Ai Mingbo's Social Evaluation

I have long heard that there is a poet Ai Mingbo in Heilongjiang Provincial Public Security Department, and I have also seen his poems and prose poems published in Ci, New Youth and Liaoning Youth. More than ten years ago, I first met Ai Mingbo of Heilongjiang Provincial Public Security Department. I held his slender hand and saw his thin face wearing a pair of exquisite glasses, which was quite different from the burly northeast man I imagined, a bit like a handsome poet in Jiangnan. In the first summer of the new century, Ai Mingbo was transferred from the deputy editor-in-chief of Police Officer magazine to the deputy director of the Propaganda Department. No matter how his position changes, Ming Bo's temperament is hard to change, and he is still full of lofty sentiments. After arriving at the Propaganda Department, he wrote several articles for the Shanghai People's Police, all of which were full of passion, poetic language and affectionate eulogizing the fallen comrades. The editorial department and readers were moved by his passion, and several articles won prizes.

Maybe because of busy work, Mingbo suddenly seems to have disappeared and left for many years. In March of the year before last, when the National Public Security Federation of Literary and Art Circles was established, I went to Beijing to attend a meeting, but I lived in a room with Ming Bo after a long separation. In the evening, representatives from all over the country chatted together. After drinking, Ming Bo's poems were full of passion, and he recited his recent poems with cadence and emotion, which fascinated the beautiful writers at the dinner party and made us envious.

In today's market economy, it is difficult for anyone to calm down and write poetry, but Mingbo does not change his original intention, still clinging to his creative enthusiasm and indulging in the world of poetry. In the dead of night, I learned about Mingbo's stormy life for more than 40 years in the chat.

Ming Bo was born in a peasant family in Suihua City, Heilongjiang Province. Being classified as a rich peasant family made him feel discrimination and injustice prematurely. Mingbo was gifted, studious and got good grades in primary school, especially in his composition, which won the teachers' love and admiration. A visionary father entrusted his relatives and friends to send his beloved son to Harbin, the provincial capital, to attend primary school. Two years later, Mingbo entered middle school and met Li Zhonghou, a mentor who was crucial to his growth. Miss Li put aside the prejudice of family background and appointed Mingbo as the monitor with good academic performance. This kind of trust greatly inspired Ming Bo, who was once somewhat inferior. 1in the summer of 979, mingbo was admitted to Harbin No.14 middle school, a key high school in the city, with excellent results. Three years later, I was admitted to Hulan Teachers College.

Hulan River flows quietly in front of teachers college, with blue sky and white clouds, yellow sand and clear water. Ming Bo suddenly fell in love with this magical land. His accumulated ancient prose, innate literary talent and passionate personality make his literary talent like a spring. He and his classmates set up a literature and poetry club. Every day, his works are posted on the walls of the campus. The students rushed to read and heard cooing. He hid in the crowd and smiled secretly. Ming Bo played a great role in the school's poetry circle and soon became famous in the whole school.

During his college years, Mingbo published many literary works in provincial journals. On the eve of graduation, the Police College of Heilongjiang Provincial Public Security Department called on outstanding students to teach, and the school solemnly recommended Ai Mingbo. His luggage is no longer empty, it is full of literary ideals, full of aura of Hulan River, full of confidence and love for a better life. Ming Bo carried on with the ideal of literature.

From the podium of Heilongjiang Police School to the three-foot desk of the reporter station of the Provincial Public Security Department to the magazine "Police Officer"; From students to police school teachers, from journalists to police writers, rich life experiences and tempering have become Mingbo's spiritual wealth; From a young poet to a police singer, Mingbo has never forgotten his professional responsibility.

