Think of persistence, concentration, meticulousness, and concentration.

Wang Mian has been studious since he was a child, and he herds cattle during the day. When he was seven or eight years old, his father asked him to herd cattle on the field. He secretly ran into the school to listen to the students reading. After listening to it, I always remember it silently. When he returned home in the evening, he forgot all about the cattle grazing. Wang Mian's father was furious and beat Wang Mian. Afterwards, he was still like this.

His mother said: "This child wants to study so much, why not let him do it?" From then on, Wang Mian left home and lived in a temple. As soon as night came, he would quietly come out and sit on the lap of the Buddha statue. He held a book in his hand and read under the light of the lantern in front of the Buddha statue. The sound of the book continued until dawn.

Most of the Buddha statues are made of clay, and their faces are ferocious and terrifying. Although Wang Mian was a child, his expression was calm, as if he had not seen anything. Anyang's Hanxing heard about it and thought he was different and took him as a student. Wang Mian then studied to become a learned and versatile Confucian scholar. However, he repeatedly failed in the exams and burned his career-building articles.

Features of Wang Mian's poems:

Wang Mian is an innocent and simple farmer who has lived in difficulties all his life. His poems are full of rebellious spirit, exposing the national and class contradictions at that time, and expressing his deep concern for the fate of the motherland and the suffering of the working people.

Most of his poems are included in the "Zhuzhai Poetry Collection". The "Concise Catalog of Sikuquanshu" said: "Mianben is wildly born, his genius is unbridled, and his style is arranged and horizontal, and cannot be stuck in a regular pattern." Liu Ji once commented on Wang Mian's poems.

He said: "When I was in Hangzhou, I heard that Wang Yuanzhang of Kuaiji was good at poetry. Many scholar-bureaucrats praised him for his poetry, and I wished I didn't know him. In the first year of Jiawu (1354), I stole the Oukuo Room and brought it to me. After staying away from Kuaiji, I can fully understand the poems written by Yuan Zhang.