After deciding to write poetry, the peasant woman who "died" in marriage came to life

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There is an orange light hidden in the heart

Not suitable for warm spring sun

It belongs only to a wisp of plum fragrance in the cold wind

I put all the hurt in my heart

Kneaded into 10,000 rays of light

Shoot towards the sun, moon and stars

Paired with the waves of the South China Sea

Integrate into the lights of thousands of homes in the world

Only the moving clouds remain

Full of you

——Han Shimei's poem "Orange in the Heart"

This is a poem written by a 52-year-old rural woman named Han Shimei.

She has never stepped out of the mountains since she was a child, speaks a Henan dialect, and lives in a poor small village in Nanyang, Henan.

Her world is small, and she spends her days around her husband, in-laws, and children, between oil-stained stoves, rough fields, and dilapidated tiled houses. Before 2020, Han Shimei's life trajectory was the same as most farmers, she worked during the day and sighed at night.

However, she loves to write poetry.

In April 2020, with the encouragement of her son, Han Shimei shared her poem online in the form of a short video. Unexpectedly, she became popular, her talent was recognized by many people, and by writing poetry, she was even invited to speak at the United Nations.

In March 2022, Han Shimei's poems were favored by the publishing house, and in September this year, she published her personal poetry collection "The Waves Hold Me". This is not only because of her moving poems, but also because this is the story of her, as a low-class rural woman, who uses poetry as a weapon against fate.

She wrote poems on the stove, walked on the field and read poems, and her son's unused workbook and the brown cardboard box of the courier were filled with her crooked verses. In her poems, poverty and hunger have a unique touch, with which she deciphers loneliness, friction against her own destiny.

And 80 percent of the poems she wrote were about love.

Love is an orange warm lamp hidden in the darkness in her heart, and she watches this orange light sway in her life while writing poetry, flickering on and off. Her memories and prayers turned into romantic verses.

Now, some people call her the poet on the field, and some people call her the second "Yu Xiuhua". And she herself said that what she wrote was not called poetry, but just slipped through the mouth. She is not Yu Xiuhua, she is just Han Shimei.

■ Photo / Poet Han Shimei in a small village

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Dreams in small villages with 18 bucks

I'm just a petite crow who learns how to fly a phoenix

- Poems by Han Shimei

My name is Han Shimei, from rural Nanyang, Henan, my hometown is in Hubei, and I was born on November 11, 1971.

I was born into a peasant family with 5 children, including me, and when I was a child, my family was poor and my parents were under pressure.

In my memory, in the spring, Henan planted a lot of sweet potatoes, and my father would take a bag to collect sweet potatoes everywhere, and then grind them into flour and make noodles. At that time, noodles were often eaten in the village, and there were noodles hanging everywhere in our room, and I was tired of eating, but I still had to eat when I was hungry.

Although the father is kinder, the mother is in charge of everything in the family. So from the time I was a kid, I thought women could hold up half the sky.

My mother went to school and knew words, so she let me read as well. When I was young, I had a dream, I didn't want to stay in the village, I wanted to see the outside world through studying.

So I studied hard and my brain was smart.

When I was in the fifth grade, our homeroom teacher produced a semi-propositional essay, and asked the whole class to write an essay around the central idea of "perseverance to the end". I was so impressed that I wrote an article called "The Bow".

I remember when my second sister was 13 years old, my mother bought her a bow hair card in town to help her with her work. That bow has several colors on it, it's beautiful, I love it. The general meaning of that article is that a beautiful bow is on the top of the mountain, 3 girls climb to the top of the mountain together, and whoever climbs to the top first to get the bow is considered victorious.

The article was read aloud by the class teacher in front of the class, who said that I wrote very well, and only I really grasped the central idea in the class.

When I was in the second year of junior high school and had to pay the second semester tuition, my family could not pay the tuition fee of 18 yuan, so I could only drop out of school.

Actually, I don't want to drop out of school. After that, I would repeat a dream every night that I was doing homework in the classroom, dreaming for many years.

The 18 yuan tuition fee woke Han Shimei from her dream of studying, and since then, her already small world has become smaller.

The year she dropped out of school, Han Shimei was 14 years old, knitting sweaters, shoe soles, pressing noodles, and doing farm work at home. In their free time, rural people have limited pastimes, with men gathering to drink and women to play cards. Han Shimei didn't like these, and when she wasn't working, she could only be in a daze.

