When Yu Xiuhua first became popular, the core word of her famous work was: Sleeping with you. The strangest word in Chinese is obscure, which can of course be understood as shyness, but it also bears the imprint of the most rude and overbearing patriarchal complex, which makes you passive as soon as it appears. Yu Xiuhua is a woman. She used the word boldly, and she traveled halfway across China, with bullets in her mind. Sometimes I think sadly, if it is not so bold, it just inspires the imagination of many people. Yu Xiuhua may still be the rural woman who is discriminated against in Hengdian Village. She has no chance to regard Beijing as her hometown, because Poetry Magazine is there, and because Liu Nian is there, there is no chance to regard Beijing as a river and see all the lights. More sadly, in the pure and solemn emotion of love, loving you and being loved by you may be completely different. Sleeping seems to be an intimate relationship that is started by love and finally reveals the true body. The final truth is: in fact, it is similar to sleeping with you and being slept by you. But that's what Yu Xiuhua said.
Liao wrote in his preface poem Poem of the Afterlife:
Now I just want to be quiet.
Lying next to a person
Let the shadows of clouds in the sky
A thousand years have passed, just like a day.
……
However, I just want to be quiet.
Lying next to a person
Let the clouds shine in the sky.
A day flies on our faces like a thousand years.
The name of this collection of poems comes from Liao's Book of the Afterlife. I think that now I just want to lie quietly beside someone, which is the real meaning of sleep. With the smell of clean grass, the smell of warm love, and the inherent persistence, I am not afraid of being too early, too late, or even dying. I can always lie quietly next to someone.
This collection of poems contains 240 poems. I know a poet's poem. You can't read too much. Poets write poems only to hide. Poetry, like novels, does not involve privacy. I am not me, and you are not you. You can only blame the readers for being shallow. But, ah, it's hidden and exposed.
With so many poems, I always see the most unforgettable water area in my memory, the Hanjiang River, which never appears in my words, but frequently appears in Yu Xiuhua's poems. I just look, think, expose her, and I'll hide behind her.
I always see Hengdian, which is her village, where she locked up her 19-year-old youth in the dark, and where she stumbled for nearly half her life. She fell down, and the dog had no hand to help her, so she had to bark at the spring. If she wakes up Baihua, she can make her laugh.
I always see hopeless love.
"I fantasize that one hundred men in the world are your two places at once/one leaves me/I have only one percent pain/I have the patience to hurt one hundred times. ("Why not say more")
"As long as you smoke/I will prepare an ashtray, a balcony and a garden for you in my poem/Of course, there will be sunshine, birds singing, a morning without smog/also prepare for yourself: your back/rising smoke rings, the sound of soot falling (to the field).
"I made an appointment to chat in his room at night/I hesitated for a long time/I was afraid that I would knock a handful of Jiang Xue and then touch it into mud (To the Poet Chen Xianfa).
"After meeting you, you have been in love with others, one after another. /I am not qualified to be jealous. I can only escape again and again. /So I have been living, waiting for you to die/waiting for the crowd to disperse, waiting for the flame of your soul to turn to ashes ("for you").
"On the street corner, I want to have a cup of coffee with you/I want to watch you smoke/only the way your smoke ring disappears/only the sadness that you dare not say love/is sadness/but this is my good time (I want to have a cup of coffee with you)"
Really can't list, too many, what do you mean we loved and forgot!
Fortunately, she was sober,
Don't forget to meditate.
Later, later, later.
I found that my life is the same as the world.
Nothing new.
Attempted suicide when lovelorn.
Then I started having an affair.
It is said that lovers will be double suicide when they die.
As a result, I lived many years longer.
"He wouldn't have said it if he hadn't known that she was dumb/that spring was wrapped in his heart" (dialogue)
In fact, she has been talking, but the more she talks, the farther away spring is. It's not that spring is far away, but that she is full of flowers and wants to borrow somewhere in spring. In the postscript, she said: I love this kind of romance that I can't cry!
She accompanied her father to plant corn, and some seeds fell out of the pit and were casually covered with floating soil. She thinks that she is a rough seed made by God, and her physical disability is her eternal sorrow. Also let her walk to the next door of love a thousand times, just drink a cup of warm water and leave standing.
Someone came from afar, detained me Chai Fei and promised me a peach blossom. Perhaps there is one sentence left: when the rouge is used up, the peach blossoms bloom!
So she said: My heart is lonely, as before.
Finally she said:
Poetry is useless!
However, poetry leads to the soul, and the soul can only be understood by itself. Who else can you write without writing poetry?
I finished reading this book of poems at dusk, and now I have forgotten most of it. In fact, this is also the course of love. In fact, this is also the same ending for all poets. Poets include those who write poems and those who read them, just as love includes those who love you and those who are loved by you.
Only when I look at the sadness that you dare not say love is sadness!
Only when everyone knows where you are sad, but no one tells the truth, no one praises you, but no one comes near you, makes me even sadder!
Now I just want to lie quietly beside someone. ...