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In contemporary poetic scene, Yang Ke is a unique poet who has exhibited through his work personalized historical imagination and a will for truth. His urban poetry writing has created a peculiar subjectivity. For more than 30 years, his writing which is heavily informed by traditional Chinese poetry cannon, has embarked on an alternative path, with its forceful emotional appeal and its drives for an innovative poetics.
So far, Yang Ke has published numerous works including eleven poetry books including Yang Ke’s Poems, Related and Unrelated, I Speak the Shape of the Wind among others, four prose essays and one non-fiction book by The People’s Literature Publishing House and Taiwan Huapin Wenchuang Co., Ltd., etc. Yang Ke’s poetry books have been translated into 10 different languages and published by Japanese Ichao Society, the University of Oklahoma University Press, and the University of Zaragoza, Spain and others in 6 countries. Yang Ke’s poems and essays are anthologized in 400 kinds of books such as China’s New Literature Series and 100 Years of Chinese New Poetry.
Yang Ke was the Editor-in-chief of Chinese New Poetry Yearbook (1998-2017), They :10 Years of Poetry, and 100 New Poems for Children, He was awarded the “Cambridge Xu Zhimo Poetry Award” in the United Kingdom, the “Outstanding Poet Award” from the Romanian Publishing Copyright Corporation, the Guangdong Lu Xun Literature and Art Award, the First Biennial Top Ten Poets Award and other international, Chinese and Taiwan literature awards. He also held solo exhibitions in poetry at the Shenzhen Art Museum.
Yang Ke is a member of the Presidium of the Chinese Writers Association, vice chairman of the Guangdong Writers Association, vice president of the Chinese Poetry Society, president and editor in Chief of the Literary Journal, Works, and Research Fellow of the Poetry Research Institute of Peking University.
杨克诗歌八首
Eight Poems by Yang Ke
梁道本 译
孙 冬 校
1 天河城广场
在我的记忆里，“广场”
从来是政治集会的地方
露天的开阔地，万众狂欢
臃肿的集体，满眼标语和旗帜，口号着火
上演喜剧或悲剧，有时变成闹剧
夹在其中的一个人，是盲目的
就像一片叶子，在大风里
跟着整座森林喧哗，激动乃至颤抖
而溽热多雨的广州，经济植被疯长
这个曾经貌似庄严的词
所命名的只不过是一间挺大的商厦
多层建筑。九点六万平米
进入广场的都是些慵散平和的人
没大出息的人，像我一样
生活惬意或者囊中羞涩
但他（她）的到来不是被动的
渴望与欲念朝着具体的指向
他们眼睛盯着的全是实在的东西
哪怕挑选一枚发夹，也注意细节
那些匆忙抓住一件就掏钱的多是外地人
售货小姐生动亲切的笑容
暂时淹没了他们对交通堵塞的报怨
以及刚出火车站就被小偷光顾的牢骚
赶来参加时装演示的少女
衣着露脐
两条健美的长腿，更像鹭鸟
三三两两到这里散步
不知谁家的丈夫不小心撞上了玻璃
南方很少值得参观的皇家大院
我时不时陪外来的朋友在这走上半天
这儿听不到铿锵有力的演说
都在低声讲小话
结果两腿发沉，身子累得散了架
在二楼的天贸南方商场
一位女友送过我一件有金属扣子的青年装
毛料。挺括。比西装更高贵
假若脖子再加上一条围巾
就成了五四时候的革命青年
这是今天的广场
与过去和遥远北方的惟一联系
Heavenly River City Public Square
In my memory, “public square”
is a place for government gatherings
An open clearing, the masses in wild celebration
crowd bulging, slogans and banners floating, chants running afire
acting out a comedy or tragedy, sometimes slipping into farce
One is blind as he is caught midst the madness
like a leaf in the high wind
rolling with the chaos of the forest, agitated and even shivering
Guangzhou is rainy and muggy, overgrown with economic vegetation
this word that once seemed serious
merely signifies a giant office tower
a many-floored building. Ninety-six thousand square meters
people who loiter here at the square are mild and lethargic
