Liu Liangcheng，Born in 1962，Deputy Director of the Prose Committee of the Chinese Writers Association，Chairman of the Xinjiang Writers Association、Part -time vice chairman of the Literary Federation of the Autonomous Region。Writing with a collection of poems "The Sun of the Yellow Sand Beams"，Prose Collection "A Village of a Man", "In Xinjiang", "Life under a Leaf", etc.，Novel "Vanity", "Cutting Empty", "Passion"。"In Xinjiang" won the 6th Lu Xun Literature Award。　　

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The village I lived when I was a kid was on the side of the desert，Where is often windy。What I heard the most is the sound of wind。When a strong wind is scraped into the village，I can hear the various voices it goes through the sound of the wind。The wind blowing through the grassland is a sound，Blowing over the desert Gobi is a sound，Bet365 lotto review Blow the town、Field、The river is different sounds。I am in the wind，Familiar to the distant place I haven't been to。

When the wind blows across the village，Blowing the haystack、Eaves，A wind with the entire earth sound from the sky，The sound was changed by a village。I hear things that will never make a sound in the village，Described by the sound of wind: The sound of the sky on the house and the roof、The sound of high -stacked dry grass and messy growing grass、The sound of walking in a hurry of people and cattle and sheep、The sound of the bird fan's wings，and facing the wind、The grass and the dust sand beating in the forehead of Renfeng，His pretty lonely body made in the wind like a whine,，One of his ears hear the sound of wind from the distance，The other ears are filled with all the sounds of the village。

Wind is the greatest narrator，It made everything on the ground make a sound。

How many years later，When I leave the village to start writing in a foreign country，The sound of the wind in that small bet365 live casino games village with all the brains。Wind gives everything to life。I will talk about the same as wind at Windsheng Middle School。Each word、Each sentence，Is a wind，Make a sound that makes the silence on the ground。My novel "Passion" is a strong wind scraped from the depths of the history of the Western Regions，"Benba" is a long wind that shaped from dreams to during the day to make dreams and wake -ups。My earliest prose collection "One of a person's village" was created by my hometown as a prototype，In this book that has been selling for more than 20 years，There are wind sounds in each text。In all text I wrote，Wind sound is the most unique voice。

After the wind stopped one by one in the earth，The wind belonging to literature begins to scrape，Language with sound，With the infinite sound of this world，Start filming。It's windy，The wind is scraped，This is literature。The writer brings his own wind sound，Wake up all things in the silence time，Let everything go back back，All dumb sounds bet365 live casino games sound again。Each or long or short writing，All like a wind，Wake up all the things in the text。

I used to be in a remote small village，Lead the entire world。The moment I was born，Give me everything to the world: air、Sunshine、Wind、Day and Night，and relatives I arrived first。The world should have，My hometown has given me。Hometown because of small，I know everything about it。I know the sun every morning，Rise from behind the wooden stacks east of my house，Fall from behind the fence wall on the west of my house，Sun Moon Star Fighting Star Transfer，All happened on the roof of my house。I led the moon in my hometown to wander in the world，I go anywhere in the world，I will meet my familiar grass and trees in my hometown，​​Dandelion in my hometown，Sprinkle the seeds all over the ground in the wind。There is a voices in the world in my hometown。

This small as a seed hometown，Its land is connected to the entire land，Every wind scraped from my hometown，Both scrape the distant world and scrape it back，Bet365 lotto review It has all the stars that will be seen anywhere in the world，Each flower of it，All open yourself towards the distance，Its insects are the cry of all life，Its children live the childhood of human children，It is old，It is the entire human being aging，The death of its bug is connected to the death of thousands of life，Its dusk ends the day of the world，It is dark，It's the darkness of the world。

I have a small village far away from the desert，There is a big wind in that village，There is a dust to a star as high as a star，One year and four seasons and a village person for a long time。Wind like blowing green、Familiar with a piece of wheatland，Blow the flowers in my head。Later, when I walked out of that windy village，Follow a wind behind you，This wind from my childhood，Follow me to the city，Everywhere I will go later。Whenever I am writing，The sound of the wind in that place in the brain。

A writer，will gradually live as a place，Live into a wind，Live into this place during the day and bet365 live casino games night，Live into the stars in the sky and open your eyes every night to watch a star on the ground。Live into a group of ants，Know the dark and humid in the ant cave and the sour taste of a group of ants。Live into a bird，Looking at our lives in the sky。Live into a vicissitudes of old tree，It has our old state on its cracked bark，There are our youth on the new hair and leaves。Live into a grain of the wind and scrape into the sky、Open the dust of the eyes lonely。Live into a thick soil in a place，Buried ancestors and growing grass and crops。Live into a place in a place。He lives the ancient history of a place into his lively spiritual past，Write a place into the world。