Wang Shumin, born in December 1972, has long struggled in the front line of agricultural science and technology, using a clumsy pen, listening to the voices of farmers, making friends with their hearts, and seeking resonance.
A twist of the mind
Poem/Wang Shumin
I use pure eyes
Look at the world
I found that the sky was blue and the water was clean
I'm relieved
However, humanity needs to develop
Soot, dirt, noise
Immerse yourself in the world
The world is gradually changing color
What you observe, what you see
Not being there is the true color of everything
Hit it and you know
A circle of civilians, cangsheng, said that it was useless to say anything
Because, you can't change the pattern
You can't dominate the truth
Truth is always released by the Supreme
You, only unconditionally agree
Why, the person who writes will say the truth
Because, he didn't want to go against his conscience
But, having said it, it was relieved
The face will be blank-eyed, guilty
People, stating the facts
It's not about flaunting yourself
Rather, it is to restore the truth of the facts
To live with the power, that is to steal life
Perhaps, we will become sinners
The moment you cut into the dirt
We are down to earth
Because civilians can't splash the waves
Whatever life needs to change
None of us can change our minds
We are the sons of farmers
Because we are holding on to that conscience
(Image from the Internet)