One of Yu Xiuhua's dirtiest poems is as follows:
Yu Xiuhua gave it to you.
original text
Here you are "/Yu Xiuhua.
A simple teahouse, I like you with simple eyes.
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 had the heyday of desire, and there were many nights when my body and mind were 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.
Yu Xiuhua's most famous poem "I Love You". This poem is one of the most classic poems of Yu Xiuhua, and it has been widely forwarded by netizens. Many people began to pay attention to this rural poetess because of this poem. The biggest feature of the whole poem is that the title of the poem is obviously "I love you", but the word "love" is not used throughout, and only a series of inner monologues are used to interpret the poet's definition of love.
meaning I love you
Yu Xiuhua, a poet, is a peasant woman with intelligent nature. Others grow crops in the countryside, but she grows poetry and love with lush branches and leaves season after season. Because of disability and poverty, Yu Xiuhua, a peasant girl, never got true love. Even if she became famous overnight, this state has not changed. But Yu Xiuhua is still a lover of love, and her heart is always longing for beautiful love.
The poem "I Love You" is Yu Xiuhua's love monologue, which is different from her fiery online image. Yu Xiuhua in the poem is very quiet. She uses light words and light love to bring people light love hidden in their hearts.
Yu Xiuhua's dirtiest poem.
Yu Xiuhua's original "For You"
Here you are "/Yu Xiuhua.
A simple teahouse, I like you with simple eyes.
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 had the heyday of desire, and there were many nights when my body and mind were 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.
What I long for is my own desire, and love is only its accessory. If one day I want to make up my mind to give up my partner, what makes me feel particularly uncomfortable is the loss of imagination, not anything else. What a precious building it used to be. I am sad to lose love, not him or her. -Roland
Ten Best Poems by Yu Xiuhua
Yu Xiuhua's ten best poems are as follows:
1, "I love you"
Baba lives, draws water, cooks and takes medicine on time every day.
When the sun is fine, put yourself in it like a piece of dried tangerine peel.
Drink tea in turn: chrysanthemum, jasmine, rose and lemon.
These beautiful things seem to take me on the road of spring.
So I kept the snow in my heart again and again.
They are too white, too close to spring. Read your poems in a clean yard.
This favor is like a sparrow flying suddenly.
And time is bright, and I am not suitable for being deeply grieved.
If I send you a book, I won't send you a poem.
I'll give you one.
Tell you the difference between rice and barnyard grass, tell you that a barnyard grass is scary, spring.
2. Suspicious identity
I can't testify. There is snow in the left pocket and fire in the right pocket.
A fire that can start a prairie fire can burn the wall and hurt the fish in the pool.
Can cover roads, cover evil snow.
I have moonlight. I've never been smart.
I have peach blossoms, which never bloom.
I have a strong spring breeze all my life, but it can't blow me down.
I stole a city's chemical plant, office building and museum.
I stole it, but I'm broke.
I am my sinner, let me escape.
I am my judge, judging my own spirit.
I walked in the middle of the night, and there was no trace.
3. "Catch chickens on the threshing floor"
Then I saw a flock of sparrows falling. They looked around and stopped at any grain.
Their eyes are transparent and have light.
Starlings are also in droves, and they are in a hurry.
Wings flutter with the bright wind.
After they all left, the blue of the sky became shorter.
In this village in central Hubei, the sky forces us to watch its blue.
Just as our ancestors forced us to see the narrowness and nothingness in our hearts, they also forced us to go deep into the richness in September.
We are comforted by smallness and hurt by smallness.
It's safe to live like this.
Where did so many millet come from, and where did the golden color come from?
I was given and taken away year after year.
When happiness and sadness are the same color, I am very happy to be thrown away like this.
I don't know who is far away from me, but there is no gap between me and the sky.
4. "My dog is called Little Witch"
It followed me when I limped out of the yard.
We crossed the vegetable garden, crossed the ridge and went north to grandma's house.
I fell into the ditch and it wagged its tail.
I reached over and it licked the blood on my hand.
He was drunk. He said that there is a woman in Beijing who is more beautiful than me.