She was unwilling, but she had no choice.

One day, her mother gave Han Shimei a black box, and she opened the box to find it full of books. The box was brought from her hometown by her literature-loving mother, and contained "Romance of the Three Kingdoms", "Dream of the Red Mansion", "Journey to the West", "Water Margin", as well as martial arts novels and ancient poetry collections.

Since then, reading has become Han Shimei's only pastime, and her mother has opened up an imaginary vast world for her.

However, it was her mother who made her feel stressed.

At home, the mother said that one is one, and the marriage of the Han family's daughter was decided by the mother. At that time, when his grandfather died and had no money for burial, the Han family married off their second sister and collected 400 yuan in order to collect the bride price. Later, the eldest brother of the Han family had no money to marry his daughter-in-law, so he married off the third sister and collected 1600 yuan.

Han Shimei said, "This is not marrying a daughter, this is selling a daughter."

Han Shimei knew that she should not escape the fate of being sold, and she waited for this day to come. However, at this time, the orange light about love hidden in her heart seemed to have a chance to light up.

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Love with 3000 bucks

love

Rolling in the blood

The vast atrium

Hold your hand tightly

Sit under the linden tree

Watch the moon together

The staring eyes are brighter than the stars

My tears of happiness welled up with blood

——Han Shimei's poem "With You"

In fact, the mother is good in all aspects, only one point, that is, the mother is in charge of everything in the family, and we do not have the right to choose our own happiness in life.

At that time, after my mother arranged marriage for my three sisters, she once told my eldest sister that I was the only one left, and I could choose freely, and I felt very lucky, and I was so happy to let me choose my own partner!

I once read Lu You's "Phoenix with a Head":

Red crisp hands, yellow teng wine. The spring palace wall willow in the city. The east wind is evil, and the joy is thin. A cup of sadness, a few years away. Wrong, wrong, wrong!

Spring is like old, people are empty and thin. The tear stains are red and shiny. Peach blossom falls, idle pool pavilion. Although the mountain alliance is there, it is difficult to trust the brocade book. Mo, Mo, Mo!

This poem is particularly well written and touched me. I envy the love between Lu You and Tang Wan, and their unswerving feelings have left an eternal impression in my heart.

I used to think that if I met true love, I would be like them. I know that Lu You wrote this poem after being separated by his mother, which is really cruel.

Actually, before I got married, I had never been in a relationship. I generally didn't talk to boys when I was in school, and as I grew up, I grew up more and more eager to live happily ever after the rest of my life.

I want to find someone I like, love me, love me, and care for me, and I will also hurt him, love him, and care for him.

Finally, when Han Shimei was 19 years old, she waited for her husband.

However, the orange light went out.

The Han family wants to build a new house, the younger brother wants to marry his daughter-in-law, and they need money.

I was 19 years old on the blind date, and my mother didn't let me choose when I went on the blind date.

The first time I met him was in town, his name was Wang Zhongming, he looked okay, but the voice we spoke in what we called "duck voice", I couldn't hear what he was saying, and his speech was very poor. The first time I met Wang Zhongming, I knew I didn't like him. And as when I dropped out of school, I was reluctant, but I didn't have a choice.

After I expressed my disagreement with the marriage, my mother took me home and reprimanded me with a face, saying, "You are ugly, you still have to pick, you still make a mess!" Then I didn't dare to have any more opinions, and the marriage was finalized.

I was "sold" for 3,000 yuan, 1,000 yuan was taken by my mother to build a house, and the remaining 2,000 yuan was used to subsidize the family.

At that time, the bride price of several thousand yuan could not be taken out by ordinary families over there, unless the kind of man who could not marry a daughter-in-law was willing to spend so much money. I said to my mother, "You're the one who collects waste!" If people don't want it, pick the rest, and you'll find you to be your son-in-law!"

In the three years after I married Wang Zhongming at the age of 19, as long as he went to my house, I didn't see him, and I didn't want to see him.

I was originally alcohol-free, but I drank a lot of alcohol at that time. I had a water tank in front of my house with a lid on it, and when I was drunk, I lay on my stomach and cried, crying for a long time.

I don't think that's what I want.

Because I didn't want to marry him, I was afraid that the day of marriage would come. On the day of my wedding, my wedding car was a big military truck, and when the truck came, I kept standing by the bed crying, and my aunt in the village said, "Don't cry, your father is crying too." Then I wiped my tears and got in the car and left.

