If you can’t become a poet, then become a poet.

When I was a child and grew up in the countryside, I had many strange ideas in my head, and I was always thinking about them all day long. The peach blossoms bloom in spring, and the tender pink flowers attract industrious little bees. There is also a plum tree in front of the door, with white flowers in small blooms. There is also the faint fragrance of orange flowers in the back room, which is refreshing. I love the flowers. They bloom happily and I am intoxicated by them.

As soon as the flower withered, it soon bore green fruit. At that time, we didn’t have a lot of snacks and fruits, and there weren’t many fruit trees and fruits in the village. We would climb up the tree early and pick the sour peaches and plums one by one. The greedy child's eyes were so sour that he narrowed his eyes to slits, but we still had to try.

There is a bare hillside in my hometown, which is full of yellow soil and pebbles. In the depressions of the mountain, there is a kind of thorny plant growing. Children are afraid of it. If a child disobeys, the parents will break off one or two branches and stick them on the door. I should have been whipped by that green plant. I don’t remember exactly what happened, but the impression of itching, pain, and blood spots after being whipped is still there. I like to sit on the slope with my chin in my hands and let my thoughts drift far, far away. Now that I think back to when I was only a few years old at that time, why did I have so many thoughts?

At that time, there were pigs at home, so my mother ordered me to kill pigweed. In fact, I went into the rape field to peel off some rape leaves, planted grass seeds in the field, and cut a basket back. Every time I come back, my head is decorated with small yellow and purple petals. If it has just rained, the water droplets on the leaves will still be stained, and the head and clothes will be wet. Because of my young age, I helped with limited farm work, but that golden rapeseed field and light purple grass seed field have been deeply rooted in my childhood memory. They often sway in the wind, and I can still smell it. The fragrance of flowers.

Sometimes I would stare at the sky and white clouds in a daze, thinking about my own thoughts. I attended the newly built primary school in the village from grade one to grade four. It was very close to home and the teachers were all familiar to me. I have loved studying since I was a child. Before dawn and the rooster was still crowing, I got up and endorsed the book. In fifth grade, I went to Wan Elementary School a few kilometers away. One weekend dusk, the sky was filled with red sunset, which was very beautiful. I just woke up after a good sleep, picked up my schoolbag and went on my way. When I passed by my neighbor's house, the grandma asked me where I was going so late, and I said I was going to school. The old man laughed loudly and said, "The sun is going to set. Where are you going to school?"

When I grow up, I love traveling and photography, and I want to be a backpacker and travel around the world. I have been to many places and seen many scenery over the years. I don’t know if the journey has made my thoughts deeper. Until now, I still like to think wildly, whether it’s fantasy or serious thinking. It’s called “I think, therefore I am”. I like to read other people's poems, it's like a good movie, condensed to the essence. If you can't become a poet, then it would be good to be a poet.