Information of Wu Jian, the author of Hometown Ink Painting.

Male, Han nationality, vice president of School of Literature and Journalism, Sichuan University, professor of journalism and communication, master tutor in journalism, media management, communication and advertising research, candidate for academic and technical leaders in Sichuan Province, and expert in special government allowance of the State Council. Executive Director of China Journalism and Education Society, Executive Director of China Journalism and Photography Society, Vice Chairman of National College Photography Federation, Vice Chairman of China Higher Education Photography Professional Committee, Member of Academic Committee of China Advertising Association, Vice President of Sichuan Journalism and Photography Society, Vice President and Secretary General of Sichuan Journalism and Education Society, and Deputy Director of Sichuan Educational Photography Society.

1958 was born in Zizhong County, Sichuan Province, graduated from high school, 1975 went to the countryside as an educated youth; /kloc-0 joined the army at the Yunnan border at the end of 1976, 1979 participated in the self-defense counterattack against Vietnam and joined China. 1Demobilized at the end of 1980, 198 1 admitted to the first journalism major of Sichuan University,1stayed on as a teacher after graduation in July 1985, engaged in the teaching, scientific research and management of news communication. He has been a class teacher, secretary of the General Party Branch of the Department of Journalism, director of the Party Office of the Department of Journalism, deputy secretary of the Party branch, deputy secretary and vice president of the Party Committee of the College of Literature and Journalism, 1994 was promoted to associate professor, and 1999 was promoted to professor.

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Original text of hometown ink painting

The pond full of water chestnut in my hometown is boundless. From a distance, they are like large and small ink paintings lying on the edge of the village in bits and pieces. The big one is dozens of acres, and the small one is only over half an acre.

Every spring, after a winter, the pond gradually comes back to life. At first, tiny diamond-shaped leaves floated sparsely in clear water. As soon as "Huangmei" passed, the diamond-shaped leaves scrambled to fill the pond and fill the water surface. At this time, the green rhombic leaves were tilted by the supporting ribs, and the rhombic plates were covered with clusters of white and reddish flowers, and the breeze sent a faint scent. Red dragonflies, flowers, small green snakes and frogs with big eyes are playing on the diamond plate. Often a few impatient children run to the pond after school, pick up a branch, dial two or three water chestnuts, and turn it up to see if there are any water chestnuts.

Near the Mid-Autumn Festival, women picking diamonds in their hometown began to pick "head" diamonds. Dressed in colorful dresses, some women are rowing boats, while others are rocking pots and walking through the green "water lane". They held up the dripping water chestnut with one hand, and a handful of fingers with the other hand, and a small water chestnut was picked. The fresh water chestnut is tender and sweet. If you peel one and throw it into your mouth, it's crisp and delicious, even more delicious than an apple. The children standing on the shore can't wait to walk into the cold water. When the girl saw it, she leaned over the boat, grabbed a water chestnut and stuffed it into the children's pockets. Only then did the children happily return to the shore.

Whenever this season, every window in my hometown will be filled with fragrant Lingxiang, which is filled with night fog. Ling is cooked on every kitchen stove, and adults and children peel it. Early the next morning, in the streets and alleys of my hometown, there were stalls and a car full of delicious water chestnuts, which tempted you all the time.

Now, peeling off the water chestnut, I wander in the "ink painting" in my hometown: I see the dense fog in the pond, which sets off a wooden basin. I also joined the ranks of water chestnut picking, threw a water chestnut into my mouth and chewed it carefully. ...