The wind is the song of the solitude of the night

Late at night

The light in my heart is still on

My mother put her hand in my pouch

Removed the lamp

—— Han Shimei's poem "Nocturne"

■ Photo / Han Shimei looking at the field

Getting into that truck, I married into Wang Zhongming's family.

I comforted myself, marry a chicken with a chicken, marry a dog with a dog, marry a flat burden and carry it, and pass it dizzy. I only hope that Wang Zhongming can feel sorry for me and live a good life with me.

Wang Zhongming's family seemed to be poorer than mine, with only two dilapidated tiled houses, so low that when I entered and exited the kitchen, I had several large bags on my head.

And after marrying Wang Zhongming, I learned that the 3,000 yuan bride price money was borrowed by Wang Zhongming from his uncle, and this money needed to be repaid by myself, and I had to repay 4,800 yuan with interest.

This is what I paid for myself.

When I first got married, she heard that the villagers had been jokingly calling Wang Zhongming "spicy soup", which means confused. Wang Zhongming does not make money, does not take care of household affairs, and does not care about people. I couldn't communicate with him.

I remember that we were building more than 500 square meters of houses, and the workers of the whole house needed more than 50,000 yuan. And Wang Zhongming said, "You give people 3,000 yuan, and you are not allowed to give tens of thousands."

I reasoned with him, "The boss doesn't pay you, are you willing?" Workers come to build houses for us to earn wages and support their families. You can't stop paying people." But he just didn't listen.

That day, after he went to work, I paid the worker more than 20,000 wages, and he was angry after work, and he didn't pay attention to me for a long time.

For a long time after getting married, once she encountered something that could not communicate with Wang Zhongming, Han Shimei chose to avoid it.

In addition to these, after getting married, Han Shimei not only assumed the responsibilities of her wife, mother, but also her husband, and she supported the whole family alone.

Wang Zhongming never cooks or does laundry, and Han Shimei needs to take care of him in all aspects.

That year, Han Shimei worked in a garment factory, going to work at half past seven in the morning and leaving work at half past nine in the evening, and when she was busy, she could only go home at twelve o'clock in the middle of the night. The work in the garment factory had to be done standing up, and every day when she returned home, she was already very tired. However, no matter what time she came home, she needed to cook for Wang Zhongming, otherwise he would starve to death.

Han Shimei said that Wang Zhongming is a child who will never grow up in her heart, and she is both Wang Zhongming's wife and his mother.

The only thing Wang Zhongming can do is to cut hair, he contracted the qualification of a production team in the village to cut hair, but Han Shimei did not know how many people in the production team there were, nor how much income Wang Zhongming earned a year, and Wang Zhongming never told her.

Because most of his money was taken to gamble.

I remember very clearly that in 1994, our son was just over a year old, it was the fourteenth night of the lunar month, and he had just finished dinner.

Wang Zhongming said, "You two go to sleep." Then the door was locked from the outside, and my son and I couldn't get out. Then he leaned on the windowsill and said, "My brother asked me to go to their house to help them carry the cattle trough."

He didn't come back until dawn, frozen cold.

After two or three days, a neighbor in my village whose name I called Uncle came to my house and said, "Let me tell you something." He wanted to say, but he swallowed it back.

When my uncle left, he had one foot outside the door and one foot inside the door and asked me, "Do you know?" Where did Wang Zhongming go on the night of the 14th? He was actually gambling that night and lost more than 180 yuan in one night."

180 bucks is a lot for our small family.

When Wang Zhongming came back in the evening, I asked him where he went on the night of the 14th, but he wouldn't tell me.

Later I learned that he had always had a habit of gambling, that he had always lost and never won.

From my marriage in 1992 until 2007, I was paying him back foreign debts for gambling, and at one point, three bills came in one day.

So I had to go out and find a hard job. There are very few women's jobs in our village, and most of the jobs I do are men's jobs. I'm not afraid, as long as I can make money, I will do anything. I want to make my family rich. If there is money, children can be allowed to read.

