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Hu Ge, a Chinese actor and singer, is known as the "Prince of Costumes". He became a TV host at the age of 14. In 2005, he became famous for successfully portraying the bold and affectionate Li Xiaoyao in "The Legend of Sword and Fairy". In 2006, he suffered a car accident and stopped for a year. He then published the book "Happy Scavengers" and made a comeback. In 2008, he released his first solo album "Departure" and started his musical journey in an all-round way. In 2010, "The Myth" starring in "The Myth" was broadcast as the central New Year's drama, breaking the TV station's ratings record in one fell swoop. In 2012, he served as the producer of the TV series "Xuanyuan Sword: Traces of the Sky" in which he starred. He is good at photography, has great literary talent, aspires to be a director, and frequently sings songs in film and television dramas.

Basic profile information

Hu Ge's portraits (35 photos)

Ancestral home: Wuxi City, Jiangsu Province. I lived in Shanghai since I was a child. I rarely went to my hometown

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Currently lives in: Xujiahui, Shanghai

Title: Senior literary and artistic youth costume drama prince

Motto: The meaning of life is not limited to survival. The clouds are in the blue sky and the water is in the bottle.

Things you most want to do: be a director and travel by car

Previous name: Hu Ke (only used for one month after birth)

Hobbies: Photography, basketball, reading, traveling, etc.

Agent: Cai Yinong Zodiac sign: Dog

About side business restaurant name: 匚 (English name: FOUNT)

Study experience Elementary school:

Hu Ge (high school)

Shanghai Xiangyang Primary School (1989-1995)

Junior high school: Shanghai No. 2 Middle School Junior High School 94 Class 1, Grade 1 (1995-1998)

High school: Class 3, Class 1998, Senior High School Department, Shanghai No. 2 Middle School (1998-2000)

Shanghai No. 2 Middle School High School Class 7, Class 01 (2000-2001)

University: Undergraduate Class 2001, Department of Acting, Shanghai Theater Academy (2001-2005)

Fan ① Fan name: Pepper , Pepper, Guyue's Little Disciple

② Pepper's nicknames:

1. Boss

2. Da Hu, Lao Hu, Mother Hu

3. Ge Ge, Hu Xiaoge

4. Hu Xiaobai, Xiaobai, Mr. Bai

5. Hu Mao, Mao Ge, Maomao

6.Brother Gong Jin

7. Chief of the Traumatology Department, Diaomai

8.etc

9. Xiaoge

10 .Some Hu

11. I Hu

③Pepper’s Home: Gu Yue Ge owes the official forum

About the blog:

Blog Updates: Frequent updates recently

Photos on blog homepage: All taken by Hu Ge himself

Blog visits: Sina blog ranked 365th overall Visits: 12,040,000 (as of January 28, 2010 Japan)

The number of comments and reposts on Weibo is huge, and every article can be ranked on the home page, and Hu Ge’s writing is quite literary ~

Hu Ge is in "Uncle" (Sina) Blog) and "Weiwei" (Sina Weibo) will reply to Pepper. Once, I was chatting with Pepper Ban about making up a story. This kind of cordial interaction is also a rare thing that distinguishes him from many celebrities.

How to describe myself

I just have a cute appearance and seem to be a little handsome. But it barely topped it. There are three reasons: First, I like to laugh. Passionate people now call it "flower". Those who are beautiful are not cool, those who are not cool are cool, those who are cool are unintelligent, and those who are unintelligent are crippled. How can cripples be handsome? Second, I like to talk. Many

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speakers now call it "poor". Those who are poor are unreal, those who are unreal are buoyant, those who are buoyant have no courage, and those who are not brave are empty. How can being empty be handsome? Third, I like to think. Those who think too much now call it "soft". Those who are soft are not strong, those who are not strong are sad, those who are sad have no ambition, and those who have no ambition are mediocre. How can mediocrity be handsome? (Written by myself when I was interviewed by a magazine in Shanghai when I was in high school)

High school composition fragment

“The sunshine of early spring shuttles between the buildings of this big city with golden warmth. , it takes away the biting chill of winter, leaving people with endless reverie for spring.

There is a ray of sunshine that seems to be particularly fond of a certain place. It does not hesitate to pass through the dusty glass, regardless of the darkness and humidity of the surrounding environment, and persistently pours its light and heat into an inconspicuous room on the second floor of an old-fashioned bungalow. Corner..."

