Lin Yao

Lin Yao

Lin Yao, the first prize winner of the second national new concept composition competition, is one of the representative works of the competition. One of the members of mimzii. Book planner. He once studied in the base class of Chinese Department of grade 00 of East China Normal University. At present, there is a column in Alice, one of the books about hard work and happiness. I prefer to translate novels, and I love time traveler's wife most. Now I work in Shanghai Century securities company.

brief introduction

Books written or completed independently

published fairy tale Miss Anna two people and a farewell (co authored with Zhang Yaochen)

Planning books

just don't want to learn grammar - (Pan Weibo / 2005-01 / rural reading Press) dachangjin - (Liu Minzhu / 2005-05 / people's Literature Press) flying birds refuse to be sad - (Woodell / 2005-5-1 / people's Literature Press) zhigaowushang: when I finish reading all the English books (AJ Jacobs / 2005-7-1 / Fudan University Press) walking in yesterday's Paris - (more) Minnick Vidal / Christina kellart / Zhejiang People's Publishing House) Zhu Xiaotian's delicious new relationship - (Zhu Xiaotian / June 1, 2006 / CITIC Publishing House) records of exotic animals - (Yan Ge / August 2006 / CITIC Publishing House) boar transformation - (Bai yanxuan / October 2006 / people's Literature Publishing House) shadow of the wind - (Carlos Ruis safeng / October 1, 2006 / people's Literature Publishing House) News agency) Medici Dagger - (West / 2006-12-01 / people's Literature Publishing House) irreversible moment - 84 dialogues on the philosophy of death - (rankleway / 2007 / Shanghai Sanlian bookstore) spider boy - (Neil geiman / 2007-02 / people's Literature Publishing House) clockwork - (Philip Pullman / 2007-3-1 / people's Literature Publishing House) time traveler My wife - (Audrey nieffenger / April 1, 2007 / people's Literature Publishing House) stolen child (case donnahu / May 2007 / people's Literature Publishing House) summer when time stops - (Shen Xingyu / February 2008 / Shanghai People's Publishing House) mosaic mural case - (Julio Leoni / March 2008 / people's Literature Publishing House) intuition - (Alijia Goodman)/ 2008-4-1 / people's Literature Publishing House) the identity of Bourne - (Robert Lu Delun / 2008.7 / century scenery of Shanghai People's Publishing House) love and other impossible pursuits - (Ayele Waldman / 2008-07-01) left and right hands - (Feng Linyi / 2008.8 / Jiangxi education publishing house) northern lights, please forget me - (findra Vida / 2009-1-1 / Shanghai People's Publishing House) ）no.8 shoes too late (Judy Merrill Larsen / 2009.3) speed of my life (Jeremy Jackson / 2009.3 / Shanghai People's Publishing House) and other mimzii magazines

