In 14 years, he created more than 3,000 poems, and takeaway riders will publish the first collection of poems in life

"The order is about to overtime after 5 minutes." With the system's prompt sound, the 53 -year -old Wang Jibing stopped, run, and went upstairs. He panting the doorbell panting and handed the takeaway to the hand extended in the gap.

At the moment of closing the door, inspiration flashed in his mind. He excitedly took out the paper notes, and another poem was born.

In the past 4 years, he created when he was delivered to takeaway. With a high -speed battery car flipping, his mind was inspired by the gap between the meals of the merchants, the moment when the customer closed, and the road to the distance at midnight.

In late July, Wang Jibing became popular as the work "The People in Hacquent" came out. Netizens commented that his work was deeply written, and he was the "song of workers."

The other side of praise is the first half of his life that he was repeated by life.

After experiencing dropouts, poverty, and misunderstanding, he described himself as a nail that was re -taken. "Sometimes life will be deformed. I have been tapped and I take myself straight."

Wang Jibing at work. Photo/Interviewee provided

【1】 People who are in a hurry

At 5:30 in the morning, the mobile phone alarm sounded on time. Wang Jibing woke up, washed, and went out. The city has not been awakened and there are no pedestrians on the road, but he wants to rush to his own store to open the door to welcome the first batch of students attending school.

Near noon, his wife came to the store to change shifts. He lost two bottles of mineral water in the shipping box, then turned on the system, rode on a battery car, and started picking up the order.

Kunshan's summer temperature is close to 40 degrees, but Wang Jibing is used to it. He can't miss the noon peak. "This is the most important time when running takeaway."

There are many takeaway riders similar to him. Because they are exposed to outdoor all year round, they usually have dark skin. If you look closely, you can find large or small scars on some people. This may be a rainy day, the battery car slipped.

On July 20, Wang Jibing's poem "The People in Hacquent" was shared by the media person Chen Chaohua to Weibo, causing attention. Netizens commented that his works were deeply written, "the song of workers."

The sudden popularity made him a little panic. He feels that his poems are not deep, but just a record of life phenomena. "I am a person who cannot be ordinary, and there is a hobby that can no longer be ordinary."

"Ordinary" Wang Jibing has been writing poetry since 2008. According to incomplete statistics, he created more than 3,000 poems. The time and place of writing poetry are not fixed, and the moment the customer closes the door, it is also on the way to galloping meals. When the inspiration flashed, he left a message on the WeChat file transfer assistant to himself, and then sorted into a poem when he was free.

The most excited thing for Wang Jibing was the distance from the suburbs at night. He enjoys the process of continuously accelerating the vehicle when driving long distances. "The sense of freedom it gives you is just like a bird's wings." He will choose a dark road, "At this time, every one of you will The sound is shocking. I feel that the whole world is yours. There is a huge and small hedge. "

But leisurely is only a few. Most of the time, the rider and the racing of time, starting from the moment the order is receiving, "People who are in a hurry" records his anxiety.

"Kiss the wind from the air/drive out the knife from the wind/drive out of the fire from the bone/from the fire/the person who is out of the fire without the four seasons/only one stop and the next stop/the world is a place name/king Zhuangcun is also/every day I can encounter/one by one, a rushing outdoor/hitting the earth with both feet/constantly quenching in this world "

The prototype of this poem was born in an order to leave the wrong address. At that time, he was going to the 6th floor of an old community without an elevator. For the first time, the customer left the wrong building number. The second time, the unit number was wrong. When he finally knocked on the door, he heard the number of customers who had a face and covered his face: "How did you send takeaway?"

In this order, he climbed up to 18 floors up and down. I could have easily completed the three orders on my hand.

The most extreme, Wang Jibing said that he was even threatened by life. A female customer filled the address to his ex -boyfriend's house. Wang Jibing was drunk by a male customer as an object of vent. "He caught my neckline and almost carried me around in their room. I felt that it was about to suffocate It's. "

Wang Jibing decided to forbearance. He was afraid of the customer's complaint, because the platform would be fined, and 50 yuan at a time, "It is equivalent to half a day's salary." He rarely appeals for himself because the platform requires to return to relevant places to take photos with watermarks. At this time, I can complete the other single quantity and make up for this loss. "What's more, the success rate of the appeal is often less than 50 %.

In his opinion, accidents, fines, and complaints are the risks that need to be assumed as a rider. "Since you have brought this bowl of rice, there are sand in it, you also have to eat it, you also eat it, you can eat it, you can eat it, you can eat it. That's OK. "

In 2021, Wang Jibing took a group photo. Photo/Interviewee provided

[2] A nail that is re -straight

For the profession of riding, Wang Jibing always holds a gratitude, "It makes you very hard, but you can feed your family and feed yourself."