Mingbo has published more than 3 million words of works such as Scenes of Life and You are Spring Outside My Window, and won more than 40 national, provincial and municipal awards. The reportage "Fire Awakens Xing 'an Mountains" won the special prize of "Golden Shield Cultural Project" of the Ministry of Public Security; The newsletter "Listening to the Echo of History" won the first prize of five provincial supplements; His songs were sung by singers from CCTV and provincial and municipal TV stations, and won the Guangming Daily Lyrics Collection Award from Japanese singer Lu Gongzi. The lyrics "There is Songhua River on the Moon" and "For Tomorrow" won the first prize and the second prize in the 4th Young Singers' Grand Prix in Heilongjiang Province, "Your arm is a road" won the first prize in the 4th National Public Security System Literary Show of the Ministry of Public Security, and "Silent Comrades" won the first prize in the National Public Security System Singers' Grand Prix. The lyrics "The Old Lady" won the "Best Lyrics of the Year in China in 2002". In cooperation with famous composers such as Wang Liping, Li Lifu and Zhao Jiping, many songs were sung by famous singers such as Wan Shanhong, Zhou Bingqian and Cui Jinghao on CCTV and local stations, and some songs were made into CDs for distribution.

In this way, the poet Ai Mingbo came from the countryside with his ideal bags and walked persistently all the way. Although the mountain road is winding and the road is long, he has suffered a lot, but his infatuation, enthusiasm and optimism will never change. Many years ago, at the Southern Pen Club, there was a saying among the population: "Little Ai, everyone loves you." I didn't know what it meant at first, but later I found out that the person watching this praise was aimed at a young man. This man has a white and delicate face, dark curly hair, loves to laugh, and tells humorous jokes in a modest tone. People say, this is Ai Mingbo.

Oh, here's the thing about Amber. I had read many of his poems before I met him. Published in two magazines, one is a literary journal, which is the garden that poets yearn for; The other is a youth magazine, which has a very large number of readers.

Ai Mingbo's poetry phalanx in those days was composed of Deng Hao, Zhao Dong and Wang Guozhen. The situation can be described in one word: red. Xiao Ai's poems are beautiful and agile, and the images of surprise, delicacy and warmth run through her long feelings. In poetic style, it is close to the late Tang Dynasty.

In the early 1990s, I attended many police pen meetings, and Xiao Ai was one of the people who left a deep impression on me. Such a good poetic skill is rare among public security writers, and perhaps only Hu Yue can match it. I have a stubborn idea, that is, the so-called literary road, and I am very concerned about the infiltration of poetry. On the other hand, pure and elegant poetic accomplishment will make a person grow stronger in literature.

Poetry is a gift that can be given to God, just as they are the essence of words and very good words. In modern times, of course, poetry can also be dedicated to all beautiful things. What I said is that everyone has a poetic heart, which can't be bought with gold and silver. If you put it there, you will often be moved, and you will often feel pity and worship beauty. Ai Mingbo is like this. Many years later, I met him with a poetic heart. There is nothing wrong with being a director, winning a grand prize in CCTV and writing for a big party.

People, especially cultural people, are more likely to "what's wrong". Because literature is a matter of seeking fame and profit, once fame is in hand, it is easy to "what happened". Moreover, the official position is also fame and fortune. How can it not be "What's the matter?" Unless a person has a good character. A good character should be modest, honest, kind and based on character. No matter how bright a person's reputation is, he can also grasp himself, look at mountains like mountains, look at water like water, and do everything he should do. Those who step into this realm are all blessed people. Ming Bo's kindness, simplicity and integrity are due to his nature and poetry.

The prose in this collection is a poetic diffusion. "Diffusion" means diffusion, deepening and extension. Compared with language, Ai Mingbo injected dignity into the beauty and agility of his poems. Compared with thought, it is more profound and washes away the shortcomings of early poetic style. Another thread in his life experience stands out here.

Contrary to Ai Mingbo's usual jokes, his childhood was extremely heavy, so I won't go into details here, including the sadness that he was too incompatible with an innocent child. So I thought, Ai Mingbo must be eager for truth, goodness and beauty, for getting ahead, and for the kind sunshine to scatter all the shadows on the earth. He loves the beauty of eulogizing poems, essays and lyrics, really to resist the cruel memories left in his heart, not "aestheticism". The reflection on the tragedy of the lost era is the highlight of this context. These ideas are sincere, sharp and thought-provoking

Finally, what is the "Song of Imbo"? Does it have anything to do with the song of Ouyang Hai? The difference between them is this: Comrade Ouyang Hai does not write lyrics, while Ai Mingbo writes lyrics. Xiao Ai's lyrics have taken the lead in the national public security literary and art circles, and have been sung by famous artists, flying to all directions of the motherland. In my opinion, Ai Mingbo's words and melodies have reached a very mature level. He has made great achievements in this respect, and of course he is a leader in the field of public opinion in China. As we have seen, Ai Mingbo started from poetry, entered the police camp with the vigor of student cadres, and worked hard, and gained something in many ways, becoming an outstanding family. I envy him very much. I hope this awkward essay can be used as a gift to congratulate him on the publication of his new book.

