, and you have to be strong if you are not strong. We are not naked, hungry and unaccompanied. We have no right to be sad. We can write happiness for a long time.

At the end of The Stranger, there is a cup of gloomy ashes scattered. How many weak human feelings can keep the regret of keeping a thin burial? At the end of the sad elegy, give this silent green monument a so-called mourning for the lonely marriage age? And this world, in a flash, how many bitter souls whose bones are not cold, follow into the empty silence, but can't afford a trace of commemoration in the world.

I stood in the wind, and my broom swept the scattered glass near the darkest corner of my heart.

The wind blew away. A year passed like this. It will continue like this next year. I don't know whether there is depression behind stability, or whether there is stability in depression. We just can't find it.

Look, in this world full of love and being loved, hurting and being hurt, life is mean to us, because it always lets us down; However, life is so generous that it will always save us after disappointment.

In forgotten memories;

Under the ordinary shell, there should be juicy pulp and hard and shiny stone like fruit.

In our time, what we lose is a kind of mood.

Have the simplest life and the farthest dream.

This youth is no different from the youth in any period in the world-the fleeting joys and sorrows in the years of life are like wild flowers burning on the road of life, decorating the dreams of passers-by.

Far town:

I thought rebirth was a beautiful thing. However, now I feel that this is even more helpless than carrying memories.

Sometimes we can trace back to the depths of a stranger's life, and we can clearly feel the similarity in the depths of everyone's soul.

If you don't travel far, how can you understand every strange and beautiful life track in the distance?

If life gives me countless faces, I will always choose the most painful one to touch.

There are many people you think you can forget. Actually, no. They are always in a corner of your heart. Until the end of your life. In the end, you will miss the light in the dark in every corner, because they constitute your memories and feelings. But you can't hug them anymore. It was not until the end that I realized that the journey was a lost process that I never forgot.

Profound thoughts are the link between oneself and memory. It supports all the past. Sadness and joy are mixed. It also leads us into a broad life path. This is the burden of our destiny. But I always willingly bear its heavy burden to balance my frivolous life.

In this world, there are things much bigger or sadder than you expected at any time.

Her usual attitude is melodramatic.

Missing is the weakest thing in life, not humbleness.

However, I choose to forget the people I care about.

In this world that regards turning back as weakness and shame. No matter how far you go, you will never achieve what you want. No matter how close you get, you can't go back to your dream. People will always be a group of creatures enslaved by their inner regrets and longings, trapped in a one-way street of life, unable to go far and go back.

I have seen your most affectionate face and your most gentle smile. In the cold world, the light gives me the ability to live and love while walking.

Some things fade away, you know it existed, but you forget how it existed.

Because they are flesh and blood, many words have become taboo. Communication is a shame, closeness is a shame, and it is natural to express love for each other by demanding and slandering each other. What a sad fact.

North:

Both man and the earth have a calm and simple face, which shows the ordinary history of thousands of years.

If you don't want to be disappointed in personnel, the only way is not to place any hope on them. ... this is not despair, it is the only way to survive and the prerequisite for happiness.

Blue flowers:

Is this growth? It's like turning a page.

Close, just because of fear of loneliness.

Goodbye. I know that if there is no parting, there will be no concern for growth.

Farewell to spring:

If tear drops, then my patience will be awakened.

The significance of youth never lies in the third year of purgatory, but must be forged by the third year of purgatory, with the most profound interpretation.

Postscript: The lamp bed of the earth is the grave of youth;

How hard it is for a person to be honest with his past.

Ice is sleeping water;

In autumn, there is an overwhelming blue sky in the north, which flows out of the eyes like the credits of European movies.

Melody is as kind as time. Swinging accordion and smiling beat. Unplugged memory

Sadness is negligible.

Happiness is integrable

From today to the infinite day (open left and close right)

Happiness is persistent.

The definition and value range of our will is R.

∴ The expected derivative must exist and always be greater than zero.

The function image of good luck is strictly simple and unbounded with the increase of abscissa time.

All the difficulties are △ > There is a real number solution.

The credit in the wallet is a geometric series with the first term greater than zero and the common ratio greater than one.

To sum up, youth has no limit.

Thin drinks:

Expression-if you must have it-can't lose a cool and reserved coat anyway.

It is something we have done to nag about this meaningless nostalgia occasionally. It's just that you put it quietly in the silence that is no longer easy to take out long before me. And until now, I often take loneliness and take it out for a quiet walk.