Personal quotations/writing talents (selected)

●The scenery in the distance is always more beautiful and clear, and the distant scenery is always better and more Be precious and hold on to what is in front of you and around you on the road of pursuit

●Fragmented and dead memories fall with the wind and gently sit next to you as you go away. Back then we met at different street corners and met in different places. Waiting and waiting for us to miss you

●Suddenly I remembered that they hadn’t seen each other for a long time, that year she let him weave dreams with a single glance, that night she said goodbye in a hurry, letting him pursue his dreams for a year, and suddenly you Coming to his side is as friendly as the cigarette on his lips has burned out, and there is no need to worry about it. I will meet you for the first time when I wake up from the dream

●You only want to be a free-flying bird, and I am willing to be the one who is reviled by others. Bamboo prison, I am not the blue sky for you to fly in, nor am I the embrace you are looking for all day long. I just want to give you temporary support. I open the window and escape with you. You float among the clouds. I hang on the treetops and you sing to me.

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Piaoyao, who trapped the other party and who broke his heart?

●The road in the wind, the street between the clouds, is looming and intermittent, which is connected to the world? One speck of dust remains unchanged

●Everything has been blown away, swept away, blown away, and the wind has finally stopped... The hot fireball still rises as usual and burns its believers as usual

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●In my memory, my mother has a pair of warm hands that like to pinch my nose and lead me around. In my memory, my mother has a pair of cold hands that always spank me and knock my head. Now I can’t feel her warmth and coldness. I can see her fat and thin mother, please forgive me for often carrying my luggage and walking away. I really want to hold your hand on Mother’s Day

●The lights are coming up and night is falling, and the anxiety and urgency in my heart also come unexpectedly one day. It’s time to get over what you’ve done and what you haven’t done. There’s no time to count. The black stool is pressing down heavily on you. The night is getting later and later. There’s no time to hide. It’s too late to regret.

●Two months ago, the mirror turned a person’s head The confused and frightened man was thrown in front of me. His face was covered with scars and blood. This strange man opened his eyes with difficulty and stared at me. His face was covered with needlework, as if he had just come out of a tailor's shop. The tense expression made his eyes look dull and hesitant. His lips trembled slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but he couldn't. I thought it would be terrible if I became like that, so I just pulled it. The curtains were closed. In an instant, the darkness blocked my dialogue with the mirror, and also rejected the hope that the light brought me. In the darkness, I couldn't see my direction, and I felt confused and scared, and I felt the wound. I wanted to speak loudly but didn't know what to say... I felt ridiculous, and there was no end to escape. I tried hard to face myself and face reality. I knew that I had to learn to endure it, even if I was not even prepared to accept it. (2006, from "Looking in the Mirror" of "Happy Scavengers")

●Autumn

Selected Photography Works of Hu Ge with Mosaic Landscapes (19 photos)

The wind carried the moist and cold air, setting off colorful curtains of fallen leaves on the streets covered with sycamore trees... The tired sunshine dragged out a long figure, gradually fading away the colorful colors among the flowers. At this time, only the autumn chrysanthemums were blooming among the withers. Walking alone on the familiar streets, trying not to feel sad anymore, I felt the tranquility after the fallen leaves returned to their roots.

(2006, from "Autumn" in "Happy Scavengers")

●If that's true, please blow away the petals scattered in front of the door. I don't care about the lingering fragrance after withering. If that's the case, If it’s true, please drive away the clouds piling up in the sky. I don’t mind the dark gray on rainy days. If it’s true, please erase the ripples in the center of the lake. I just want to see the reality after calm.

●Persistence Those who are forever and keep their promises will only appear in the mirror, hide in the shadows, dissolve in the breeze caressing their cheeks, and be the only one who never leaves you in the last second

●From Zui I woke up from the dream and realized that I was spending the last night in Dali. At dawn, I was about to pick up my bags and go to another place. I left you at the most beautiful Erhai Lake. Horse thief Tashi, you said that Erhai Lake is also called "Er" The sea is "you" without anyone. That is the sea without you. I'm sorry, I have to sail away, I can only leave you to watch and wait for me to come back to the place where I was drunk

●Look at the rocks at the bottom of the water It's something you can't bear to look at again. The shadow on the water is something you can't bear. It's the lightness that the earth carries. The lightness that the breeze blows away is reality and illusion. It's belief and suspicion. It's truth and desire. It's the weight that you and I have been handling all our lives.

●A long time ago, there was a big freight elevator in my father’s factory. The old man who drove the elevator was always so happy. He forgot how old I was at that time. I only remember that he had half a more front teeth than I did. A long time ago, my aunt lived in Gaogao. To go to her house in the building, I had to take the elevator driven by the fierce aunt. I still can’t remember how old I was at that time. I only remember that no matter how high I jumped, I was only one centimeter shy of the 19th floor... There was a forgotten "Long Ago" hanging on the wall. There I was. The fallen front teeth and the "one centimeter" we can no longer reach