She is a funnel, smooth and cold, and can't attach a lamp.
Only ears, no moonlight.
Fallen leaves are flying.
Yes, there was a drunk. Where is he?
There is snow in his abdomen, and there is snow that she wants to eat.
And a fuzzy spring, she took out the map and looked at the little circle.
He must be swimming in the bubble of dreams.
She has a scar on her body, where her finger fell.
It's too late to grow back.
Poetry appreciation
In this poem, Yu Xiuhua is full of grief and sadness about his marriage. For a loveless marriage, even if she is physically disabled, she never feels that she should accept this reality.
Recognizing the reality, but unwilling to worship it, Yu Xiuhua was awake in pain. So she wrote word by word with her trembling left hand, and warmed her lonely soul with the temperature of words. She is so eager to love and be loved.