Zhuang Zhoumeng butterfly, butterfly or body, dream or so-called reality, which is true and which is illusion? What are Walter and me? It's clear here in Yu Xiuhua.
Let the sense of touch, let the soul fly higher and farther, don't worry that the height is too cold, get rid of the gravity four billion light years away, you are not nothing.
Reading Yu Xiuhua's collection of poems "Moonlight on the Left Hand", I occasionally got some insights, which are recorded as follows.
1.
She is in this world.
She was born outside the world.
She mused on a reed.
She smiled at the orange.
She flew in a Bai Niao.
She walked in the light.
She is the incarnation of God.
She is in this universe.
She has her own world.
2.
Autumn sunshine is finally no longer proud.
The clouds in the sky are still.
I have been following the clouds all summer.
Not melted in the dew.
The ancient songs on Ge don't ring here.
Earlier,
I heard the music of mourners.
The returning soul asks the birds to sing.
But none of you understand-
3.
end
There is nothing like weak grass and floating duckweeds when the wind rises or falls at dusk.
The mountain stream is shallow and full of stars.
4.
The morning dew is not exposed, which is just suitable for decadence.
I'm worried if I don't meet a gentleman.
Wandering on the wrong road, I hate not meeting.
Jane and yiyi are suitable for decadence.
I'm worried if I don't meet a gentleman.
See a gentleman, boundless mind.
The wind is flying, suitable for the village.
I feel sad when I don't see a gentleman.
Snow gives birth to the end, and you dare not even think about it.
5.
I'm on the stone road
See a lot of spiral marks
Some people say it's Sinian horn fossils.
Carnivores in the deep sea.
When things change,
Carved on rocks.
What is your life like?
Where was it carved?
Your bent posture
Where can it be projected?
People in the cave!
6.
Everything, including the body.
Everything comes from Plato's theoretical world.
There are always some mistakes when copying.
So, he is him, you are you, who am I?
Did the crow pound the mess?
It's been laughing at me, wow-wow-
It flies in a perfect arc.
Spread your wings and disturb everything.
So night came.
I gave my soul to the painter.
The body gave Medusa eyes.
Leaving only poetry.
7.
The tide of history will always recede.
Who pity the fish stranded on the beach?
I came into this world naked.
Let nature torment me in every way.
Then I became a leaky boat.
Sink or rot.
Quietly watch the new waves erode the old ship.
Then, send the fish to the beach.
8.
Chew life silently.
Including reeds in the sunset
That touch of red is a gift from the autumn wind.
Leave a mark for the time of last winter.
Sunset also looks after water.
A pale face evokes a golden reflection.
And quietly into the twilight.
You didn't see the frog jump into the water when you left.
Sing a song at dusk in the wilderness!
Our ancestors did this before poetry appeared.
Accompanied by the drums of tambourines
Light the last bonfire
None of you know.
I'm another crazy person.
9.
Fortunately, on a cosmic scale,
Whatever you call it.
All beings are dust.
Everything, complete or incomplete.
Are all intact grains of sand
Are incomplete shadows.
The wind comes in the middle of the night.
Blowing through the darkness of two billion light years.
In my heart, I'm crazy.
Also, blow someone else's hair.