Text | Gao Qiuping Huang Zhichong
The ordinariness of man lies in,
Thrown into the sea,
Everyone is a drop in the bucket;
The extraordinary nature of human beings lies in,
On every millet,
There are stories that outsiders can't guess.
Today, let's take a look at the story of the peasant poet.
Wang Xiaomao, who speaks loudly, is a typical rural woman and a poet.
The loofah she planted at the gate of a grain of fasting only bloomed but did not bear fruit, which she said was affected by the street lamps at night.
In fact, she is a regular visitor of a drop of fast, but every time she comes, she is the same as the first time, looking in a circle, pointing to a stone and asking, Mr. Huang, is this plastic? One moment pointed to the irrelevant girl in the photo and asked, Teacher Huang, is this your daughter? I was often asked these nonsensical questions by her to doubt my life.
However, in a big circle, her last question is generally Mr. Huang, can you borrow me this book.
Yes, she is smart. Because she didn't want to be interviewed, she was always trying to find a way to transfer the interviewee during small talk. "Then Mr. Huang, when did you start writing?" She said that you should keep a low profile as a person, otherwise you will offend people.
Yes, she is very low-key. When talking about her status as a member of the Zhejiang Writers Association and the China Poetry Society, she was a little shy, her volume was several decibels less, and she even stuttered a little.
"Rural people seem to have an inferiority complex," she said. But her poems are all about the land under her feet, the scenery of the village,
I'd like to know where her poetry comes from? But she never said who her favorite poet was, "I like them all, I like them all, more than a thousand people in my WeChat circle of friends, I know that I was scolded to death by them when I say it", because among these more than 1,000 people, there may be most of the figures in the Chinese poetry circle. "Yu Xiuhua also sent me a book, which I first met on the Sina blog, when she was not popular."
Yes, she is edgy. In 2008, when the Internet was developing rapidly, she was still a female worker in a zipper factory, and with her curiosity about new things, she had begun to surf the Internet. "I felt that if I didn't go online, I would go to an Internet café." Wang Xiaomao said.
As the first generation of "Internet addict" youth, it didn't take long for her to spend 2,000 yuan to buy her first computer, which was also the only one in the village. "It was boring at the time, what to do every night, just go to the blog..."
At that time, a group of well-known domestic writers such as Yu Qiuyu and Feng Jicai would publish their works on their Sina blogs and compete with grassroots blogs, so "wild lily" Wang Xiaomao also ushered in her own "literary spring" and wrote her first poem in life:
Yes, she's wonderful. "I seem to have a love of poetry when I was very young, and I was interested in that literature..." she said that when she wore open pants, others liked to play, and she liked to lie quietly on the table and listen to her grandfather talk about the four famous books;
When I went to school, when it came to the exam, although she only scored a dozen points in mathematics, she could always get a full score in Chinese, "(the elder) gave you some money, (others) went to the street to buy something to eat, I would go to the newsstand to see, if a magazine can't be bought, I just buy a newspaper, if the money is not enough, I just buy a newspaper." ”
When she went to work and paid her salary, she wanted to buy books, and sometimes, when she was at work, she secretly wrote poems, "Others couldn't hear what they said, but then the boss found out, and he asked me what about you writing it?" ”
Yes, she is contradictory. As a young man, he was obsessed with writing poetry and published several poetry books. "I used to think about publishing, and after publishing, I took a photo and posted a blog, just like now I post a circle of friends, waiting for others to like it, and I feel very powerful. But now that you think about it, what about publishing? ”
For a while, the family was very busy building a house, and she thought that she would take advantage of this opportunity to stop writing and not reading, but she quickly broke the work. "Once you like writing an article, it seems that you can't quit. I used to think about not reading, but now I still want to read when I have time."
But at present, her biggest contradiction is that sitting in the office and editing the manuscript is good, but what should I do if the chickens at home are not cared for when it rains?
So she became her own poem,
Yes, she is hardworking. The industriousness of the body and mind is as high, and during the day, she cultivates the plot of land in front of her house, and in addition to the greens, corn, and rice that are the same as other people's homes, she also planted a large field of half-human-tall anchovy flowers, cockroaches, spring flowers, and roses;
At night, she began to cultivate the self-reserved land in her heart, where there was an ordinary person's ups and downs and the exploration and longing for another life path, a new era, the awakening of a person.
I think that everyone has a "Wang Xiaomao" in their hearts, and after experiencing most of their lives of confusion and dilemma, life will not usher in a real exit, but will only maintain a delicate balance on this seesaw that is tilted at any time.
Her current life is already more meaningful than most people, and may her "self-reserved land" be prosperous in the coming year.
【From Yomika】
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