When they are desperate, they go dancing.
He likes dancing women, watching their hips shake.
He said they would call the bed, and the voice was very nice.
Unlike me, I keep silent and always cover my face.
I ate without saying a word, called "little witch, little witch" and threw some meat to it.
It wags its tail and barks happily.
Xiaowu kept wagging his tail when he grabbed my hair and hit me against the wall.
There is nothing he can do for a man who is not afraid of pain.
We walked to the back of grandma's house and remembered that she had been dead for many years.
5. Goodbye, 20 14
Like a hug in a foreign land: goodbye, my 20 14.
Like the last farewell in a foreign land: goodbye, my 20 14.
I am slow and sentimental, and I am always left behind.
When they waved, I thought there was still time to waste.
I thought there was still a lot of time to waste.
20 14 is like a simple Metasequoia, full of magpies and sunny.
Say goodbye to a tree and many people, and we will never meet again.
May God bless your peace, and may I return to my hometown.
A person who has no hometown is pregnant with the next spring.
Next spring, not far away.
I won't meet my amiable sister again next spring.
But I thank those who have hurt me deeply.
I also thank myself: for the constant innocence I meet every time.
6. diary: I only exist here
Frogs croak, and my soles are not happy.
This kind of happiness is the smell of new wheat and honeysuckle in the arms of a tacky peasant woman.
The smell of sunshine left on pajamas.
No one has knocked on my door for a long time, and the path is full of red.
I quietly fell into this world, and I will quietly hide in everything.
But sadness is always so precious: are you sure I exist?
Will give sympathy, pity, love, hate and parting.
At this moment, the smell of cordate telosma passed through the window lattice.
The insects at the door sing high and low, how many people I have met.
In a world without a partner, I am so rich that I am heavier than a piece of wheat.
But I just bowed my head and accepted the moonlight.
7. Afternoon in Hengdian Village
It happened that the sun was just right, shining on the top of the slope and a row of poplars.
According to a small pond, according to the water grass beside the pond, according to the creeping ferns.
Rape, wheat.
Time is not smooth enough, divided by so many plants.
Divided by cows, divided by ducks in the middle of the water.
Divided by gestures, at the same time, divided by me.
I spent half my life with the time I shared, and my mother patched up a white hair with these odds and ends.
Only everything is jubilant-they constitute another spring.
In this spring, we just warmed Hengdian Village again.
8. What I love is not mine.
At that time, they walked through the pond and their reflections were dancing.
At that time, the clouds were so white that I ignored such a dance.
I saw many things in the breeze: lush and decadent.
In their whispers, they abandoned the human disability.
The light surrounded them tightly.
I just want to howl, just want to howl.
A robbed man doesn't even have the strength to throw a dagger.
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 and swearing at the blooming flowers.
I doubt that I love the night and despise the morning.
Fortunately, some pains can be omitted: being abandoned, being lonely and being taken in for a long time.
These, I am embarrassed to say: I really don't love them enough.
9. "I want to sleep with you all over China."
Actually, it's similar to sleeping with you and being slept with by you.
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 half of China, everything is happening: volcanoes erupt and rivers dry up.
Some neglected political prisoners and refugees, elk and red-crowned cranes at gunpoint.
I slept with you through bullets, and I pushed countless nights to sleep with you at dawn.
I am countless. I met one who slept with you. Of course, I would be led astray by some butterflies.
Think of some praises as spring and a village like Hengdian as hometown.
And they are all indispensable reasons for me to sleep with you.
10, "Go home with mom"
When the road was expanded in the village, the roadbed was destroyed, together with the moon hanging in the sky.
A rain destroyed a little sutra that had just been trampled.
An old woman is pulling a woman who can't walk steadily, and a pair of muddy feet are dragging another pair of feet stuck in the mud.
One voice is wrong, the other voice is right.
My 40th birthday is waiting in the middle of the night, and my mother says I don't want it when I'm 40.
Mom said I was divorced and my 40th birthday was boring.
My mother took my hand home, pulling it so tightly that I wouldn't tremble.