(Al-Hayat) wrote all night. When he put down his pen at 4: 00 a.m. on February1,Ai Mingbo, the chief contributor of "The Disaster of Love-Harbin Supporting the Disaster Area", burst into tears. As a police colleague who fought fearlessly in the disaster area, but also as a party planner and screenwriter, he has mixed feelings in his dual identity.

Ai Mingbo is a member of the Chinese Writers Association, director of the Literature Professional Committee of the National Public Security Federation of Literary and Art Circles, vice-president of the Provincial Music and Literature Society, and deputy director of the Propaganda Department of the Provincial Public Security Department. 17 in the evening, he just returned from a business trip in Hong Kong. The closer you are to your hometown, the stronger the sense of heaviness brought by the earthquake. When he learned that he was going to write for a large-scale charity performance, he called Yin Cheng, a "disciple" who bravely rescued the disaster in Sichuan. "You should pay attention to safety in Sichuan!" Ai Mingbo was in a hurry, but the answer he got worried him: "There is no way to pay attention to safety. On both sides of the road, there is an abyss. Ahead, life is calling for help. We must do our best to rush forward! " In his series of words, Ai Mingbo incorporated the fearless momentum of special police soldiers and fire officers and soldiers, and of course also condensed complex emotions such as mourning for the deceased and respect for life.

Ai Mingbo, who has received the task of writing for numerous parties, said that this time is the most glorious and heavy. We should keep our inner pain in our hearts and express our responsibilities and obligations. He hopes to outline the broad love of Harbin people through his own pen, and also hopes to convey the power of love, so that everyone who fights against the catastrophe is extremely strong! Another book, Selected Works of Ming Bo, is going to Fu Zi. I'm so happy for him. I can't remember which book this is. Anyway, I have at least two. Like last time, he came to me to make the final revision of this book, which was his affirmation and trust to me. Although it will take me almost a week, every time I read the heroes he described, I am still very happy and moved to tears. You know, this is an era when most people's lacrimal glands are no longer developed. There is no need to be polite between old friends. In my career, he is one of my most important teachers and mentors.

The first time I met Mingbo was in the mailroom of the public security department. When one of his former leaders introduced him, he seemed to have just drunk some wine at noon, but he was still sober. I said, I have known you for a long time. I've heard a lot about you. Aren't you the young poet? Really? Do you know me? He was very excited. Chatting and chatting, he suddenly remembered something, found out two issues of "Police Officer" magazine, and said that there were my articles in it. Read carefully, and the rest will be useful to you.

Fate is sometimes unclear, and a few months later we turned out to be colleagues working in the same room. He also became the first person in a magazine I know. Chunshan, who was with him that day, is also my future colleague and a famous police writer in our province.

Ming Bo is really diligent. Since he went to college, he has been writing nonstop for nearly 30 years, from poetry to novels, reportage and large-scale party reviews. Now he has grown from a young poet in New Youth to a famous writer in the province, the police and even the whole country. I remember once, he packed things in the office and took out a sack of letters. I mean, these are all written for you by fanatical followers of your poems, right? He joked that I would look for it one day, and it might contain something you wrote in college! Yes, I often watch New Youth at school, and Ming Bo is its columnist. I used to only know his name and live with real people every day. It's like seeing Andy Lau in Yang Lijuan today.

In order to get familiar with the public security business as soon as possible, under the leadership of Mr. Ai, I started my first interview with Mulan. Although the manuscript was published smoothly, only I know how much effort Mingbo has put into it. I am used to calling Mingbo "Little Ai" like an old comrade-in-arms in my life, but I clearly know that Little Ai is not my name. He is my best brother and the master who led me in.