the losers, like myself
feeling elation or low in cash
but his (her) arrival is not passive
desire and longing charge in the specified direction
they are staring at something real and solid
even when selecting a hair-clip, they’ll still nitpick details
hurriedly grabbing one and pulling out money—that is an outsider
the shopping assistants’ smiles are kind and amiable
and temporarily bury the complaint about traffic jams
and the harassment of thieves right outside the train station
young girls thronging to attend fashion shows
bellybuttons showing
pairs of beautiful legs, like egrets
arriving in twos and threes
looks like someone’s husband accidentally crashed into the glass
Few imperial houses are worth visiting in the South
sometimes I accompany out of town friends around there
there’s no powerful speeches
everyone is having small talks in quiet voices
so the legs get weary, the body loses its composure from exhaustion
on the second floor of Stella’s Southern Shopping Center
a lady friend gives me a youthful metal-studded shirt
made of fur. it’s stiff. pricier than a suit
and supposing I wore a scarf
I’d look like a youth from the May Fourth
this is today’s public square
the only connection to the north and to the past
2 如今高楼大厦是城里的庄稼
跟水稻争地，跟玉米争地
跟黄豆红高粱争地
跟住在老宅里的男女老幼争地
如今高楼大厦是城里的庄稼
乡村的农作物越种越矮
老人和儿童
是最后两棵痛疼的庄稼
摇晃干瘪的父母，青黄不接的子女
城市深耕直播
建筑日夜拔节，愈长愈高
阳台、顶层和入户花园
又嫁接绿叶和开花的植物
土地是国家的，国家是人民的
可似乎并不被高高在上的国家掌控
也跟为口腹忙碌的蚁民无关
一枚大印在暗地里把几个人的商机
盖得皇天浩荡
开发商是承包大户，贷款雇人耕种
种植能手依旧是农民，那些长工短工
戴上工人的安全帽
粮食不断涨价，政府和商人赚个盆满钵满
财富和政绩芝麻开花节节高
城市的庄稼遮天蔽日
行人和汽车穿行在密密麻麻的根部
像水蛭、蚯蚓和蝌蚪
多么好啊，一寸土地一寸金
种出的黄金屋鳞次栉比
让多少老百姓住不起蜗居
被拆迁者死命守护祖宗的矮脚稻
高天也刮起大风，可经济又倒伏
在另一片虚拟的土地上
几个大房地产商，在微博叫苦连天
他们每天都勤勤恳恳，耕耘这新的希望的田野
Skyscrapers are the Crops of the City
fighting with rice, fighting with corn,
fighting with red sorghum and yellow beans for space
fighting with boys and girls, young and old, for space
Tall buildings are the crops of the city
the crop grows ever and ever shorter in the village
elders and children
are the last two painful species
parents dried-up and shaky, children in short supply
cities planted and seeded deeply
buildings growing new segments are broadcasting night and day
patios, rooftops, and in-house gardens
grafted with green leaves and blooming plants
the land belongs to the country, the country belongs to the people
yet does not seem to be controlled by the great nation
and seems unrelated to the antlike men, who know nothing but feeding themselves
a giant secret seal of business opportunity
covers the imperial skies
development corporations contract moneybags, hiring hands to plow the earth
the workers are still peasants, long and short term laborers
wearing safety helmets
food prices steadily rising, policymakers and businessmen’s cups running over
each day bringing more funding and greater political credits
the crops of the city begin to block out the sun
cars and pedestrians weave around their roots
like leeches, earthworms, or tadpoles
Aha, how nice, a piece of land is like a chunk of gold
the golden houses we grow, rows upon rows of golden houses
stealing space from people who can hardly afford antlike houses
those marked for demolition cling desperately to the short grains of their ancestors