I rowed through the waves with my oars in hand

Cut through the mountain beam where there is no road

Groundbreaking

Plant it in the spring

Plant happiness

Plant sorrow and bitterness

—— Han Shimei's poem "Opening the World"

■ Photo / Han Shimei listened carefully to her poet reciting her poems

I worked as a small worker in the village, and I tied steel bars and broke steel bars on the highway. The boss gave me a steel ruler, no matter what shape I wanted, whether it was one meter long or two meters long, I could fold it out. I worked very hard, and then all the men left in the team were gay men, and I was the only female comrade.

My arm was exhausted due to the lifting of the rebar. It hurts for so many years.

The boss and the hostess also saw my ability and gave me a 10 yuan salary increase.

At that time, it was 80 yuan for gay men to work a day, and 50 yuan for a female comrade to work for a day, but I was 60 yuan. In fact, I also feel a bit of a loss in my heart, I contribute the same effort as gay men, and I do the same work, but I am also honored, at least a little more income.

I worked for five or six months and earned 8,900 yuan.

In addition to repairing highways, Han Shimei also cooked in the canteen and worked as a small worker in a garment factory and a luggage factory.

When doing small work in the luggage factory, the director of the factory did not let Han Shimei use the cutting machine for cutting fabrics, the director thought that it was a man's job, women could not learn, easy to be dangerous, but in order to earn a few more money, Han Shimei pestered the director to learn, the director had no way, had to teach her.

Who knew that Han Shimei could learn it as soon as she learned, and she had never made a mistake, and the backpack made of 124 pieces of fabric, she alone could calculate and cut accurately, and it was in the most cloth-saving way, so the director appreciated her very much.

But in those years, Han Shimei also paid the price, because most of the work required standing all the time, her knees fell to the root of the disease, standing for a while and drilling her heart, even so, she did not get a word of care.

I also have no way to do the work that men do, the burden of the family is on my shoulders, I can't do it. When there is nothing behind you, only if you are strong can you support this family.

In 2002, my family borrowed some usury in the village. That year, I was carrying my daughter to work in the fields, and my neighbor's aunt said, "You have a child this year, don't plant sesame, plant some corn, hoe." But I thought about paying this account, sesame seeds were sold more expensive, but I still planted sesame seeds.

When I was about to give birth, I was still working in the fields, and it was very uncomfortable. If you go to work after breakfast, your eyeballs will swell. I just skip eating every morning to feel better.

Working in the field, I suddenly heard a girl behind me calling my sister-in-law, and I turned my head to see that it was our neighbor girl. She said, "Sister-in-law, you don't eat every morning to work, see that you are tired, I will bring you two melons to eat."

At that time, my tears fell out of my eyes at once, and I was particularly touched, because no one in my life cared about me and treated me well for a long time.

I don't even know how I survived those days.

After planning to build a house, I often got angry during that time. When I build a house and lay the foundation, I have to dig a trough, and I am digging. He thought I was digging too deep, and when we were arguing, he slapped me.

My heart went from the top of my head to my heels, and I knew I was a practical tool in his mind.

■ Photo / There is only Han Shimei's family's house in the east of the bridge

That very night, when I went back to my mother's house, my mother saw that I had lost a lot of weight, and she regretted it, and she admitted that she had hurt me.

However, what is the use of harming is already harmed.

Rural areas are sensitive to the word "divorce", and there were basically no divorces in our time. No matter how aggrieved you are and how serious the domestic violence is, there is no divorce. If you file for divorce, you become an outlier.

That night, I couldn't sleep in bed, and I wanted to run to Danjiang and jump and drown. It's painful to live, and you don't have to think about anything when you die.

"If you die, you don't have to think about anything." This thought has been going back and forth in Han Shimei's heart all those years.

Han Shimei will always remember that on a night when Wang Zhongming went to gamble and did not come home, she randomly found a copy of her son's waste homework book and wrote a poem on it:

Five yellow June cotton jacket wearing

I feel cold all over my body

Although the scenery in the world is good

Might as well play in Elysium

This is a very immature little poem, but this is the first poem written by Han Shimei, and she wrote it with a mood of all thoughts.

And whenever the idea of "dying" appears in her mind, she will think of her son and daughter, especially her little daughter who is not yet ten years old, if she dies, no one will treat her daughter as attentively as herself, she wants to let her daughter eat and wear warmth, let her daughter go to school, and let her daughter live a completely different life from her.

Han Shimei was unwilling, but she still had no other choice.

When Han Shimei's daughter was three years old, a person who could look at her door went to her house, and after seeing Han Shimei's photo, he told her that she had three major losses in her life - a loss of studies, a loss of career, a loss of marriage, a few large bags of anger, and a few small basins of tears.

