At that time, the branch words could not be called poems, just some words I liked. I am so happy when those distorted words are written all over the book. When I showed my teacher diary poems, he left me a message: You are a lovely little girl, and everything in your life has become a poem. This simple sentence moved me very much. It is enough for a person to be praised as cute. I believe that such loveliness will accompany me all my life, and it does.
For me, I am complete, quiet and happy only when I write poetry. In fact, I have never been a quiet person. I am not reconciled to this fate, nor can I bear it. But all my struggles have failed, and I will curse the street and scold my mother. Of course, I am a peasant woman myself, and there is no reason to get rid of her inferiority completely. But I never thought that poetry would become a weapon. Even if it is, I won't use it, because I love it too much, because I can't bear it. Even if there is no clean place polluted by this society, I am clean again when I return to poetry. Poetry has been washing me and pitying me.
I never thought about what poetry should be written and how to write it. When I am anxious about my personal life, I don't care about my country and mankind. When I wrote these contents at some time, they must have touched me, warmed me, or made me really sad and worried. If a person lives well, it means that society itself is good, and vice versa. As a person with obvious disability, my social tolerance reflects the soundness of society. So I think as long as I live seriously, my poetry will have a serious luster.
I've said too much at this age. But poetry has always been with me. When I miss it, it won't refuse me.
What is poetry? I don't know, I can't say, but my mood is jumping or diving. However, when the mind calls, it comes naked, but it acts as a crutch when a person staggers in a rickety world.