wind rolls through the high skies, but the economy begins to kneel again
on another virtual patch of earth
a few real estate giants, whining and complaining on Weibo,
About their diligent work of cultivating this pasture of new hope
3 高秋
此时北方的长街宽阔而安静
四合院从容入梦 如此幸福的午夜
我听见头顶上有一张树叶在干燥中脆响
人很小 风很强劲
秋天的星空高起来了
路灯足以照彻一个人内心的角落
我独自沿着林荫道往前走
突然想抱抱路边的一棵大树
这些挺立天地间的高大灵魂
没有一根枝桠我想栖息
我只想更靠近这个世界
High Autumn
The long Northern roads are wide and quiet
courtyard houses slip slowly into dream what a blessed night
I hear a crispy leaf crackling above my head
people are small the wind powerful
the starry autumn sky expands ever forth
lamplight enough to illuminate the heart’s hidden corners
I walk in solitude along the tree-shaded road
Feeling sudden urge to embrace a huge tree nearby
these grand souls stand between heaven and earth
i wouldn’t want to rest on any of their branches
I just want to draw closer to this world
4 高天厚土
江山是皇家的
河山才是我的祖国
一条绳索
勒进高原的脊背
那道深深的血印子
是我淤塞了的黄河
我是我自己的囚 囚在它
浑黄的波涛里
它那么黄 深过我的肤色
青铜 菊花 绢帛
五谷丰登的万顷秋浪
沧桑的黄土地
爬满皱纹的沟壑
看到黄河我就心惊
九曲十八弯
长久地冲刷不断地沉积
壶口瀑布吐出几多浑浊的名字
越来越高的黄河
是警句是箴言
就在我头上喧嚣流过
Vast Skies, Thick Earth
these mountains and rivers belong to the emperor
these mountains and streams are my motherland
one rope
pulls into the back of the plain
that deep, deep bloodstain
is my choked Yellow River
I am my own prisoner trapped in it
waves pealing yellow
so yellow even yellower than my skin
bronze chrysanthemum silk
Waves upon waves of abundant harvests in fall
a seasoned yellow earth
gullies crisscrossed with wrinkles
seeing the Yellow River startles me to the core
its nine curves and eighteen bends
endlessly surging ceaselessly depositing
Hukou Falls spitting out the mangled names of many
Yellow River, higher and higher
it’s a warning it’s an admonition
roaring by above my head
5 新桃花源记
灼灼桃花
像一滴滴溅在树上的
爱情的血
少年鲜衣怒马，举步生风
辜负了夹岸的粉颜
枝头上环佩叮当，招摇十里春风
一朵红，黯淡了千山
仗剑天涯的翩翩公子
拱手一别，花开花谢孤寂千年
直至桨声咿呀
葛衣麻巾的武陵渔郎，摇醒
别有洞天的世外桃源
哪一抹笑靥，是转世的桃花
哪一步盛放的，是前世的羁绊
桃花劫桃花债，命犯桃花
涉水复涉水，逃逃逃，逃到烟之外
春风江路上，不觉到仙家
桃花髻桃花腮桃花眼
终于安心这不寻常的山水
桃花的精魂月白风清
漂洒遁世了无牵挂
而今武陵溪上，骤见你临水梳妆
桃花乱落如红雨
问津亭，豁然台
姑娘含羞，桃花也含羞
触碰了我内心的那一念
若是桃花了你不开
姹紫嫣红也是苍白
此时，南山依旧嵯峨在远天
东篱的菊花怡然自得
我写下的诗，就是夷望溪和厮罗溪
漂落的桃瓣
流到仙源陶氏族谱，第二卷第十六页
一回头桃之夭夭，灿若云霞
落英缤纷的此刻
记起我是五百年前负了小姐的书生
庄周的蝴蝶在梁山伯的身体醒来
Story of the New Peach Blossom Spring
Peach blossoms shines
splashing on trees
like drops of love’s blood
a youth, brightly clad reins a darting horse , wind at his heels,
has let down the maiden of the yonder bank
a sash ring tinkles from a tree branch, flirting with ten li of Spring wind
one red blossom dulls thousand mountains
the elegant youth wields his sword and roves around
two hands folds to drift apart as flowers bloom and wilt in the solitude of a thousand years
then—the sound of oars
a Wu-Ling fisherman, clad in kudzu hemp, awakens
the other-worldly Peach Spring here
dimples are the rebirth of peach blossoms
robust steps are fetters from a prior life
love kalpa and love debt, love from another life
wading though waters, escaping to the outside of smoke
Spring wind on the river’s road, suddenly arriving at the Immortal’s home
peach blossom buns, peach blossom cheeks, peach blossom eyes
finally settled with uncanny mountains and rivers
the essence of peach blossoms — moon bright and wind clear