Han Shimei thought, this is fate, she wants to accept it.

However, she came across poetry.

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Poetry, freedom and 20 W

Shimei, get up

Stop being so lazy

Before I woke up

I saw the coolness of the four seasons

The March wind blew into my home

I paid my tenderness to the desert Liaoyuan

Exquisite verses embedded between the eyebrows

Wait for the moon to rise

——Han Shimei's poem "Wake Up"

After writing her first simple poem, Han Shimei began to try to use pen and paper as an outlet for her emotions, and she used pinyin instead. At first, it was written in her son's discarded book, and later, small receipts, brown cardboard boxes, as long as there were blanks, where she could write, were slowly filled with verses.

In the poem, she is no longer a mother or a wife. She did Han Shimei back.

In April 2020, his son helped Han Shimei register an account on the short video platform. The algorithm calculated Han Shimei's preferences and constantly recommended poems written by her netizens. Later, she also tried to upload poems she had written.

Soon, her talent was seen by many people.

When writing poetry, I mainly want to express the depression that has accumulated in my heart for many years, and if I am in a bad mood at that time, I will find a waste book to write.

The more I write, the more I write.

In April 2020, my son said to download a short video platform for me, and there are all kinds of videos. At that time, I saw others write five words and seven words, and I slowly followed along.

I first wrote in someone else's comment area, and I felt that the writing was good, so I copied it, typed it into my account, made it into a work, and couldn't send it.

I had never traveled far before, only 18 years old in our hometown of Hubei. At that time, I had never seen the sea, but I had seen the sea, seen the mountains, and seen the water on other people's videos, so I imagined according to the mountains and waters, and I had to give myself a lot of imagination space when writing, and I could feel standing by the sea when I closed my eyes.

The sea is eerily calm

Throw a stone

Can't afford to splash a wave

The rising sun on the horizon looks up slightly

Gentle as the moon

I kept collecting wisps of the morning sun

Make a hot cup of tea

Hold to the sea

Moisturize his long dried mouth

—An excerpt from Han Shimei's poem "The Sea"

In fact, I really want to turn myself into a person in the text, and I like to stay in the text. There are mountains, water, flowers, trees, love, everything in the text, what you want.

Many people on the Internet encouraged me, saying that I have very strong writing skills, and in my comment area said that I have accumulated good words and how well I write.

But I don't think so, I think what I wrote is slipping around. There aren't too many happy words, and I just have a little energy.

Writing poetry made me feel that I still had some value and meaning in my life, and at the corner of my twilight years, I saw hope.

I am no longer asleep

The waves picked me up

I struggled to get out of the smog

See the warm morning sun

There is no more darkness there

There are only ten thousand rays of light

I saw the dawn

Saw hope

- Han Shimei's poem "Awakening"

■ Photo / Han Shimei signs for readers of the poetry collection

After Han Shimei began to write poetry, Wang Zhongming finally noticed Han Shimei, Wang Zhongming also downloaded a Kuaishou, only paying attention to Han Shimei alone, he watched her write poetry, and also watched her interact with poetry friends and fans, but he didn't understand what Han Shimei was writing.

Slowly, some media came to the door, Han Shimei and strangers at home talking about "writing poetry", "freedom", "love" and other words that Wang Zhongming seemed to understand, he faintly felt uneasy, and from that time on, a sense of crisis surrounded Wang Zhongming.

He didn't want Han Shimei to continue writing poetry, he wanted to take Han Shimei more seriously.

I remember one morning when I was writing a poem at the end of the bed, Wang Zhongming and I sat on either side of the bed, and I said, "I'll read it to you." Living with a tree, I don't know how bitter it is; Living with the wall, I don't know how painful it is. There are no tears to cry, no words to speak."

It's like living with a tree, with a wall, and I don't feel love anymore.

After Wang Zhongming listened, he said, don't write me!

He also couldn't understand what I was writing.

In September 2020, Wang Zhongming began to unplug the network cable at home and cut off the power supply at home, he was afraid that I would chat with the outside world, afraid that I would become popular, and look at me like a prisoner.

When I cooked in the cafeteria, he either came two or three times a day, or called the security guard a few times to ask if I was still at work, as if I were checking my household registration.

