新加坡知名诗人及音乐工作者，世界华文作家交流协会会长、五月诗社荣誉社长、作家协会理事、作曲家协会顾问、音乐家协会副会长、福州会馆合唱团及银河民族室内乐团音乐总监暨指挥。历任许多国内外文艺创作、音乐创作、器乐及声乐比赛评審。出版了6本诗集、1本散文集、1本音乐评论集以及1本歌曲创作集。荣获歌曲创作比赛优胜奖；词曲版权协会的“卓越才艺奖”。他在新加坡及中国北京，办了四场个人音乐作品发表会。

Quek Yong Siu, a poet and a composer, previously worked as a lecturer at the School of Electronics and Info-comm of the ITE College West of Singapore. Currently he is the president of the World Chinese Writers Association of Exchange Inc, honorary president of May Poetry Society, committee member of the Writers Association of Singapore, Author-in-Resident for secondary schools and junior colleges，advisor of the Association of Composers (Singapore), vice-president of the Musicians Society of Singapore, music director cam conductor of the Foozhou Clan Association Choir and Chui Huay Lim Galaxy Chinese Instrumental ensemble. His published works includes 6 poems collections, 1 prose collection, 1 song book and 1 music commentary. His poem collection The Story of Chopsticks had won the Highly Commended Award in the Book Festival organized by Singapore Government. Many of his poems were selected and included in the text books of the secondary schools and universities and poems dictionaries in Singapore and overseas.

贝壳中的童年
——写越南海边售卖贝壳的小姑娘

Childhood in the Seashell
——A Write-up for a Little Girl who was Selling Seashells by a Seaside in Vietnam

像她开口时露出整排
的洁白，那些贝壳
在阳光的抚摸下
发出梦的色彩

弯弯曲曲的回廊，不断
传来大海的叹息
水族的唼喋、美人鱼的悲歌
海龙王的咆哮，还有
龙王三公主幽幽的啜泣………

她的童年，也躲在
贝壳中偷偷哭泣
但她不哭泣。她以
微笑，迎向生活的艰辛
一枚贝壳，是一个希望
也是一家温饱的保证

在她黝黑的脸蛋上
只有春天，没有冬天
像阳光照耀下展颜的    
大海，静静显示
生命的坚韧和动力
			

Like a line of whiteness when she opened her month
Those seashells 
Caressed by sunlight were releasing
the colours of their dreams

The snaky corridor was echoed with
unbroken sighs of the sea
the murmurs of aquatic breeds
the sad song of the mermaid
the roars of the monarch of the sea
as well as the sobs of the monarch's third princess 

As for her childhood
She did cry secretly inside the seashell
But she didn't cry, she smiled 
When she had to brace against the cruelty of life 
A piece of seashell was a piece of hope
It meant a guarantee to feed her family

On her dark appearance
It was a spring, not winter
Like the open surface of the sea in the sunshine
Quietly she displayed
A kind of remarkable fortitude and strength in life