Author: Yu Xiuhua
Douban score: 8.8 points
When I was a student, I also read poetry collections, such as Tagore's Birds, Bing Xin's Stars and Spring Water. At that time, I didn't know how to read poetry, and I couldn't understand its meaning. I always read a few poems, so I can't go on studying. I just put them on the shelf and don't know much about poetry.
Now reading Yu Xiuhua's poems, I suddenly understand that this is poetry, everything around us, the sky, fields, dusk, lakes, green leaves in the water, pages, rain, streams, wheat and love. For Yu Xiuhua, poetry is "a crutch when one walks unsteadily in the world."
Yu Xiuhua's poems are full of emotion, simple words, frankness and purity, and full of vitality. Li Jian said that she was "writing poems in the clouds and living in the mud", didn't she? When she was born, she suffered from cerebral palsy due to lack of brain oxygen. It was difficult for her to write and speak, and it was difficult for her body to keep balance. In this way, a rickety body walks in the world with firm steps, instead of feeling sorry and sad for itself, it rises up against the unfair fate, responds to the abuse and insult of others with poetry, and builds a tall soul.
There are many favorite poems, and some words feel particularly in place. For example, the phrase "only eyes can nest in the lake" is a super image with tears in the corners of the eyes. "The rain outside the window ignores me: one drop holds one drop and falls. Drop by drop. " The words "hug" and "push" are well used. It should rain heavily.
"When we are alive, there will always be many such moments that let us see what we have been ignoring."
"Silent wheat in the moonlight, the slight friction between them is that everything in the world is in love."
Read here, what a lovely and imaginative woman, intoxicating!
And my favorite song is "A God-given Day", with pictures. Among them, "this godsend day: you and I are safe in the world, what a precious gift." I am particularly touched. Now, I can "settle down" in this world, and I am safe and healthy for the time being. How rare it is that I almost left this beautiful person this year. This is really a precious gift!
Of course, I still can't understand some of these poems, and it's hard to understand that what they describe is related to her mentality and feelings at that time, which I can't imagine. Imagination is what I lack, and a person's experience and growth are different. Maybe it's hard for people to love each other.
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