In 1979, a year when poetry was all over the country, there was an opportunity for my cousin to take me to the home of the poet [Weishui] in Baoji, and when I walked in a small building in an old community, I actually felt like going to heaven! I sat in that small house on the second floor, which was so messy, ordinary, and a worker's family! His poems were already the best in Shaanxi! I was pinched away by poetry, and I didn't know the poverty I lived in, the shattering of my family, and even the bleakness of my future!

I

1979, whe

poet

y sp

ead all ove

the cou

t

y, the

e was a

oppo

tu

ity. My cousi

took me to the home of Wei Shui, a poet i

Baoji, a

d walked i

a **all buildi

g i

a

old commu

ity, a

d I felt like goi

g to heave

! I sat i

that **all house o

the seco

d floo

, which was so messy, o

di

a

y a

d a wo

ke

's family! His poems a

e al

eady the best i

Shaa

xi! I'm lost by poet

y. I do

't k

ow the pove

ty of my life, the b

oke

of my family, o

eve

the u

ce

tai

futu

e of myself!

Back to the cultural station, plunged into the ocean of poetry, a swim, three years, earned three yuan, three years later, from the test!

My first poem, "Dreams"

It's like a dream

Early morning to the river

The red river bank is a round stone spring, and I scoop up the spring water full of donkey dung

I drink half of it, and the donkey drinks half of it.

It's like a dream

Flapjacks at noon

I made it from golden yellow rice burned from dead trees on the Loess Plateau

I eat half and the rat half

It's like a dream

Ice kang at night

Poems full of dreams, madness in English, sadness in diaries

I sleep half and half the book

It's like a dream

The college entrance examination in my dreams

There is a cave of Yan'an University, and there is a white plaster statue of the Academy of Fine Arts

Failure is hell, success is heaven.

Go back to the cultu

al statio

, plu

ge i

to the sea of poet

y, visit fo

th

ee yea

s, a

d ea

th

ee yua

. Afte

th

ee yea

s, you will take the exam! My fi

st poem, "D

eam" Like a d

eam Go to the

ive

i

the mo

i

g Red

ive

ba

k,

ou

d sto

e sp

i

g, I scooped up the sp

i

g full of do

key du

g I d

i

k half a

d do

keys d

i

k half. Like a d

eam Noo

pa

cakes I made it f

om golde

yellow

ice bu

ed by dead t

ees i

the Loess Plateau I eat half a

d the mouse half Like a d

eam Ice ka

g at

ight Poet

y full of d

eams, mad

ess i

E

glish, sad

ess i

dia

y. I sleep half a

d I sleep half. Like a d

eam College e

t

a

ce exami

atio

i

d

eams The

e a

e caves i

Ya

'a

U

ive

sity a

d white plaste

statues i

the Academy of Fi

e A

ts Failu

e is hell, a

d success is heave

.

It's not necessarily a good poem, it's really a portrayal of my real life at that time. Poetry is a combination of a high degree of emotion and refined language. It is the highest manifestation of a person's practice. Three years later, I handed over all my poetry collections to the beautiful poet of Yan'an Cultural Center, her poems are famous all over the country, her beauty is temperament, and she is very noble! In front of her, I dare not breathe boldly, and quietly listen to her point out the shortcomings of my poems to me, there is only one poem, which is liked by her, and she said, send a poem of yours in [Yan'an Literature and Art]. I'm ecstatic!

It's

ot

ecessa

ily a good poem, but a po

t

ayal of my

eal life at that time. Poet

y is a high deg

ee of emotio

combi

ed with

efi

ed la

guage. It is the highest exp

essio

of pe

so

al p

actice. Th

ee yea

s late

, I gave all my poems to the beautiful poets i

Ya

'a

Cultu

al Ce

te

. He

poems a

e famous all ove

the cou

t

y, a

d he

beauty is tempe

ame

t, which is ext

emely

oble! I

f

o

t of he

, I did

't da

e to b

eathe boldly, a

d liste

ed quietly to he

poi

t out the sho

tcomi

gs of my poems. The

e was o

ly o

e poem that she liked. She said, "Se

d o

e of you

poems i

Ya

'a

Lite

atu

e a

d A

t". I'm ecstatic!

That poem is [Autumn]

All roads lead to fields and granaries

Golden yellow rice

Purple buckwheat flowers

The white girl's skirt flutters with joy

All the faces are smiling

Red and black

The sun's face is also smiling

Listen, laughter is the creak of a cart in a wheat field

Autumn delights

Through the white flowers of dandelions

Through the aroma of wine in the night punch

Through the full granary, the happiest light of the year shines

That poem is "autum

" All

oads lead to fields a

d g

a

a

ies Golde

yellow

ice Pu

ple buckwheat flowe

s The white gi

l's ski

t exudes happi

ess All the faces a

e laughi

g Red a

d black The su

's face is **ili

g, too Liste

, laughte

is the squeak of a ca

i

a wheat field The joy of autum

Th

ough the white flowe

s of da

delio

Th

ough the wi

e **ell of buildi

g fists at

ight, Emit the happiest light of the yea

th

ough the full g

a

a

y

Say goodbye to poetry, I have to face the reality, the English Department of Kaoyan University lost 26 points, went to Yan'an, I heard that the first art school was enrolled, I bought 20 catties of buckwheat hazelnuts in the countryside, the kind that can be made of cold powder, sent to the director of the Cultural Bureau, don't want it directly, but my sincerity moved the director, I can go to study! Farewell to Zhidan, farewell to poetry! I'm going to sprint for Kao'an Academy of Fine Arts! The reality is cruel, I only have the level of the fourth grade of primary school, and my art is zero! The age of 25 is the deadline for the Academy of Fine Arts, and I was 23 years old that year! I only have two years to go, and I have to skip the junior high school liberal arts books, I want to cross the high school liberal arts books, and more importantly, I want to cross the art college entrance examination! Can I succeed? It sounds like this is going to challenge the impossible!

Without poet

y, I had to face the

eality. I failed i

the E

glish Depa

tme

t of Ya

'a

U

ive

sity by 26 poi

ts. I we

t to Ya

'a

. I hea

d that the fi

st a

t school e

olled stude

ts. I bought 20 kg of buckwheat hazel

uts i

the cou

t

yside, which ca

be used as bea

jelly. I se

t them to the di

ecto

of the Cultu

al Bu

eau, but I did

't wa

t them di

ectly. My si

ce

ity moved the di

ecto

, so I ca

go to study! Fa

ewell to Zhida

, fa

ewell to poet

y! I'm goi

g to sp

i

t fo

Xi 'a

Academy of Fi

e A

ts! The

eality is c

uel, I o

ly have the level of G

ade 4 i

p

ima

y school, a

d my a

t is ze

o! Twe

ty-five is the deadli

e fo

e

te

i

g the Academy of Fi

e A

ts. That yea

, I was 23 yea

s old! O

ly two yea

s, I wa

t to c

oss the ju

io

high school libe

al a

ts books, I wa

t to c

oss the se

io

high school libe

al a

ts books, a

d mo

e impo

ta

tly, I wa

t to c

oss the a

t college e

t

a

ce exami

atio

! Ca

I succeed? It sou

ds like a challe

ge to the impossible!