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Shu Jie's experience

Shu Jie: I lost my mother at this time four years ago. I always believe that mother is the first person to lead us in this world. Speaking of influence, for me, the true image of my mother is a silent tree rooted in my hometown. During my 30 years in a foreign land, my mother has been staring at me; If I return to my hometown in a short time, my mother is a kind shelter, and I will always feel at ease by her side. One detail shocked me very much. Before she died, my mother told me that when I went to Shanghai, she saw the weather forecast in Shanghai. I went to Hainan and she watched the weather forecast in Haikou. We have heard the story of "Xue Bao recognizes his mother", which is about the return of kindness and kindness to feed back and repay his mother's kindness; However, the world is complicated and we are often on the road. How many people can really do this? Mother loves us, and we love her, which is unparalleled. So in poetry creation, only the image of mother is immortal, which is my idea.

Reporter: For us, everyone's mother is concrete, a memory formed bit by bit. Reading "Looking North for the West", I saw a vivid image of a Mongolian mother in your poetic description.

Shu Jie: Yes, it's a poem about my heart-to-heart with my mother. Written in the summer of Haikou 1996. At the same time, I also wrote an essay about missing my mother, which is in the poem. For decades, my mother has given me great spiritual support. She was born in a Mongolian family in Gong Geer grassland. Part of the grassland is in Xilin Gol, and the other part is in Hexigten. I admit, it is a background that I deeply rely on, where there is the blue grassland lake Darinor; There is the legendary Siramuren River; There is the majestic Ashatu Stone Forest. After all, there is my mother, and it is a holy place for me to pour out my praise in my inner language. Even after my mother's death, I can feel her breath as long as I am in Gong Geer grassland. As you said, that's a vivid image of my mother. She is everywhere.

(For the unfinished and full text, please see Financial Times, 20071October 26th 12).