When you are confused and depressed, do you feel that everything is boring? Recently, a sober documentary "Shocking the World" was discovered. Yu Xiuhua is a pure and frank poet. She has her own personality and a full life. She said that she lived for herself, not for others. Poetry can give her strength and support her forward. Without poetry, life is really empty.
Dong Qing said of her, writing the firmest poem with the most wobbly steps. These poems, such as sunlight penetrating the crystal, reflect her soul and light, and she is not afraid of the harm caused by the injustice of fate. Choose to release yourself in poetry. In this era, as a poet's "dare", Yu Xiuhua has done it, and she will do it as long as she has the ability.
Silent wheat in the moonlight, the slight friction between them is that everything in the world is in love.
Silent wheat in the moonlight. The little friction between them is the way everything on earth makes love.
The paint on the train is mottled in my body
The train inside me, its paint began to peel off.
Sitting for a long time, the two clouds have not closed, and the wounds left in the sky have not yet grown fresh meat. The grass in May, green gives life to itself, half in the roots and half in the grass tips.
After sitting for a long time, the two clouds still haven't closed. Wounds in the sky will never grow new meat. The grass turns green in May, half at the root and half at the top.
It is unhurried and allows drunkards, beggars, artists or leaders to go up and down.
It is unhurried and allows drunkards, beggars, buskers or some leaders. Get on and off.
Actually, it's similar to sleeping with you and being slept with by you. It is nothing more than the force of collision between two bodies, and it is nothing more than a flower pushed away by this force.
Actually, screwing you is the same as being fucked by you, nothing. But the power of two colliding objects, not the flowers driven by this power.
Anyway, what is slowly dying is loneliness: dazzling loneliness, ruthless loneliness.
In any case, suffering from withered loneliness: dazzling loneliness. I can't get rid of loneliness.
Is there tomorrow? Unfortunately, there is still tomorrow.
Is there really tomorrow? Unfortunately, there is still tomorrow.
Until the end, the two clouds did not close. She stood up, covered with crisp broken bones. A butterfly's broken wing slipped off the grass.
Until the end, the two clouds did not close. She got up, and the sound of broken bones was all over her body. A butterfly's wing was broken and slipped off the grass.