Waiting for the wind to sing poetry.

Yu Xiuhua, 1976, born in Hengdian Village, Shipai Town, Zhongxiang City, Hubei Province, is a poet. Due to lack of oxygen at birth, it leads to cerebral palsy, inconvenient movement and inarticulate speech. In 2009, Yu Xiuhua officially began to write poetry; 20 14, 1 1, Poetry magazine published its poems; 20 15 1 published a collection of poems, moonlight on the left hand; In February of the same year, a collection of poems, Amazing World, was published. On February 6th, 2065438+0818, the poetry collection "The Stumbling World" won the 7th Hubei Literature Prize. 20 19 10 month, 19 The first autobiographical novel collection "On Earth" was released.

Yu Xiuhua and his poems caused quite a stir in the poetry circle and even in the social scope at the beginning of 20 15, and there were many comments. Some poets and scholars have their own opinions on Yu's poetry criticism, and they have reached extreme conclusions without grasping the whole of Yu's poetry. In fact, Yu's poems come from his daily life experience, which is his frank writing of personal life experience. Faced with these criticisms, Yu Xiuhua hoped that people would pay more attention to her poems. She has a serious understanding and observation of her life. In today's "wind-like" social popularity, Yu Xiuhua presents a kind of concentration, and the core of this concentration is to write poems. Yu Xiuhua's poetry creation not only embodies the writing power, but also exposes the contradictions and limitations of the current poetry concept. Of course, Yu Xiuhua's poetry creation has yet to be mature, but the significance of his creation is reflected in the whole poetry circle as well as himself.

But the wind will blow through the dusk, and we will be buried in the soil together, with the same distance. -"The moonlight falls on the left hand side"

She rode through the shopping center and always wanted to cry. When she came back, the horse turned brown, and she didn't care. She fed it well and let it drink the cleanest moonlight, but it still lost weight. -"The moonlight falls on the left hand side"

At first, she was red and wobbled on the wooden bridge, so she could be carried to the other side by paper boat. At that time, there was a wild flower in its ear, full of joy for the future. -"The crumbling world"

Those sparrows have lost a lot of gossip on the ground, and they don't care, as if the world should carry it. They are not worried that the clouds will fall. They are deep pools. -"The crumbling world"

We all like light, although it is fleeting. But you are still you, and there is a name that makes my heart tremble when I shout. -"The Wind Blows"

Where to mourn, sorrow is everywhere. Women, on the other hand, always need some sadness to restrain their trembling luck in the wind. -"Waiting for the Wind"

I am my own disaster, and you are three-quarters of the disaster. -"Self-mockery on the 37th birthday"

I hold down the snow in my heart again and again, making it too white and too close to spring. -"I love you"

Whether it snows or not can't stop my whiteness, and my whiteness can't cover up the absurdity of my life. -"Snow"

On the stone mill in Hengdian, who tied me in the past life, who blindfolded me. Feed March, peach blossom and romantic page into the eyes of the mill; Feed barnyard grass, xanthium sibiricum and Alternanthera philoxeroides in the eye mill-if wind energy feeds me, whoever accidentally makes a mistake. -"Stone Mill"

In May, I found this place and laid it vertically from the air. The long-cherished dream falls into the clouds and into the golden life. -"Wheat on the threshing floor"

I like this inexplicable absurdity, and I like the unrestrained beauty in this absurdity. I just want to sit under this roof all the time and don't want to waste such an hour with anyone. -"Can't * * * enjoy"