I will give you a book about plants and crops.
Tell you the difference between rice and barnyard grass
I tell you, barnyard grass is terrible.
Spring "
On this hot summer morning, I suddenly met these lines of Yu Xiuhua's poems, like meeting a piece of nectar. In the next few days, I ate, slept, washed and planted flowers. These poems were all in my mind. What is barnyard grass? Many people may not think deeply, thinking that this is just an ordinary image extracted from racking their brains to create new poems. Barnyard grass is a kind of weed similar to rice. Before it was eliminated, it absorbed sunlight and rain side by side with rice and grew happily. Although barnyard grass and rice are similar in shape, their fates are quite different, one is happy and the other is worried. Yu Xiuhua thought that she was the barnyard grass that could be removed at any time in this world. She was diagnosed with cerebral palsy as soon as she was born, dragged her rickety body until she graduated from high school, entered a marriage unrelated to love under the arrangement of her parents, and lived in fear in that village called Hengdian. Even so, Yu Xiuhua wrote many touching poems. In the interview, she joked that what is missing must be supplemented. Among dozens of poems I have read, For You is my favorite. In the face of love, we were all humble, just like Zhang Ailing said, "When I met you, I became very humble, as low as dust, but my heart was happy and there was a flower." But we are so tough, we can bless, wait, wait, and strive to be like each other in parallel time and space. Of course, what I did after saying goodbye is none of your business, but I want to do it, that's all.
for you
A simple teahouse,
I like you as you are.
Your beard and your tossing and turning face made me sad last night.
Want to bring you, almost lost all the way.
Except for the withered spring scenery outside the window
After meeting you, you have been in love with others, one after another.
I have no right to be jealous, I can only escape again and again.
So I've been living until you die.
When the crowd dispersed, when the flame of your soul turned to ashes.
I love you. I want to hold you.
Leave your eroded body in the world.
I forgive you for hurting me again and again for them.
Because I love you.
I also have the heyday of desire,
There are many nights, and my body and mind are broken.
But I have never exiled myself.
I hope my body is as clean as my heart.
Even so, it's not to see you.
"I also had the heyday of desire, and there were many nights when my body and mind were broken, but I never exiled myself." I'm still a little shy just to dig out these poems. There are probably many people like me. Many of Yu Xiuhua's poems have also met with resistance, and even been labeled as "slutty style". A poet said this when he commented on Yu Xiuhua. She is different from many modern female poets in China. They all appeared in front of the world with rouge and dignified clothes, while Yu Xiuhua was unkempt and even bloody. Having said that, I have to say Yu Xiuhua's so-called masterpiece "Sleeping You Walked Half of China".
Halfway across China to sleep with you.
In fact, it is similar to sleeping with you and being slept by you, but it is
The force of collision between two objects is nothing more than the flower driven by this force.
It is nothing more than the imaginary spring of this flower, which makes us mistakenly think that life has been reopened.
In most parts of China, everything is happening: volcanoes erupt and rivers dry up.
Some neglected political prisoners and refugees
Elk and red-crowned crane at gunpoint all the way.
I slept with you through bullets.
I pushed countless nights to sleep with you at dawn.
I am countless, I met one, I sleep with you.
Of course, I will also be led astray by some butterflies.
Think of some praise as spring
Take a village similar to Hengdian as my hometown.
they
Are all necessary reasons for me to sleep with you.
There are still many good sentences in this poem, but I really don't like the title. So what? This title puts Yu Xiuhua, who is addicted to suffering, in front of us. The first benefit that fame brings to Yu Xiuhua is of course freedom. She quickly bought a house as compensation, and then broke away from the loveless marriage. Except for the bright pearls in The Book of Songs, Yu Xiuhua is just an ordinary woman. Life is full of daily necessities and diseases.
I please the world with pain.
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 am doing evil in this world.
Swear on the blooming flowers. I doubt whether I love the night.
Despise the morning
Fortunately, some pains can be omitted: abandonment and loneliness.
Attracted by the long desolation
I'm embarrassed to say that it's really my treat.
Not love enough.
There is a poem in ancient times, "The misfortune of the country and the happiness of the poet are endowed with vicissitudes of life." In my opinion, if the world naively opens a window for Yu Xiuhua, it is probably this kind of talent, at the expense of pain, illness and despair. Reading Yu Xiuhua's poems, the most rewarding thing is to be moved, to love life and to be persistent in faith. I also happened to see a poem she wrote to her son, which was rare, pure and gentle.
"Son, compared with you, I am getting shorter and shorter.
So you have to see the scenery I can't see.
I don't ask you to describe it to me.
But you must leave your footprints at some dawn.
Hear the wind and understand it.
Listen to the rain, pity the rain.
Have pity on the world and a disabled mother. "
Money can save the body, but it is useless to the spirit. In the column of Reader, Dong Qing said goodbye to Yu Xiuhua, hoping that the next time I meet you, you can tell me with joy that you have gained love. Yu Xiuhua said, yes, for sure, if we meet again in the next life. Hearing this, my heart was tortured by pain. If despair can also be measured by a ruler, but what others say is the abyss?
love
In the sunny yard, sparrows flapped their wings and made a subtle and golden sound.
The withered Chinese rose leaves are also good.
Time is orderly. And life always shows people the good side.
The other side is love.
I will meet the best scenery and people.
The places where they are located are all my motherland.
Is the hall where I can hear the dialogue between constellations,
At this moment, I am here.
The world showed me the scenery.
The sky is as big as its secret.
At this moment, I was hit by a secret.
Tears, but shut up.
I hope we can all meet the best scenery and people.