This is related to his bumpy experience. "My life has been touched different walls, and sometimes it will be deformed." He said that he was a nail that was repeatedly beaten by life, and he took himself straight after being bent.

He comes from an extremely poor village in northern Jiangsu. Here, reading is the only shortcut to get rid of poverty. He was also struggling to study, and the award he took at school was once full of his hometown of the soil wall. In his once ideas, he would be admitted to high school and university, and became the "golden phoenix" flying out of the village. The turning point occurred in the second day of the second day. In order to improve Wang Jibing's physique, his father sent him to martial arts, hoping that he could have both civil and military. After the formal class, Wang Jibing discovered that there was no cultural class in martial arts. At that time, the communication was backward. When his letter was sent to the house, his father rushed over and it had passed 20 days.

The martial arts school was unwilling to give up the source of the student, and he also missed the start time of middle school. He compromised, "At that time, I thought, I would learn martial arts well. At that time, I could be a coach or something."

But the second beating of life soon came. In the second year of the martial arts school, it was difficult to make money at home. When I went home on the annual leave, my father showed his cards with him: I had no money at home, and the school could not go.

"I suddenly dropped out of school." Now, when I think about it, Wang Jibing couldn't help but feel "creating people."

After dropping out of school, he went to Shenyang and worked as a small work in the architecture team. He is the youngest in the team, 19 years old. The daily work is simple, "It is the endless wood, there is still that pile after carrying this pile, and the car is carried after this car."

He has imagined two futures -admitted to college or a martial arts coach. They are decent and stable. When all this is empty, he tries to convince himself and live like an ordinary person.

His reference is an ordinary worker on the construction site. The construction site pays attention to teachers, and ordinary workers usually learn with a master. "But then you will find that normal life is also difficult, you will find that you can't do an ordinary person."

There are no masters like Wang Jibing. They do the most basic and stupid physical work. "You are a state of being abandoned on one side. You can only wait for others to call you. You have to support your ears. He shouted in a way. You have to use the shortest time to put him in the shortest time. Give him the square. "

In the evening, the workers were lying on the shop of Chase, shared the gossip near the village, and hit the poker. Whenever at this time, he covered his head with a quilt, pretending to fall asleep. Repeated boring life made him unsatisfactory, and he often thought: Isn't this in my life?

After more than a month of decadence, he found an emotional exit for himself -reading. Every night when it rained, the workers went to the park to take a walk, and he read a book in the nearby old book stall. Two hours of reading every day, Wang Jibing looked at a candle in the night. "It is the only thing that can bring you light. I feel that every day's hope and hope is there."

But two hours were not enough to read a book, and the next day, the book has been sold. He felt itching.

On a rainy day, he couldn't go out. He remembered the ending in the book. He simply found the paper and pen and wrote down the plot in the memory. Over time, reading and writing have become a way to solve emotions. "I am in a good mood, and I will give him a very good ending. If you feel bad, you will be very miserable to him."

【3】 Half -section round bead pen

Wang Jibing's inner bag has a pen in the bag. The night after the work, the gap between the sand, and the inspiration came, he could write anytime, anywhere.

Once, he took off the newly bought black and white striped shirt, regarded the black line as the horizontal line of the paper, and wrote a dense sentence.

In 1990, his father did the work of fishing, and Wang Jibing returned to his hometown for help. The stable and regular life of his hometown provides him with independent creation conditions.

In 1991, his first micro -novel was hired, and the editor Yang Xiaomin wrote to him: Written well, you must persist, very hopeful. The taciturn parents laughed. When I met the neighbors of the neighborhood, I couldn't help but show off. "Just like I was admitted to the university, they thought I was going to be out of place."

However, Wang Jibing hadn't seen the published work before, and he went to the door first. It turned out that this was a documentary novel written according to the surrounding environment. The sample magazine was sent to the health center in the village. Some villagers found that they were regarded as a novel prototype, and they asked with anger to ask, and he knew that the article was published.

After more than ten works published, he began to create his first novel. In order not to be disturbed, he hid in the hut in the peach forest outside the sand. The peach trees bloomed, and the result became withered branches. Wang Jibing wrote day by day.

When it was even more crazy, in order to experience the mood of the protagonist's mourning, he put on a white clothes, but was scolded by an elder. "She said that I was a big deal." Famous and crazy. "

More and more negative evaluations have flooded home. His father was completely angry. While Wang Jibing went to fish, he disassembled the hut and burned the manuscript. The manuscript of the three editions and 200,000 words became a pile of ashes.

The moment I realized that the manuscript was burned, Wang Jibing felt that everything was ashamed. "I feel that the spiritual house I built myself has collapsed, and the whole world is dark."