drifting about the world with not a care therein
and today at Wu Ling river, i suddenly see you putting on your colors
peach blossoms fall like red rain
on the Pavilion of Asking, on Sudden Terrace
the lady is shy, the peach blossoms as well
if it’s peach blossomed, you rather wouldn’t
deep purple and bright red are also pale
at this moment, South Mountain is still a precipice in the sky
the Eastern hedges feels at home and content with themselves
the poetry I write is just Yiwang River and Siluo Stream
peach petals falling
falling into Yuanming’s genealogy, page sixteen of volume two
a turn of the head and the peach has ripened, glimmering like clouds at sunset
in this moment of falling flowers
I remember that I am a student of five hundred years ago that carried a lady
Master Zhuang’s butterfly awakens in Liang Shanbo’s body
6 生命的轨迹
我去过泰山的通天街
黄河干流第一个峡谷，茫尕峡
响当当的地名，甚是铿锵
有的地名古怪得离谱
广州一座桥叫三支香
北海老街有一条摸乳巷
穿紫河，停弦渡，丽思卡尔顿
这些土名洋名像小春天
有的地名我只约摸知其意
一粒锡沙， 十二背后
而海拉尔， 森波拉
它们读起来比音符更动听
我认识每一个汉字
却不知是什么意思
天雨粟，鬼夜啼，仓颉
也绝没想到后人组词的魔法
诗人都喜欢浪
李白走过80多座山，60多条江河
浪迹天涯，却只是观沧海
所谓地名，就是陆地上的名称
苏东坡流放天涯海角
他的芒鞋，也从未深海踏浪
而今天我终于到了南海七连屿
它们就像一条珠链 一串花环
这不是比喻，而是实指
在深海，才知海水是墨绿色的
海浪比石头硬，一浪一浪
打得小船梆梆作响
一座岛叫赵述 是明代使节的名字
另一座北岛，遍布珊瑚沙和羊角树
跟诗人没有关系，是海龟的家
三月我将去的地方
叫普者黑，彝语的地名喜欢普字开头
还有普洱，而法国的普罗旺斯
不姓普，只是音译
一首骑士抒情诗
那是薰衣草的故乡
行万里路，古人喜欢带上家乡
孟浩然叫孟襄阳，康南海便是康有为
张九龄便是张曲江
人杰地灵，也有因人名而成地名
有唐宋八大家韩愈，才有广东的韩江
还有河南的范蠡镇，谁不知
他带着西施太湖私奔
而孙逸仙的中山，之前称香山
舌尖上的苏轼，以食为天
似从未到过盐城、 酒泉、 茶陵 、蚌埠、 谷城
鱼台、 枣庄，这些地名秀色可餐
还有梅县与柳州，花与树之城
至于东阳、南昌、西安与北京
不用看北斗就知方位
翟永明的白夜已闪耀成一个中文地标
而我写下的花山，东莞的一小块稻田
还有桃花源，天河城广场，也算是
我精神的地图, 诗歌的胎记
2019.2.14
The Orbit of Life
I’ve been to Mount Tai’s Heaven Bridge
the Yellow River’s first gorge, Mangga Gorge
place names ring sonorously and forcefully
some place names are ridiculous
Guangzhou has a bridge called Three Incense Sticks
Beihai Old Town has a Breastgrab Alley
the Through Purple River, the String-Stop Crossing, the Ritz-Carlton
these local and foreign names are like a little Spring
Some of them, I only vaguely know
A Grain of Tin Sand, Behind Twelve
Erhai La’er, Senbola
they’re even prettier than their symbols when read aloud
I know each of the characters
yet have no idea what they mean
grains fell from the sky, ghosts howled at night, Cang Jie1
Had never thought of how skilled latecomers would be at word magic
poets all like wandering freely
Li Bai traversed over eighty mountains and sixty rivers
While roaming afar to the corners of the earth, they had never set foot on the sea,
The places in their poems are but continental towns or villages
Su Dongpo was exiled into the edge of land
yet his sandals never hit the depths of the ocean
and today, I finally arrive at The Seven Islets in the South Sea
they’re like pearls or a flower wreath
this isn’t a metaphor, it’s a reality
in the deep sea, I finally see the ocean water’s true inky green
waves are harder than stones, wave after wave
slaps against the little boat
one of the islands is called Zhao Shu the name of a Ming Dynasty diplomat
another North Island, covered in coral reefs, sand, and horn trees
unrelated to poets, this place is home to turtles
the place I’m going in March
is called Pu Zhe Hei, place names in the Yi dialect often
start with Pu
and puer tea, and Provence, France2
