"I am smothered by the aroma, trapped in this enthusiasm" "Transparent eyes, on the street, looking for his sweetheart" ..... On Chunjiang Road, Zhuji, Shaoxing, Zhejiang Province, 47-year-old Zhao is in the circle of friends, using One after another, romantic poems endow the fruit you sell with warm or smart emotions, and by the way, realize your poetry dream.

　　Lao Zhao, who only has a junior high school education, has never studied poetry or rhythm. His interest in writing poetry comes from childhood.

To this day, he still clearly remembers the first poem he wrote for the adobe walls of the classroom when he was in elementary school.

　　"When I was young, my grades were very good. In the fourth grade of elementary school, my father passed away. Because of my family conditions, I went to work part-time after finishing the third year of junior high school." Lao Zhao still had red eyes when he mentioned this experience, "Later I secretly bought high school Chinese. The textbook, I groped and read it. But in order to make a living, I kept running around, and the hobby of writing was put on hold. "

　　In 2001, Lao Zhao came to Shaoxing from his hometown of Henan to make a living. He worked as a small laborer and ran across street stalls.

It was not until 2007 that he and his wife opened "Lao Zhao Fruit", and their life gradually stabilized.

In 2016, Lao Zhao inadvertently turned to the notes he wrote more than 20 years ago, rekindling his desire and enthusiasm to write.

　　Every night, after the fruit shop was closed and locked, Lao Zhao would stay in the shop by himself for an hour.

"As soon as the door closes, I have my own world." At night, Lao Zhao stringed the chaotic thoughts and inspirations of the day into strings and arranged them into small poems.

And more often, when inspiration comes suddenly and in small pieces, he waits for a red light, or sends customers away, writes down a few key words on paper, waits for a while, and then string the words into poems.

　　"A tree-lined road leads to the urban and rural areas. You are a solid look, you are a loud yearning..." This poem, titled "Avenue of Trees", took Lao Zhao 20 minutes to rush by the roadside.

"On the 2nd day, I went to collect watermelons. I drove past a tree-lined road. The melon shed and rice fields, the city and the countryside, were at both ends of the road. I stopped quickly and tore a piece of paper to write." The standing items in Zhao's pocket and car.

　　In this way, within 6 years, Lao Zhao wrote more than 300 poems and more than 300 essays.

And he himself prefers to call this tentative writing: nonsense.

He regards poetry as a friend. Whenever he is free, he chats and talks with this friend. At such moments, he can always forget the trivialities and troubles of life and find peace of mind.

　　"I will definitely continue to write." Lao Zhao has a simple wish, "I hope that one day, these scattered pieces of paper can be sorted out."

　　"I sell fruit, and I also write poetry. Both fruit and poetry are my children." One propped up Lao Zhao's life, and the other burned his heart.

　　(Headquarters reporter Li Xinman Li Xiaoxiao Shaoxing News and Media Center)