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I Love This World Clumsily
Literature我笨拙地爱着这个世界
Wang Jibing
"I Love the World Clumsily" contains 130 poems personally selected by Wang Jibing. He writes about the difficulties of life, memories of his parents, and nostalgia for his hometown. Simple and plain words burst out with amazing power. Everyone who is in trouble should read Wang Jibing.
"I Love the World Clumsily" contains 130 poems personally selected by Wang Jibing. He writes about the difficulties of life, memories of his parents, and nostalgia for his hometown. Simple and plain words burst out with amazing power. Everyone who is in trouble should read Wang Jibing.

赶时间的人:一个外卖员的诗
Wang Jibing
The author of this book, Wang Jibing, is a delivery boy who has traveled a total of 150,000 kilometers, which is equivalent to running 15 times along the Great Wall. During the days when he traveled around the city, he saw more people like him who were struggling for survival, including delivery workers, migrant workers, cleaners, and nannies. They rush around in a hurry, but lose their identity: they can neither find a place to stay in the city, and their hometown and parents are constantly moving away. Like a troubadour from the lower class of China, Wang Jibing recorded himself and their embarrassment, as well as his self-esteem as a laborer. He wrote: I also have my own independent country. My boiling blood is my endless river, and my rugged bones are my towering mountains. These verses, written on cigarette boxes and scrap newspapers when in a hurry, are folk songs from the labor scene, full of vitality, rough and sharp. Some were accidentally posted online, triggering unexpected resonance, with a single poem read by as many as 20 million people. This book is the first collection and publication of his poems.
The author of this book, Wang Jibing, is a delivery boy who has traveled a total of 150,000 kilometers, which is equivalent to running 15 times along the Great Wall. During the days when he traveled around the city, he saw more people like him who were struggling for survival, including delivery workers, migrant workers, cleaners, and nannies. They rush around in a hurry, but lose their identity: they can neither find a place to stay in the city, and their hometown and parents are constantly moving away. Like a troubadour from the lower class of China, Wang Jibing recorded himself and their embarrassment, as well as his self-esteem as a laborer. He wrote: I also have my own independent country. My boiling blood is my endless river, and my rugged bones are my towering mountains. These verses, written on cigarette boxes and scrap newspapers when in a hurry, are folk songs from the labor scene, full of vitality, rough and sharp. Some were accidentally posted online, triggering unexpected resonance, with a single poem read by as many as 20 million people. This book is the first collection and publication of his poems.