张联，宁夏盐池人，1967年出生，中国作协会员。当代原生态自然主义诗人，作家，评论家。二十世纪末“乡村诗”出现，成熟期的推动者，“中国草根诗歌部落”的发起者。作品发表在国内多家大型文学刊物，及国外日本《蓝》刊，作品入编《中国新诗百年大典》《二十一世纪中国文学大系2001—2010》诗歌卷，《中国诗典1978-2008》《中国当代诗库2007》《中间代诗全集》《2005:文学中国》《中国前沿诗歌聚焦》《百年新诗百种解读》《大地访诗人》《土地上的诗庄稼》《本草集》《诗志：2014，2016第一卷》《2012中国最佳诗歌》《2013中国诗歌年选》《2015中国诗歌年选》《2016中国好诗三百首》《2018中国诗歌精选》《21世纪两岸诗歌鉴藏》《中国新诗精选100家》《新诗365首》《年度诗人300家》选本等，著有诗集10部，作品译为日，英等国外文字，主编《中国乡村诗选编》一书，（1968/2018，上下卷）为百年诗歌史上最牛乡村诗选集，民刊《视野之外》主編。吴忠市作协第一副主席，盐池县文联第三届副主席，盐池县作协第三届作协主席等。

Zhang Lian, born in the 60s in Xiaoyanggou, Yanchi Nixia is founder of Chinese Country Naturalistic Poetry, contemporary famous poet and critic. He has over 10 of his collections of poems published including On Evenings, On Mornings, On Quiet Lands, etc. His poems are selected in many different collections such as 21st Century Chinese Literature 2001/2010, with comments by scores of well-known critics, which all contribute to developing him as Zhang Lian Phenomenon that can hardly be avoided concerning contemporary Chinese Poetry. He obtained the Spirit Award of 1st Folk Poetry of Independence and chief edited 2018 Collection of Chinese Country Poetry 1968-2018, Volume I & II, crossing half a century, totaling 1200 pages with over 4 thousand poems by 382 poets included, highly thought of as a collection country poetry and won the 2018 Chinese Annual Poet Award for Outstanding Contribution .

寂静的只有我和房相对着

Encounter the Cool Blue of the Clear Sky

一抺淡红燃烧着整个净空
日落后的清冷淡寡在这秋末的萧色中
一切生命的枯黄萎缩
在一个心情里低落着
一抺淡红在燃烧
碰上整个净空那种清冷淡蓝
这是整个村子剩下的最后的颜色
在这一天的最后
我还是燃起了我室内的炉火
让青烟落满院落沉沉静静的
飘逸着低落在这大片蓝的净空下
一个小屋的烟缕足以证明
世界醒着的活物
我的心情就像烟缕一样
从铁皮的圆口里不停地冒出来
抽着室内孤独的空气
燃烧我自身肉体内的干柴
和红色的血液的时候
尤如煤的赤红寂静的
只有我和房相对着
我好像是那一抺淡红燃烧
碰上我整个室内空间
变得和净空一样淡蓝
			

A cloud of pale red is burning over the clear sky
Desolate cool after sunset rustling in the bleak late autumn 
The wither and shrivel of all life 
Lying low in the mood
A cloud of pale red is burning
Encountering the cool blue of the clear sky
The last touch left of the whole viliage 
At the end of the day
I light my stove inside the house
So grey smoke may fill every corner of the quiet courtyard 
Floating low under the blue vastness 
Cooking smoke of a small house is enough to prove
Lving things in the waking world
While my heart is emerging from the round iron opening
Like a curl of grey smoke  
Drawing solitary air from inside
Burning the dry firewood and red blood 
Inside my own body
Crimson quietness like coal
Leaving me and the house facing each other
I blaze like the tint of pale red
Encountering the whole space inside 
Turning light blue like the clear sky