For example, Liu Nian, editor of Poetry magazine, said, "Her poems are as striking as those of China poetesss, just like putting a murderer among a group of ladies-everyone else is neatly dressed, painted with powder and wearing perfume, and there is no sweat in black and white, but she is smoky and muddy, with obvious blood stains between words."
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Read your poems in a clean yard. This kind of human thing
Trance is like a sparrow flying suddenly, and time is bright. I'm not fit for grief.
If I send you a book, I won't send you poetry. I will give you a book about plants and crops.
Tell you the difference between rice and barnyard grass
Tell you the barnyard grass in a horrible spring.
What good notes!
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A man sat in the starry sky and said, let's go home.
A grass has been at a loss for a long time in the wind.
Twist it.
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At first, she also cleaned the bank of life with the charm of willows.
It was folded up, made into a bucket, small and smart, and began to be filled with romantic peach blossoms. Children and children were affectionate and had the promise of alcohol.
Women's clothes come in, crying comes in, medicine comes in.
Her waist is getting thicker and thicker, and the paint is peeling off every day.
And life is still watertight.
She is the only bucket for life to choose.
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I admit that there are clear precipitates in this endless cycle.
I didn't expect or ignore it. If October can comfort me, let May burn me.
Time fell in the village, and I just held it like a piece of jade without hesitation.
You are surrounded by the sound of broken tiles.
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The blind fortune teller hasn't closed yet
Every once in a while, he calls-it's important to take care of your life at the beginning of the new year.
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I don't look at the sky on such a night.
You don't have to look at the moon (it's a virtual shadow that breaks when a finger touches it), and the whistle is bound to ring.
Many people raised their arms, but no one could send them.
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Many times, I turn my back on you and watch the cuckoo hang low.
The sky is blue, and all birds' songs are gifts.
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As we all know, running water flows in the sky and rolls silently.
I scattered xanthium on the ground and stabbed my whole body.
Back to your own flesh and blood.
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When I noticed my body, it was old and weak.
Pain is exchanged in many parts: stomach, arms, legs and fingers.
I suspect that I have done a lot of evil in this world, swearing at the blooming flowers. I doubt whether I love the night.
Despise the morning
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What he didn't know was that she had just finished a painting in a tree hole.
Draw a fog. The train is yellow. A man is smoking and looking out of the window. There is a tree in his eyes.
Every time she was beaten black and blue by her man, she hid in a tree hole and drew a picture.
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So much water comes together that it seems to be inexhaustible.
Only the upside-down sky, not the upside-down sea, a seagull flew over and died on the beach.
Disappear at once, as if it had never flown or shown a shadow.
Stay on the water.
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So we don't have much time, so we should shorten our sleep.
Repeat to me all the rivers and mountains you passed, and all the people you passed in the morning.
-I fell in love with you again, loved by you.
Then I dozed off, and I didn't feel bad.
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The moon is so white. It doesn't matter except white.
How many people are white to the bone, and how many people are white to poverty.
But September always makes people cry.
As always, crops and weeds grow in the fields, which extend to the graves and are lush.
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A pot of medicine on the stove snorted dully, and the smell of medicine rushed out.
Beat an old sick body. She curled up in the yard, curled up with a leaf.
The knife in her body also curled up. She tried to let it unfold and cut off an old love.
This evil disease will be severely inflamed in winter.
Traditional Chinese medicine alone can cure the symptoms, but she can smell all the herbs.
Twelve kinds of medicinal materials, but "Angelica sinensis" was taken out by her and thrown into a pile of fallen leaves.
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Later, I wanted to write about a person, and later I wanted to look up at the stars.
I want to make the piece in my heart heavier until it collapses and shatters. How desperate I am: I met the best.
But I can't give you a compliment.
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Snowflakes fall one by one, with a gentle knock.
Without hesitation
I have never seen a piece of snow carefully. Its shape, color and source code are smaller than the vastness of fingertips and bigger than the emptiness of the sky.
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I secretly went to Liangzhou and went for a spin in my dream.
I kept persuading the autumn wind that jumped into my arms, and I kept calculating how wide a bag of salt was in the water.
Form buoyancy and not drown yourself.
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What is poetry? I don't know, I can't say, but my mood is jumping or diving. However, when the mind calls, it comes naked, but it acts as a crutch when a person staggers in a rickety world.
The Interlaced World: Selected Poems of Yu Xiuhua
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starry sky
The distance of this love will not be farther than falling in love with someone.
It's no darker than when I love someone. I was just fascinated by this long silence.
Also immersed in the endless emptiness of this sigh and the ups and downs of everything in this sigh.
We kept running and heard the vast sound of water. There is only one fate: before I hug you.
In other words, there is only one intention to turn to ashes: before the wound is torn open.
Just at this moment, I don't have to look far.
It's about walking through, you know, looking for spring among flowers.
What kind of piety do you need?
Notice that her poems are always touching.
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Flowers and fragrance are just a verb and a noun.
Time is poor, the so-called autumn does not exist, and the rain is suspicious. Only the moment of shooting down is credible.
The rain that falls in the wilderness does not know that it falls in the wilderness. Chestnut trees don't know the distant houses and people picking their fruits.
The grass was bent by the rain and soon bounced back. They don't know that a humble person is similar to them. Their backs are for
The weight of fate bounces up again and again, but no one else will know that they are too late to get close to them.
Will wither separately.