I was circled by a poetess today. She comes from a mountain village, uneducated and bullied, and her life seems colorless.
But this is how rural women who think they are born disabled and have little literacy can save themselves with the vitality of poetry.
When I first read:
"There is always a sound in the night that scares me? There is a bright moon in my heart.
-Even if I am terminally ill, I still hold high the bright moon.
It makes me white and gives me a reason to be empty.
A village that I can't find on this map.
Luxury and sadness. "
This poem shocked me far beyond my imagination. What kind of person is this? How many times has she wasted in the world before she can write such a gorgeous, sad and stubborn poem?
This is Yu Xiuhua, and this is the shock that a lonely and sad soul brings to the world.
"Anyway, it is gorgeous, anyway, it is coming, with slowly fading loneliness, dazzling loneliness and ruthless loneliness."
This is a woman who has experienced great loneliness.
1976, this girl was born in Hengdian Village, Shipai Town, Zhongxiang City, Hubei Province. Every life is a splendid firework in the world. However, it seems that Yu Xiuhua's life was doomed at the moment of her entry into WTO.
Abortion and hypoxia at birth lead to cerebral palsy. As a result, she will never live the most ordinary life of a normal person. From the moment she breathed the first breath of the Olympic Games, this girl, who was born with mobility difficulties and inarticulate, walked in this rickety world.
Yu Xiuhua's poems are mostly about love and life, which is inextricably linked with her experience.
Yu Xiuhua, 19 years old, entered the woman's house under an arranged marriage, and this family and his man have always been merciless.
"So time is running out, we need to shorten the sleep time.
Take the rivers and mountains you have experienced, the early morning, and the people you have experienced.
Repeat it to me.
I will fall in love with everything you love again.
Then I dozed off.
No bad feelings. "
People who have never experienced love are so eager for love. Love in her mind is beautiful and sad, and love is not allowed.
It's been 14 years since Yu Xiuhua started writing her first poem Impression on a small bench in a corner of the village and her first poem was published.
14 years is a quarter of anyone's life, but she loves it, and no amount of time can stop her from writing magnificent music.
Nietzsche said: If you know why you live, then you can endure any kind of life.
This sentence seems to be confirmed by Yu Xiuhua.
No matter what my life is like, I want to love, to warm, to burn.
Born as a man, the destination is the same, the difference is what you want to leave behind. It is a soul that can be remembered by everyone. The body will rot, but the soul is eternal.
Yu Xiuhua used poetry to make his tiny soul shine.
Why should the wind and rain dodge, shower, feel and be crazy? This is Yu Xiuhua.
In the face of her husband's insult and infidelity, a woman found a way to comfort her time.
What I got in the muddy rain was not my husband's help, but endless ridicule.
At that moment, you may not need charity and care from others, let alone love.
Emotional outbursts at a certain moment, and then use free and easy manners.
At least the inner emotional world is never empty.
When she became famous and wanted a divorce, her husband didn't say let this woman go. Opening your mouth requires100000 divorce expenses.
But a confident woman gave him money. I have money. Set me free.
This is Yu Xiuhua who has wasted his life.
She interprets her life with poetry.
Lonely and full.
"At dusk, the morning glory is closed. The blue sky is stacked together.
Dark red heart is deep and painful, but awake.
It has begun to appeal to foreign languages.
There are many whispers in the wind, all of which it likes.
It is holding a snail that slowly climbs up.
Give it a clear path.
Oh, we all like light, even though it is fleeting.
But you're still you
There is a name that makes my heart tremble when I shout. "
What a passionate woman, what a lovely life.
You describe yourself as an ear, passing through the crumbling world, full of poetry and unyielding soul.