yu xiuhua
It must be after the peach blossoms wither. It must be a scattered crowd
It must be another uncertain relationship.
The source must be dry.
You, not you.
How to identify the mark in the world of mortals with tears?
Without peach blossoms, there is no pain of mud.
go straight
It's not the Peach Blossom Garden that comes to the end.
Dream all the time
What appears in the dream is not running water.
Only the branches are still hung with lights.
Write to me.
It also corresponds to the future that cannot be trudged.
once
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When I read this poem by Yu Xiuhua, I was stunned by her.
During this time, Yu Xiuhua is a hot topic, and all kinds of ghosts and gods in their nest have carried out a very shameless and vicious encirclement and suppression on her.
Yu Xiuhua is a soldier.
However, once a true fighter in this world meets a shameless person, there is only one ending.
Run away
Not surprised at all, not surprised at all.
This land is rich in this evil flower and this evil fruit.
Especially those little chop suey like hot bird's nest and body discovered king.
All kinds of bottomless shameless mutual touch and self-appreciation.
That's hilarious.
It's disgusting too.
Yu Xiuhua's withdrawal is a good thing. There are too many people with abnormal brains now.
And they are more like Yu Xiuhua.
A group of cerebral palsy.
At the beginning of this poem, it followed the title of the poem closely.
The transition is crisp and neat.
"It must be after the peach blossom withered. It must be a scattered crowd
It must be another uncertain relationship.
There must be no water in the water source. "
Point out the time of the Peach Blossom Garden.
It was after the peach blossoms withered and the crowd dispersed.
Unjustified sadness.
Endless loneliness is on my face.
However, it is still an unsettled relationship.
Because there is no water at the source of love.
It's so sad.
Love is not out of sight, but out of sight.
Throughout the ages, sorrow is greater than this.
Yu Xiuhua is a woman with a blue heart, but she has suffered from serious diseases since she was a child.
Every woman wants to be beautiful, but everyone hopes that their love path will not be bumpy.
But all this is too elusive for Yu Xiuhua.
"The human over there is you, not you.
How to identify the mark in the world of mortals with tears?
Without peach blossoms, there is no pain of mud. "
In the second paragraph of the poem, this sadness is deeper and more diffuse.
"On the other side of the moon is you, not you. How can the mark in the world of mortals be identified with tears? "
People I used to love.
Now people are in other people's arms.
It's you, and of course it's not you anymore.
No matter how much love you once had, distant love is not worth identifying with tears.
Let him eat.
Let him fly.
What can be remembered is the past, and what is no longer worth remembering is the present.
A woman in exclamation:
"Without peach blossoms, there would be no pain in the mud."
It is not that the peach blossom is not beautiful, but that she once picked a rotten peach blossom.
But even so, it is not so easy for those who have paid.
Sorrow is like dirt.
Being uprooted like a peach tree, the last person to leave is the most bitter.
So, women finally understand:
"Without peach blossoms, there would be no such world of mortals."
So, she kept walking.
Because she knows that as long as it is not a peach blossom garden, it is not a peach blossom garden, and naturally it will not be trapped by sadness. It has been dreaming, and what appears in the dream is not running water.
This reminds us of the man who strayed into the Peach Blossom Garden. When he finally walked out of the Peach Blossom Garden and looked for it again, he was shocked to find that it might be a dream.
"Only the branches are still hung with lights.
Write to me.
It also corresponds to the future that cannot be trudged.
Once "
A lamp hanging from a branch.
It means that you are inferior in the other person's heart.
This naturally reminds us of Liu Lanzhi's Hanging the Southeast Branch in Peacock Flying Southeast.
That's a woman's choice after she despairs of a man, and it's also a repeat of the love tragedy that lasted for thousands of years.
For the future, the women in the poem are equally sad and desperate. Women have worked hard, but those who can't travel can focus on the future and the past.
The ending must be the same.
It's the light hanging from the branches.
Life is like a feather and death is like a feather.
All those who are not cherished pay in the hearts of those who have loved, and will always be a light without weight.
Faint, maybe nothing.
"If I Go to the Peach Blossom Garden" makes people feel that there is no beauty of peach blossoms after reading it, only sadness after love is exhausted.
The image in the poem is simple, but it is prosperous and brilliant.
Peach blossom is a beautiful image and a beautiful expectation.
However, for a disabled woman, this is always an unattainable dream.
The world often says that the soul is beautiful, but will anyone fall in love with a truly beautiful person?
Who in the world doesn't love that beautiful skin?
Even Yu Xiuhua himself wanted to go across the mountains to sleep with the actors who sang "Yiya" on the stage.
It can be seen that skins are heavier than souls after all.
Yu Xiuhua knows it himself.
Therefore, she is even more desperate.
For her, love is, after all, a peach blossom garden that can't be found in her life.
In other words, her peach blossoms are short of water.
All the men she likes give up halfway.
The reuse of classical images and the transformation of ancient poetry in the whole poem are naturally seamless.
She is a born poet.
The suffering of reality polished her more brightly.
The ancients often said: "The unfortunate poets in their home country are lucky."
For Yu Xiuhua, the plight of this world is a bridge for her epiphany and sublimation.
Walking past, there may not be a peach blossom garden.
But there must be fairy music fluttering.
Bless her.
I hope the rest of my life will be quiet and less painful.
But I hope she will continue to write more excellent works, which means that she will continue to bear and chew sadness.
The dilemma of writing poetry.
So is life.
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