Once picking up waste, setting up stalls, and now taking bikes to deliver food, Wang Jibing has written more than 3,000 poems for decades
He chases poetry and distance on the way to the meal
Our reporter Wang Guangyan
"Get out the wind from the air/ Get the knife out of the wind/ Get the fire out of the bone/ Get out the water from the fire/ Get out of the water from the fire/There is no season for people in a hurry/ Only one stop and the next stop..." "The Man of Time" writes about the mood of takeaway riders running around to deliver meals, which has also touched the hearts of many readers. The author of this poem, Wang Jibing, is a 51-year-old takeaway delivery person. Recently, Wang Jibing's poetry has attracted attention on the Internet. People have discovered another side of this takeaway uncle-he has done more than ten occupations over the years, wrote more than 3,000 poems, and more than 40 were published in provincial journals. . The poem recorded his sweet and bitter experience, and also brought hope to his life.
Write poems for creative delivery
The interview with Wang Jibing was at noon, which was the dividing line between his two jobs every day. Wang Jibing opened a small shop, opened the shop door in the morning, counted the goods, changed clothes at noon, became a hungry blue rider, and sometimes delivered meals until late at night. On average, Wang Jibing will send two or thirty orders every day, increasing income by more than 5,000 yuan in one month.
On July 6, it rained heavily in Kunshan, Jiangsu. On the road covered with water, Wang Jibing rode a car to take away food and splashed water around him. During the meal delivery during the rainstorm, Wang Jibing observed that some riders who were too late to wear the raincoat were wet by the rain, the clothes were attached to the body, and the ribs were clearly visible. These small details in life touch his heart from time to time, creating inspiration for writing poetry. While waiting for the meal, he jotted down a few keywords on his mobile phone, leaving it to sort out his thoughts the next morning and organize the flashing sparks into poetry.
Every day running on the road, sweat, wind, frost, rain and snow are indispensable, but in Wang Jibing's eyes, delivering food is not a very hard thing. "This is a relatively free job. I sometimes want to go further and take orders with a distance of more than 20 kilometers. Going around and turning around is like a self-driving tour." On the delivery road, Wang Jibing's thoughts are elegant, and the roadside The sight is his source of inspiration. "For example, seeing a waterfowl take off on the water brings a ripple, it can inspire a lot of associations."
In his poems, the migrant workers climbing on the scaffold "like a basket of spring silkworms crawling on the grass fence"; the father who came to see him from the countryside was helpless standing downstairs, like "a drop of ink on the multicolored canvas" could not be found Where to land. His poems include the life of the grassroots workers, family ties, and perceptions of social phenomena.
Wang Jibing brought books with him, read books during takeaways, and browsed poetry-related forums on his mobile phone. As his "time rusher", Wang Jibing also slowed down. "Sometimes a poem takes shape in my mind. When I want to write it down, I stop taking orders and write down what I think of. "
Early life to work hard to prepare for hardships
In 1969, Wang Jibing was born in a peasant family in Xuzhou, Jiangsu. He who is interested in literature often buys books at book stalls. In his early 20s, he wrote a miniature novel reflecting the daily life of rural areas in northern Jiangsu, which was published in the "Hundred Garden" magazine in Zhengzhou.
Because of his obsession with writing, the young Wang Jibing had conflicts with his father. "In 1992, I conceived and wrote a long novel, and I was fascinated by it. I closed myself in a hut in the field and wrote. I didn't come out to do farm work for several months." The father took advantage of his son's opportunity to get out of the hut and ventilate. Burning the manuscript, Wang Jibing had not communicated with his father for two months.
But as time passed, Wang Jibing understood his father. "He was very anxious at that time and worried that my spirit was not in trouble. My father is a very traditional Chinese father who is not good at speaking but loves children. His starting point is for children." The death of his father two years ago, It became the wound that Wang Jibing would never touch. Wang Jibing wrote "Thinking" to commemorate him: "Eyebrows are a bit like, eyes are a bit like a nose, mouth is also a bit like, they are not very similar/I watched myself carefully/I want to call my father out of the mirror/I want him to get up, go home with me."
Over the years, Wang Jibing left the country to work, collected scrap, worked as a fitter, built adobe, and wholesale fruit. Later he opened a shop and gradually took root in the city. The sweet, sour, and bitter work of these years has given Wang Jibing's poems a heavy background. "Without these experiences, the written poems are floating, not close to life."
Dream-chasing poetry is hope and ideal
Wang Jibing's pen name is "scavenging waste", he said that this name is related to his experience of scavenging waste, but also pinned on his ideals, "When I was a kid, I picked up wheat ears with my mother, and now I hope to pick up the text, feed the spirit, and make it no longer hungry. ."
For Wang Jibing, writing poetry is a part of life. When I feel bored, I want to write some words. After buying a computer in 2009, he began to write poems in cyberspace. He initially imitated the writing techniques of poets such as Wang Guozhen. He didn't understand the tension of language, the blankness of writing, and wrote like a smooth talk. In his writing day after day, Wang Jibing gradually found his own style and won many awards for poetry. At the beginning, his wife who opposed his writing of poetry also changed her attitude.
In 2018, Wang Jibing was recruited as a member of the Xuzhou Writers Association in Jiangsu Province. Although writing poetry did not bring much income to Wang Jibing, he enjoyed the joy and hope that poetry brought to life. He also has a dream to produce a collection of his own poems. "I will always keep my dream in my heart and keep writing down."