Only when memory becomes something outside our bodies can we go further in this cemetery.

The composition of youth, once considered to be extremely grand, is actually just some fragments so exquisite in form that once they fall into the river bed of time, they can never be found again.

Once I have to leave for a long time, how will I miss, how will I miss, how will I dream, because I dare not miss, how will I dream.

Life is just a ruler ... In such a ruler, youth only occupies a short period of time, and it is always represented by several beautiful symbols. The way we look at it records that we are as far away from it as a sundial.

I think we must live with dignity because of the generosity of life. Just like life itself, respect our existence.

Night prayer under the lamp:

Walking on a deserted road, I saw loneliness in an instant.

Memories and nostalgia will not last longer than our lives; ... I thought of you at that time, but I couldn't remember the feeling of things. So forgetting is meaningless, just like saying silence in words.

In the life we once lived or came, did we stick to the original intention of youth and innocence, can it continue in the rest of our lives, and are we still on the road for the past obsession?

Wandering scenery and idle grass;

The light was blocked out of the window by the gentle radian on the top, and only a long and narrow warm color was cut on the rough old wooden floor that was stripped of paint.

Excessive emotional exertion is also full of cracks.

The luxury of youth lies in being sober enough to spend more than 700 nights writing a insincere letter to a person who does not belong to the future.

Those youths who once had nowhere to put and were almost full of life once gave us a beautiful and luxurious way to decorate the ordinary and lonely life.

If a person's dream can't come true, then only one gesture is good. For example, put on a flying posture, or say a blessing to see the sea in your dream before going to bed.

I can't sit beside you sadly;

I always think that things can replace missing and commitment, so that we can stay in each other's lives forever.

Those happiness, because it is too short, finally become sad in retrospect; And those sorrows, because they are unforgettable, become happy experiences in memory. Everything has become a vague memory like fog and frost on the glass window in late winter. Gently wipe it open, you can clearly see all the people who have been overwhelmed.

At that time, you never sat beside me sadly. That's me who never sat beside you happily-sadly, after the song ended, I suddenly realized that I couldn't sit next to you anymore, only to realize that I was really unhappy.

Blue face (novel):

There is a person in my heart, which is a collection, so it fills the gap in life.

The sun is far away, but there must be a sun.

Auditory hallucination:

We are interwoven by warp and weft, woven into brocade by years, and intertwined with the ending of nothingness.

However, when I am young, maybe I will continue my life. Because of the inherent tragic color in my temperament, I am immersed in the sad background of life indefinitely. This background color always breeds hope, persistence, and all illusions that tempt me to continue living near the critical point of abortion. ...

The book says that "many things in life are too heavy to say", so I totally believe that I am angry and afraid, no way back, and I also believe that I am not alone among those who struggle in a masochistic posture.

In all my travels, Daocheng is the most desolate one. Sadly, it is the closest to life.

Life is like a road. You must walk out of the bustling scenery in the desolation.

Old town:

We always remember those who have forgotten us, and those who have been forgotten by us are also commemorating us.

We should waste our lives more meaningfully.

It is because I care too much that I can't let go.

God lets us get used to something, that is, use it instead of happiness. But in fact, we accidentally got used to the emptiness of the essence of life.

Don't fantasize that others are loyal to you.

I really want to trust someone. And always believed.

People will always be separated, for our uncompromising future, for the so-called bright hope.

We can only know ourselves in the cold and warm, know ourselves again, know ourselves again, and know ourselves to the depths of the soul to be independent, and go straight to meaningless defection on this long road.

Life is such an indulgent game that everyone knows. Because there is always parting.

Yesterday:

In the movie, we watched others live the dream life for us, watched them love and die for us, and were moved to tears-after doing it, it was just an illusion, and life was still nothing.

The shining days gradually spread out into a dark canvas, depicting a nostalgic portrait.

I can't write down the date of my return in those shallow and ignorant sorrows of the past.

We all say that it's only this year, and there's nothing unbearable. But after really leaving this year, we need to put up with more things. (Senior 3 ...-|||)

Starlight the day before yesterday:

Fortunately, love is not everything. Fortunately, nothing is love.

Breathe in silence like a riddle

We are still too young. Understand the world with blind trust or blind distrust. Because living itself is to live, all the blood and sacrifices in vain are doomed-in a personal sense-in vain. Nothing can make up for the poverty of life except life itself.