Her love is great, greater than the world can give back to her. She has a delicate and affectionate description of nature and Hengdian village where she lives, which gives her simple and sincere nourishment and makes her love elastic.
Her disability fell to Leng Xue in her mind again, leaving a fine dust. The nobleness in the spirit of poetry made her feel that the defeat had been reversed-we can completely transcend the secular vision, fuck it! So she became a humble and proud thatch, barnyard grass, rapeseed and stone. She found the same root in these natural images, and she was comforted. Everything is fair, and only people have a vision, right?
You can't say for sure, the lack of being loved is, after all, silently calling for a loop single, which makes people shrink back? In other words, she gave love to another lover-poetry, so that all she wanted was the form of love, and she agreed to poetry. At least, in the private land of human poetry, the echo of her loneliness and love was thrown back, comforting herself and us.
In this collection of poems, love and loneliness account for most of her poems. Perhaps it is love and love that make the poems enduring, isn't it? Perhaps, what makes us feel ashamed is the lack and powerlessness of our love. Did you hear her voice? For example, the following two songs:
1, "You say love, I am sad"
Like the night falling into the night, like a full stop.
Like two question marks, bow down at the same time.
The plants in the village are in good order.
We walk around the world at random.
When you say love,
The sadness of catnap came back to me.
Walk from this slope to that slope.
The setting sun only stayed for a short time.
And we love each other with a small part of our lives.
What a luxury.
2, "Early winter dusk"
The sun leaves the yard, so slowly.
There were many pauses, like sobs.
The north wind was so small that it overturned the poplar Ye Er in the yard.
? A pot of medicine on the stove snorted dully, and the smell of medicine rushed out.
Beat an old sick man
She curled up in the yard, curled up with a leaf.
The knife in the body also curled up.
She tried to let it unfold and cut off an old love.
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I found Yu Xiuhua's description of objects very powerful! Because she is standing in the perspective of the object, rather than impersonally examining the diaphragm of the object! How many verbs are there "back", "pause" and "choke"? Through "turning" and "striking", she quietly transformed or destroyed the subject and object, and everything became humanized and equal, so it became more and more touching. Whether it was sunshine, tits or every grass and tree, it was refreshing and felt close enough to touch. Even, you are the embodiment of that thing, and the subject and object are no longer opposed and distinguished! Such successful and unforgettable descriptions are often found in her poems.
In addition, I don't want to say something I can't help saying: Yu Xiuhua's poems are sincere, which is the most valuable. However, there are also some shortcomings, and some profound realms cannot be achieved. However, poetry is often fragmented feelings, ideas and thoughts that suddenly pass away. Sometimes, some poems can't reveal your shortcomings, and even you are unexpectedly excellent. It is enough to write your own characteristics, because after all, it is enough for readers to meet some good poems in their leisure time, and we just meet and appreciate their beauty in them. But judging from a person's overall works, including his other styles, it is obviously too clumsy to hide, because in any case, a person's writing reveals his insight, wisdom and sensitivity to life. ...
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