I remember one day, two female college students in Xinyang wanted to interview me at home, and as soon as they arrived at my home, they were scolded by Wang Zhongming. I felt so guilty, so helpless.

Then I told Wang Zhongming, "If I want to run, you can't watch it."

While Han Shimei has become more and more fans, Wang Zhongming has more and more control over Han Shimei. For a while, Han Shimei woke up every morning to find that her mobile phone network was turned off, and she knew that Wang Zhongming did it while she was asleep.

But Han Shimei doesn't care, there are always corners in the village that Wang Zhongming can't see, and she can write poetry anywhere.

In those two years, there were activities inviting her to read poetry, Han Shimei got some remuneration through these activities, plus the money she saved from working in the factory, she had some savings, and her life seemed to have more possibilities. She's going to write poetry, she's going to get divorced, she's going to chase her love.

She wants to redeem her freedom with 200,000 yuan.

In April 2021, Wang Zhongming has been controlling me and making trouble, and the more trouble he makes, the more fierce he gets. Both of my children said, "Mom, you divorced him."

I filed for divorce with him, and I said, "I'll give you 200,000 yuan, and we'll divorce." He said 3 million yuan is not enough, I said, "You can't leave, I have to leave you."

That caused a storm, many people in the village knew about it, and many people said that I was crazy about writing poetry.

Divorce in rural areas is still uncustomary, and rural people's ideas are still bound by tradition, and they all want to get by.

But I think that a marriage without love is an invisible shackle, it is not easy for people to come to this world, and they must try to think of all ways to make themselves happy.

Han Shimei's expectation of love was not supported by the people in the village, and her daughter also felt that her mother's imagination was too romantic, and when she asked her daughter if she could find another husband who loved herself, her daughter replied that it was too difficult and would be deceived.

So she had to do it silently herself.

One day, Han Shimei found a lawyer surnamed Zhuang on Weibo, specializing in divorce lawsuits, and after describing her situation to Lawyer Zhuang, Lawyer Zhuang was willing to help her as legal counsel for free.

Through Zhuang's lawyer Han Shimei, I learned that when one party files for divorce and the other party does not agree, the marriage can generally only be dissolved through litigation divorce.

With the help of lawyer Zhuang, Han Shimei's divorce lawsuit was successfully filed on May 9, 2021, and Han Shimei felt very excited and she saw hope.

But at this time, Han Shimei received a text message from her daughter, who told her that she was about to take the college entrance examination, although she did not interfere with her mother's divorce, but hoped that her mother could do this after her college entrance examination and not affect her exam.

This text message brought Han Shimei back to her mother's place, she withdrew the complaint, she still had no choice, she was a victim.

The orange light that had just lit up in the darkness was extinguished by the sense of responsibility as a mother.

I removed my ribs one by one

Be a ladder for children to ascend to heaven

Protecting you in the rain

Lift you up in the waves

Make a stove in winter

Make a mattress topper in summer

If needed

I will give my life to you and to you

——Han Shimei's poem "Confessions of a Mother"

In our rural single-parent family, it is difficult to find a daughter-in-law, and I take this into account. I think I will forget about my own grievances, I have passed most of my life, and I am full of gray hair.

After the divorce lawsuit is withdrawn, there will be various things in the future, and there will be tears, which cannot be expressed in words. Drink your own bitter wine.

There is a knot in the heart, and everything else is fine.

And I can still write poetry, although my body is trapped at home, but the soul is free, I can imagine beautiful love, imagine a perfect life, imagine a free life.

I sink the day into the night

Did you see that

I stood on the tip of a knife and danced

The blood kept spreading

Stained the road of the hometown red

I stand at the crossroads and beckon to you

If the breeze passes me

I see it as your gentle greeting

Did you see that

I'm still standing on the tip of the knife dancing for you

——Han Shimei's poem "Dancing on the tip of a knife"

■ Photo / Han Shimei and her field

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The poetry collection "The Waves Hold Me" is Han Shimei's blossoming work. She is not Mr. Shusai. Her inspiration comes when the hoe is wielded, and her poetry is deeply rooted in the dirt that has long been alien to the intellectual class, with the fragrance of the earth and the power of raging folk narratives. This book of poems is sincere, simple, and pure, perhaps what a "contemporary book of poetry" should look like.

- The cover image is from Narrator

Staff

Narrator: Han Shimei

Producer | Zhao Zhenyi