no Pu for surnames, though, it’s just a transliteration
an emotive Cavalier poem
is lavender’s hometown
walking one thousand li of road, the ancients liked to bring their homes along
Meng Haoran was also Meng Xiangyang, Kang Nanhai was Kang Youwei3
Zhang Jiuling was Zhang Qujiang
human talent lends to a place’s magic, and some places are named after their people
Han Yu of the Tang was the namesake for Guangdong’s Han River
and of course, who could forget Fan Li Village in Henan
he eloped with Xi Shi to Lake Tai4
and Sun Yixian’s Zhong Mountain used to be called Xiang Mountain
Su Shi on the tip of tongue, take food as prime want
seems to have never been to Yan Cheng (Salt City ), Jiu Quan (Wine Spring), Cha Ling (Tea Hill), Beng Bu (Mussel PorT), Gu Cheng (Grain Town)
Yu Tai,(Fish Platform) Zao Zhuang (Date Village ), these names themselves are scrumptious
and Mei County, Liu Zhou, city of flowers and trees
and Dongyang, Nanchang, Xi’an, and Beijing5
you don’t need the North Star to know where they are
Zhai Yongming’s6 White Night6 has already become a landmark in Chinese
the Hua Mountain and a piece of Rice Paddy in Dong Wan that I wrote of
and the Peach Blossom Spring, even the Heavenly River City Public Square counts
they are the map of my mind, the birthmark of my poetry
1 the inventor of Chinese characters in legend
2 note: the Chinese translation for Provence, France is puluowangsi, whose first character is in the same line of reasoning that the poet notes for words beginning with the pu 普 character.
3 note: Meng Haoran is the name of a poet, whereas Xiangyang is the name of his city; he thus went by Meng Xiangyang. There is here a similar relationship between the person, Kang Youwei, and the place name, Nanhai, as well as between the names of Zhang and Sun in the following lines.
4 note: Xi Shi was one of the Four Great Beauties of Chinese history, and Lake Tai in Hangzhou, Zhejiang Province, is an ancient Classical image of natural splendor.
5 note: Each of these place names includes one of the Cardinal directions: Dongyang/East, Nanchang/South, Xi’an/West, Beijing/North, hence the poet’s mention of the North Star in the following line.
6 note: Zhai Yongming (1955—) is a female poet who began publishing in the 1980s, and currently runs a combination bar and literature/arts studio called White Night in Chengdu, Sichuan Provence.
7 温暖之诗
给豌豆一节豆荚
给稗子一粒泥土
寒号鸟连麻雀都不如
只是一只飞鼠
请给它栖息的树洞
一片枯萎的叶子
躺在泥水里
迟到的扫帚，请给它片刻幸福
寒风中，悚悚发抖的手背不存
手心，仍想握紧温暖的词
2018
A Warm Poem
give pods to peas
give mud to barnyard grass
flying squirrels aren’t quite sparrows
they’re just squirrels that can fly
please give it a tree burrow to rest in
and a dried leaf
crouching in the mud
latecoming broom, please give it a moment of happiness
in the cold wind, the frightened back of a hand
does not conceal palms, yet still wants to grasp warm words
2018
8 热带雨林
高高在上的那棵巨树不是雨林的统治者
它岂敢君临天下鄙夷万类
这里众生平等树与藤蔓恣肆汪洋
无数自由的绿手掌捧着阳光雨水
枝与叶纠缠不休，茎与杆纵长横生
树叠树藤牵藤绿色堆积如云像高大城堡
蕨类四处霸气漫延，溪涧的兰草也不谦虚
几条叶片下，两只点水的蜻蜓
水中屈伸颠踬的孑孓
再卑微的生物都拼命抢占每一寸生存空间
亚马逊河流域和刚果河流域
还有马达加斯加岛东岸
这些植物部落是救命的药房
在云南的西双版纳
凤尾竹与阳光偏爱的地方
野象走过的脚步声，天边滚动一阵沉雷
我看见台地上两棵望天树靠得很近
以相拥的姿势并立，这对饱经苍桑的老夫妻
棕褐色的皮肤布满纵裂，鳞片块状剥落
大榕树气根从树干上悬垂下来
扎进土中，继续增粗，一木成林
各自又被大藤小藤纠结