Selected works

Mother Lin Yao (published in the 360 issue of bud magazine, March 2000) after I was born, I called her "mother". She accompanied me to learn calligraphy, piano and English typing. So the time I spent with my mother was most of my childhood. Neighbors all said behind her back that she was a "manniang" who ate ginseng. I used to think: is she really my mother, and will she be transferred in the delivery room? But I never told her that. When I was in junior high school, she said to me one day, "mom is laid off. Just as laidoff in English is made in China, many words are more or less filled with self comforting black humor. Being laid off is actually unemployment. She added, "I'll be out of work from now on. "I looked at her with an extremely Kong Yi like expression. No work doesn't mean nothing to do. A few months ago, she teamed up with others to sell lighters in the market. I went there for lunch, a lighter for 30 yuan and a leather case. A man with a trumpet shouts to the surging crowd, "pass by." my mother, standing at the counter, repeats the same words to everyone who comes. She didn't drink water or go to the toilet, so that she could sell one more lighter, and when she got home, she couldn't make a sound. She was born into a bourgeois family and grew fat in three years of natural disasters. As a child, he was the first group of children in the class to wear red scarf. When he was a red soldier, he danced propaganda dance on the bus. She said that at that time, she always liked to touch the mahogany furniture at home, and sometimes there was soft dust in the exquisitely carved hollows. She had a transparent candy can, which was full of colorful candy papers that took years to accumulate, some of which were folded into villains. Small people all slim waist dress, like the princess as noble and elegant. Later, she entered the factory, went to Anhui to participate in the construction of the third line of primary school, where she worked as a kindergarten teacher. However, she has been laid off. What's more, she strongly demands to be laid off herself. She didn't tell me until I was admitted to a key middle school. She had eight experiences of selling lighters in the market and bought 200 stock warrants with her money. In those days, there were subscription certificates tied up with ropes and piled up in thick plastic bags. Unfortunately, she decided to resell the 200 subscription certificates to others. A few months later, she saw people holding a stack of bold, but that stack is not the subscription certificate, but RMB. later, she also took out stacks of RMB from the bank, which was a few years later. She is my mother today. she sits in a large office of a securities business department, like commuting every day, but goes to work late and comes back early, and enjoys lunch in a nearby hotel at noon. She has her own independent computer, and she knocks on the keyboard from time to time. With a little effort, the swivel chair makes her turn around and say "hello" to me. When the chair turns, the skirt angle floats gently, and the leather shoes in the skirt angle change from more than 300 yuan to more than 800 yuan, up to thousands. She hasn't been to Nanjing Road for several years, and when she leads me to Meimei department store, it's like leading me to my own home. she is the only woman in the large family room. All the men asked me to do stocks with my mother. Every time, she refused with a smile. She only bought a pair of famous brand shoes for me. She didn't agree to buy a second pair until she could no longer wear them. So far, she lives with us in a public house of only 17 square meters, because her home is close to the school, because she can't disturb my senior three study. My room is actually a balcony, full of cupboards and books, just like her stock code. She kept her money for my study. I used to warn her by saying "money is all that's left.". I've seen her look of excitement in a speech contest when she was young in her work clothes. This picture was left by her at the bottom of the drawer, a mother with a ponytail, a single eyelid and not laid off. She was almost indifferent to my suggestion. Finally one day, she bought standard Japanese, and I happily copied down all the hiragana and katakana and pasted them on every door of my house. But soon, these papers became my family's posters, which were much dimmer and gray than the pictures of the Grand Theater with lights all day long hanging on the wall. I asked her to watch the cultural journey. She said it was very good-looking, but it was not as good as the reaction when I read or beat my chest or burst into tears or pondered for a long time. I wonder if she has lost her passion? Is she still young? but she looks very young. She never wears heavy makeup or jewelry. The people who saw us didn't recognize her as my mother's. She wears T-shirt, jeans and light hair dyeing in summer. Everything seems harmonious and natural to her, unlike a woman with sickle like eyebrows, curly hair and underwear five grades lower than her coat. She can drive a Honda or a Volvo with ease. When she and her friends go out for an outing, she always leaves her figure on the highway. However, she did not let me get in touch with millionaires who owned high-end private cars. Instead, she often took me to chat with university professors, where I often could not drink a mouthful of water, but could enjoy a wonderful speech about material and spirit. These young or old professors would continue their works or turn on the computer to see the trend analysis chart after seeing me off. She respects them very much, and I know that she wants me to have the same profound knowledge and economic mind as them. She is not only friends with professors and people related to stocks in the society, but also hosts, famous doctors, football club managers, newspapers and all kinds of "XX family" and "XX director". When watching financial news, she will tell me which stock commentator is talented and which one is advocating market popularity to get rid of the trap. After a busy interaction, more names, securities accounts and ID number appeared in her notebook. she took me to see a securities lecture organized by her (she later worked part-time in a stock club). The speaker was an economist in Hong Kong. The people below took notes as diligently as the students on the exam. I asked her, "why don't you listen? "She said it was