What my mother said was forceful, unlike a patient.
When I got home, the light in my mother's room went out soon.
I left the light on all night, thinking that I could touch the dawn earlier.
Yu Xiuhua traveled halfway across China to sleep with you.
Meaning: Even if I really have you, will life be the same as I imagined? Do I have a second life?
The world is so big and we are so small, who will care if we are together? But in life, with so many rules and so many obstacles, how can I have you? But don't worry about it, I will hug you with my life.
I miss you so much. I miss you day and night. I can't wait. I toss and turn. Struggle and pain in life. Sleep here is not sleep, but a strong, selfish, selfless and powerful possession. It is the most thorough, primitive and naked confession. I was really hit, and it was not light!
Original text:
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.
Extended data:
Sleeping you halfway across China is a love poem written by the poet Yu Xiuhua in June 20 14.
Poetry One is divided into five sections, which clearly expresses the pain of women's self-love, but it is not limited to the writing of women's self-desire. The poet projected his concern for nature, environment and humanity into his own living experience and life experience, and realized the expression of survival dilemma and care for humanity with the help of Sleeping with You, which broadened the horizons of female poetry creation.
20 14 10, Yu Xiuhua went to see a friend of the opposite sex in Mutual Appreciation, and then chatted with a group of poetry friends online. "Everyone is joking all day. It turns out that this is a joke,' Go to sleep with you halfway across China'. I think it is very interesting to use this as a topic, so I will take it out and use it. In fact, it is a joke with my poetry friends. "
reference data
Baidu Encyclopedia-I have traveled all over China to sleep with you.
Yu Xiuhua's original "For You"
Recite a poem to you
I'll recite a poem to you. Poetry is a special literary form. Many people like to recite poems in life, because only by reciting poems can we feel better with poets and make people feel personally. Let's share it.
Give you a poem to read 1
for you
Author: Yan Rong
Take off the heat of summer and kiss the dew of autumn morning. Am I a peanut or a sweet potato in time and space?
The sun, the moon and the stars are my bosom friends. They witness me and nourish your soul with the fragrance and sweetness of fate!
After the thunder and lightning, do you see that the strings of your life are covered with pearls of thought?
The pearl of thought is the anchor of the sea and the guide of all stages of life. You ah
You are the starlight that Nightcrawler expects, and the sunrise that rises every morning; Is the hope in my heart.
I will take the light you gave me to illuminate the rest of my life and share it with one bitter fruit after another.
Any ticking or ticking of an hour hand cannot penetrate the heart wall. In the long silence after the autumn wind and autumn rain, I came to your side and fought my way through, dawn!
The darkness before dawn is familiar, and so is the dying resilience, dawn!
I want to keep my eyes on all the time, but I want to lower my eyes and let an inch of time rumble by.
Give you a poem to recite 2.
Here you are/Yu Xiuhua.
A simple teahouse, I like you with simple eyes.
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 had the heyday of desire, and there were many nights when my body and mind were 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.
Give you a poem to recite 3.
On the bare high grassland
I believe all this:
My feet, the mare's heart.
Two furrows, barley and dew
On the high grassland, white clouds float.
I believe in genius, patience and longevity.
I believe someone is falling in love with me slowly and hard.
No one will, except you.
We fell in love at first sight.
On the high grassland.
I believe all this.
I believe we fell in love at first sight.
I love you
Run a long way.
The horse sleeps on the grass.
The moon shines on his nose.
The moment of loving you
Live in an old granary
Write poetry at dusk
I am with you.
Sitting in the dusk
Yellow fault in yellow grain
Spring evening
What should I say to you?
Dusk is my hometown.
You are a girl who grew up silently in her hometown.
You grew up in quiet friendship.
There is no sound at all.
You walk all the way to my heart.
When she was picking flowers in the northern grassland
My hand crossed the water plants in the south.
Spread it with ten fingers
Lonely home
The faces of several sisters under her wooden door.
The face of the person you love
Like rain in the south.
The real rain fell on my head.
People in winter
Come like a god.
Because I fell in love with you in winter.