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The Poetry Path of a Village Girl

Text/Li Tiantian

　　I am not fashionable at all, like the village girl with a lot of rustic, simple and true; my poetry is also like the village girl, natural and flexible, hiding the taste of the earth. Now I'm 23 years old, and although I've been writing poetry for almost eight years, I rarely contribute. I voted several times last year, and I was fortunate enough to publish it each time, and one of the poems was recommended by the headlines of the Poetry Journal. It is said that in the whole of Hunan, I was the first female poet to be recommended by the headlines of the Poetry Journal.

　　I was born in a small, remote village surrounded by mountains, and there was not a single brick house in the village, but all wooden stilt houses. At that time, I woke up every day to see the high mountains in front of me, the spring, the rhododendrons that spread over the mountains, and the sun slowly rising from the mountain pass behind the house to warm the small village. I often followed my parents to work in the fields, and the beautiful and backward living environment gave me a beautiful and sentimental heart. Coupled with the premature death of my father and the family's preference for sons and daughters, there is always a lingering fragility and sadness in my bones. I was sensitive to my poverty, and on several occasions I almost dropped out of school because I couldn't afford to pay my tuition. But I was not reconciled, I was eager to jump out of the mountains, not to stay in the mountains as an ordinary farmer. Although it was many years later, I learned that a prosperous life is not necessarily better than that of the countryside, and that the happiness of the rich is not necessarily higher than that of the poor.

　　When I was in elementary school, I liked to write essays, like to express myself with words, I found that I could get a lot of unspeakable freedom by doing so, and I often hid in the stilt tower to write down the little secrets and small desires in my heart. Obviously, this kind of writing at that time was very casual, it was just a record of emotions, or even just a cathartic tool. It wasn't until I was 15 years old, when a playmate from childhood to adulthood was strangled to death with kudzu by two adult men from the next village, that I had my first crisis of "survival meaning" and felt that writing was a very serious matter. What exactly should I write? What can my words change? The departure of my father and the death of my friend made me wonder what the meaning of life really was. During that time, I often had the feeling that everything was gray, life was short, time was like a white colt passing through the gap, was it false to live? I was terrified all night long. Think about it, a person comes decades later, disappears, like there is no existence, in fact, it is quite scary. But a person with a soul cannot think of these things. So I wrote my first poem, "The Flower in front of the Door," for my friends and for my doubts. At that time, the poem was published in the school newspaper, and the literature teacher gave it a high evaluation, and I still remember his evaluation: "Although the writing is not yet mature, it can be seen that he has rare talent and compassion." "And just like that, I officially started my literary career.

Why do I prefer to interpret the world I see in the form of poetry? Maybe it's the classical poetry I learned since childhood, "walk to the end of the water, sit and watch the clouds rise" makes me have a special yearning for life, maybe I like to express the deepest feelings in the most concise language, or I hope that in the future, life will disappear, can leave a little trace in the world, and can be re-recognized by someone many years later. Although life is alive, it has to be mediocre, it has to be trivial, it has to be normal, everyone lives like this. But I was restless with the norm, and I was like an indefatigable bee, flying around in the flowers, lingering. Collect that little bit of essence from all kinds of flowers every day, taste it carefully, and don't know how to eat it. I know that every bit of the world is full of poetry and worth capturing. What is poetry? Does it have to be poetic because of the wind and snow and the petty bourgeoisie? I don't think so. Childhood memories, lovers' separations, the roar of the morning market, a look in the wanderer's eyes, etc. are all poetic. I want to extract poetry from the most ordinary things, from the most ordinary people, and write down their sorrows, joys, loves, hates, and hatreds. I also want to be a person with a conscience, who looks at the world and writes a hundred things. I feel like it's the best way for me to stay in touch with the world. I believe that if my sentences are still read many years later, they will be like encounters in an instant.

Of course, in the process of writing, I have also wavered, and sometimes the words seem pale and weak. Some people say that poetry is the medicine to save the world. I think poetry is a good medicine for comforting the world. I believe that a true poet can do it, and his innate keen eye can certainly touch what ordinary people ignore. He will let the world feel the true beauty of life, and he can also let the world see the pain and helplessness of the world. For example, he will let you see young people running to the metropolis, leaving a fragmented countryside, he will let you see the struggle of marginal figures, and the desolation and hypocrisy under the prosperity. Although he can't really change the status quo, he can use the most appropriate words to awaken the tenderness that has been sleeping in your heart for a long time.

　　Yes, the world is full of many tenderness and regrets, and I have sorrow for this world, just as I have deep affection for this world. No matter how sad I am, I am always bright, because in sorrow man is more like a person, and he can be closer to nature. The so-called brightness is the frog jumping into the water and fluttering, the last fallen leaves in autumn, and a person singing alone in the mountains. As long as I keep writing, I will gain something, both materially and spiritually, and I will find that I have more than before. There is a lush forest growing in my heart.

　　Finally, I would like to say that I am grateful to life, to poetry, to everyone I meet, for always maintaining a deep innocence. Because I don't want to be like an adult with a sense of vicissitudes, it's not good, I should be full of vitality, like the elves in the forest, the more, the richer the forest. As a literature teacher at the university said to me, "You are a person with a lot of feelings and an amazing imagination!" You are a princess living in fairy tales and dreams, full of beautiful expectations and expectations for life, and life will definitely be a gift to you. "I believe in my future, as she said.