身后藏着红光树悄悄伸来的手臂
还被藻类苔藓石斛地衣重重围困
植物们拥拥挤挤欢欢乐乐
肉豆蔻、四薮木、黄果木、胡桐、美登木、三尖杉
它们承接天上的水，吸收地下的水
本身也源源不断分泌水
黑冠长臂猿从这根藤条荡到那根藤条
犀鸟鸣叫响亮粗砺，马嘶一般
一只振羽开屏的蓝孔雀
像高傲的王子，裹着华丽的披风
Tropical Rainforest
That giant tree is not the king of the rainforest
how dare it stand overlooking the myriad creatures
all beings are equal here, trees and vines vast and unrestrained
countless green hands freely grasping for sunshine and rain
branches and leaves intertwining tirelessly, stalks and branches growing to all directions
vines wrapped around trees and trees piled up to the sky like cloud castles
ferns exploding and spreading its supremacy, orchid grasses by the stream not humble either
a pair of dragonflies rest on the water under long leaves
mosquito larvae popping out from the water
even the most insignificant creature fights for its rightful space here
the Amazon River and the Congo River
and the East Shore of Madagascar
these plant encampments are life-saving medicinal shacks
in Xishuangbanna of Yunnan Provence
a place adored by both phoenix-tail bamboo and sunshine
the footsteps of wild elephants, the sound of distant thunder
I see two grand trees stand close to each other on the plateau
as if hugging, this seasoned couple has seen everything under the sun
brown bark laced in crevasses, scale-like chunks peeling off
whiskers droop down from the banyan’s branches
digging into the earth, growing thicker, from strands into forests
wrapped each by vines small or thick
Arms of the Knema trees secretly reaching out from behind
a thousand plants congested yet overjoyed
all sorts of rare plants and wild Chinese medicines
they reach out to the water in the sky and suck up the water of the earth
and themselves secrete endlessly
black-crested gibbons leap from vine to vine
the gravelly cry of toucans akin to neighing horses
a blue peacock spreads its splendors,
like a proud prince, wrapped in its cloak
杨克附言：鸣谢梁道本和孙冬，之前几无联系，感谢他俩的幸勤付出。梁道本马上入读哈佛田晓菲教授的博士。而诗人田晓菲的先生是大名鼎鼎的学者宇文所安，祝福梁道本在诗歌写作和研究上大展宏图。也再次感谢《剑河风》对我的厚爱，曾有幸多次应邀参加在剑桥大学国王学院举办的徐志摩诗歌艺术节。另外，也要感谢我诗的阿拉伯语译者Mira Ahmed（米拉）和朗诵者曹语庭，阿拉伯语朗诵很好听。
译者简介
About the Translator
梁道本，诗人，译者，旧金山人。2017年里德学院本科毕业，目前在南京大学中文系读硕。曾在福建师范大学及北京中央民族大学求学。原创汉诗曾登《青春》，汉语评论在《青春》《中国出版传媒商报》和《艺术广角》。译诗译文若干发表。文学兴趣广泛，古今皆喜。
Benjamin Landauer is a poet and translator from San Francisco. He graduated with a BA from Reed College in 2017, and is currently pursuing his MA in Chinese Literature at Nanjing University. He previously studied at Fujian Normal University and Minzu University of China. His Chinese poetic compositions have appeared in Youth, and his Chinese critical essays have appeared in Youth, China Publishing and Media Journal, and Art Panorama. He has published various poetry and essay translations. His literary interests are broad, partial to both Modern and Classical literature.
校对者简介
About the Proofreader
孙冬，南京财经大学教授，诗人、译者。作品包括诗集《残酷的乌鸦》和《破乌鸦》, 编著《中美12诗人互译计划》, 学术专著《反对阐释的戏剧》, 在国内外各类期刊上发表诗歌上百首并翻译成英语、法语、土耳其语、罗马尼亚语等，应邀参加印度、土耳其和罗马尼亚国际诗歌节，诗歌入选《江苏百年新诗选》等多种选集,曾获第二届鲁竹诗歌奖。
朗诵者简介
About the poetry reader
曹语庭，女，文学博士，现任上海外国语大学东方语学院阿拉伯语系讲师，曾于荷兰莱顿大学区域研究所任访问学者。主要研究领域为阿拉伯语语音学、阿拉伯伊斯兰文化，参与编撰《阿拉伯语经典诵读文选》 。曾获中央电视台第四届“希望之星”英语风采大赛（大学成人组）上海赛区第一名，全国总决赛优胜奖；首届“CRI杯”全国阿拉伯语演讲比赛（高年级组）三等奖。业余时间喜欢水彩手绘、写作、烹饪。
《东方情调》阿拉伯语译者
Mira Ahmed
