A man and a dog, looking for a blue brick and rubble, leaning against the wall and sleeping.
Spread a piece of blue cotton cloth, put your own original poetry collection, and a small stall was set up.
Lazily basking in the sun for half a day, tired of seeing the clouds in this half of the sky, he cleaned up the stall, moved a place, and then sold poetry books.
This is a post-00s girl who was photographed on the streets of Dali a few months ago.
Young, lazy, with crooked eyebrows when he laughs.
There is no fixed place for small stalls, and poetry collections are sold at will, focusing on a Buddhist system.
* After it spread on the Internet, it was quickly watched by netizens, with as many as 2 million views.
Everyone called her a "wandering poet" and said that she was like a free and romantic Sanmao.
Seeing the evaluation, she just smiled and didn't speak.
Her casualness, like an outlier in a hurried world, attracted the attention of passers-by.
People are curious about the identity of this girl, and feel that the child who can have such a sense of relaxation is either the daughter of a wealthy family who comes out to experience life, or deliberately puts on a show to attract traffic.
The so-called "original poetry collection" is just some itchy car talk, so I ran to buy it, but was stung by the loneliness and paranoia between the words.
She writes "Rumors":
They look down on my beauty.
Hate the courage I have and they lack.
So they hit my shell with rumors."
10,000 people once sent me 10,000 arrows.
I didn't die, the arrow melted into my blood.
My courage, my beauty, my freedom.
All pierced by these arrows.
And then, no one can prick me with words anymore".
She wrote "The Man in the Mirror":
You should understand that life is a journey of toil.
Old wounds, let it scab over, don't tear it open again".
Someone remembers you, and you are always meaningful.
You live well, promise me".
She is beautiful and happy, but her pen is smoky, muddy and sandy, and there is obvious blood stain between the words.
Everyone became more and more curious about her, and it was not until a blogger personally visited her that people could understand the story behind the girl's "lying flat".
It took her 21 years to make the trek here.
Write yourself down for others to read.
Her name is Kang Shaohua, 21 years old, and she was born in a remote mountain village in Linxia, Gansu Province.
The prejudice and conservative ideas carved into the bones have forced the girls to be molded into "hidden people".
Don't go out on the streets, don't walk around, and it's better not to go to school.
From childhood to adulthood, Kang Shaohua heard the most sentence:
Listen to your parents before you get married and work hard; After getting married, listen to your husband and keep your duty. ”
Like most girls, Kang was forced to drop out of primary school in the fifth grade.
Stay at home to farm, do housework, and wait for you to grow up and get married.
The difference is that the girl's heart has another world.
She longed to read.
Kang Shaohua always quietly hid the advertising leaflets sandwiched in the crack of the door, read newspapers and magazines repeatedly, and every thing with words was her spiritual comfort.
The family was puzzled by her restless behavior and thought it was not what a girl should be.
The conflict erupted at the age of 14.
Because of the fever, Kang Shaohua was absent from housework, but her grandmother thought she was deliberately lazy and angrily scolded her father
Your daughters are like this! Do you beat her yourself now, or do you let your in-laws beat her later?! ”
The father, who was not strict with Kang Shaohua on weekdays, silently picked up the thick wooden stick at this moment in order to calm his grandmother's anger.
Kang Shaohua will never forget that day.
The mother locked the gate, and the father dragged himself to the middle of the yard and beat him, even breaking his fingers, until Kang Shaohua couldn't get out of bed for a week.
And the grandmother held the rosary in her hand and stood silently aside, quietly waiting for her to admit her mistake and beg for mercy.
This experience brought deep trauma to Kang Shaohua.
So, one day, taking advantage of the fact that there was no one at home, Kang Shaohua endured the pain and ran out.
Not surprisingly, the penniless girl ran away from home for only two months before she was found by her parents and dragged home in an even more brutal way.
However, it is not for nothing.
The disappearance of two months has caused rumors and rumors in the village to spread, and it has also earned Kang Shaohua a chance to negotiate with his family.
She promised her family not to run away and bring shame on the family, but the family had to let her continue to go to junior high school.
Kang Shaohua's strong thirst for knowledge is more like a kind of rebellion against life.
She began to read voraciously.
The family cut off her economy**, so she did odd jobs and micro-businesses to earn some living expenses for herself.
But after all, he didn't finish high school.
They thought that I was possessed by evil spirits, they wanted to burn me, they wanted to beat me, I wanted to kill myself, and I poured all the bottles of medicine, but I didn't die ......”
Talking about this experience much later, Kang Shaohua laughed as he spoke, as if he was describing a person who had nothing to do with him.
At the age of 17, Kang Shaohua took the savings he had saved in the past few years and fled again, all the way south, without looking back.
Fortunately, the time of wandering did not last long, and Kang Shaohua saw a message about the expansion of university enrollment.
After preparing for the exam, I got what I wanted and stepped into the campus again.
During her time at school, in addition to earning money part-time, she immersed herself in the library and studied hard.
She longed for the wilderness and the mountains, for the birds and the sky, and books became the ladder for her to climb.
After graduating, Kang Shaohua traveled everywhere, trying to let the wind of the wasteland take away the pain of his original family.
She hiking in the Qinling Mountains;
listen to "Legend" in Qilian Mountain;
in a daze in Daocheng Aden;
Dancing like a bird in the countryside, as if it had never been restrained.
She seemed to have everything, and she had a deep sense of overflow.
I always think of my mother's face when I dream back at midnight, tossing and turning.
She longs for her mother's love, but she knows that the repeated locking of the door in ignorance of her pain, and letting her be trampled and beaten is just the proof that her mother does not love her.
So, she wrote "Mother and Me":
Mother, I look more and more like you.
Look at me again.
I am your second youth.
I'm as beautiful as you are.
Only I am the knife of the years.
The knife has carved your fine lines."
Mother, I am your mirror.
Look at me again.
Look at how cute you looked when you were younger.
You don't love yourself, you always love me."
She was in pain, lonely, and couldn't love, but she repeated these feelings over and over again.
Occasionally, my father would transfer her some pocket money, or 50, or 100, except for the transfer records, not a word.
Kang Shaohua doesn't understand whether this is considered "father's love", but it doesn't matter anymore.
She named her original collection of poems "Lookout Island",* based on one of her dreams.
In the dream, those who have loved and hated, and the departed and deceased friends, are all living a life without sorrow in a paradise called Lookout Island.
In her life, she gritted her teeth and persevered all the way, and it was really hard to walk.
However, when fate pushed her to the edge of the cliff, she sat on the ground again and again, humming softly.
For the rest of her life, she should be like a bird breaking free from thorns, flying to the wider world that belongs to Kang Shaohua.