He and his father had been in the cold war for more than two months until he was about to set up his own home. Realizing the pressure of his father, and for the harmony of the family, he apologized to his father and promised to be responsible for the family and no longer writing.

He did "settle" for several months. Until 1993, he and his wife went to work in Xinjiang. After escaping his father's "monitoring", he couldn't help but start creating after work.

Wife does not understand. "Men shouldn't be rough and big, a little sturdy?" In the beginning, she just performed unhappy. Over time, he felt more and more objections from his wife. "She found that I was writing things, and she would put the bowl‘ 哐 ”on the table, and sometimes throwing the iron basin on the ground."

He was guilty to his wife. Life is too poor, there is nothing at home. "The separation was divided into 80 pounds of wheat, and it still borrowed someone else's house and moved out."

Thinking of his wife's forbearance, he compromised. He completely regarded writing as an inner thing. Only when his wife was not around, would he dare to write a few words secretly.

The ball -beaded pen was intercepted as the length of his fingers and hid in the deepest pocket. This was his last spiritual sustenance. "At that time, I took things with it, I was afraid to accidentally pull this pen out of my pocket."

He wrote inspiration on the waste paper because "you can throw it away after writing." Even if he went to work alone in Shandong later, Wang Jibing did not dare to retain any manuscripts. He wrote a poem, pages 26, and wrote for three days. On the day of completion, he threw it into the stove and burned a fire.

Concealing his wife to continue writing, let him always have a sense of guilt. Even if they came to Kunshan, opened a shop and bought a house, life gradually settled, and he never knew how to speak frankly.

Until 2019, he won the "Golden Writing Award" of the Weishi Contest. He bought a coat for his wife with all the bonuses. Seeing his wife picking up the gift happily, he exhaled, "You can share what he likes with the closest people. She will be proud and happy for me, and it is also a very happy thing for me."

In 1993, Wang Jibing took a photo with his wife. Photo/Interviewee provided

【4】 Ponds, rivers and sea

On July 25, Wang Jibing thanked the teacher and friend on Weibo. He wrote: If I lower my head, it must not be because of the fruit, but because I feel guilty ...

After becoming popular, this dark -skinned man is always afraid of disappointing love. His positioning for himself is always an ordinary person with ordinary hobbies. "Anyone, if you like one thing, and you have done it for decades for this matter, you will have achievements, but I am lucky and encounter a good opportunity."

He described his poetry as "growing a hundred meals on the Internet."

In 2008, he had just learned to save his work through QQ logs. A fellow familiar to poetry accidentally saw his diary and took the initiative to teach him sentences and write poems. With the help of the villagers, he successively published his poems on the forum. He called everyone who responded to the "master" of the post. Thank you for your comments and guidance one by one.

In 2017, after poetry gradually matured, he resumed submission. As the work began to appear at home and abroad, he also joined the Jiangsu Writers Association under the recommendation of his predecessors. In August of this year, his poems were displayed at Suzhou's "One Painting, One Poetry Double Connection". In the preheating tweet, his identity was "artist picking up".

In the work "Laohua Eyes", he wrote:

You take the old flower glasses/repeatedly picking and putting on the movement/like the tears in the corners of the eyes/... on the ground, too many rivers/once worked so much/I finally did not reach the sea/my pond. /I often use fish and shrimp as the interface, and I still owe my hometown/I owe it.

This poem born at a poet party was hidden with the gratitude of Wang Jibing for his predecessors. "I can be invited by them, I am grateful, and seeing them repeatedly sorting out the glasses, I think, if I do their movements, I must wipe off the tears of the joy of joy moved by them. ","

He compared these predecessors who cited him to rivers and compared himself to ponds. "The river is going to the sea, but if the river is rushing towards the pond, they are constantly cultivating me. Running towards the sea. "

The pond is the pond in front of the house. The glasses of the predecessors also hidden his regrets. He always knew that his destiny trajectory was different from the predecessors present. "Since he is a pond, it has lost a lot of opportunities to run."

Deep in his heart, Wang Jibing still envy these "cultural" seniors. If he can come back, he still wants to continue his studies and become a "golden phoenix" that makes his parents proud. But he also believes that he has shaped the current three -dimensional. "The other side of pain may be hope or happiness, depending on what you think of it."

In the days when he did not send takeaway and does not write poems, he is still an ordinary little boss, full of words such as purchases, tiles, accounting, profit and loss and other words. The news of popularity spreads in my hometown like the news published by the novel. The villagers praised him for "ability."

On August 15, the publisher finalized the first draft of the collection of poems. Before the Spring Festival this year, he will publish his first collection of poems in his life.

After all, the pond remitted into the river and rushed to the sea.

(Source: Jiupai journalist Chen Dongyan)

【Edit: Wang Yujin】

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