Yu Xiuhua: A woman whose soul confessed to winning a secret crush on fate.

A friend asked Yu Xiuhua what poems he was famous for.

Sleeping with you halfway across China!

This poem, many people say it with ridicule, but actually have to admire Yu Xiuhua-

Because, we like a person, not only eager to get close to each other, kiss him and hug him. ...

Dare we say so? Dare not-

Because we're afraid—

We are afraid that confession will be rejected.

We are afraid of being looked down upon by each other.

We are afraid that we will be the first to admit that love will lose.

We are more afraid of embarrassment.

It was not until time passed that we discovered that we used to love each other so much.

But time won't come again-

How eager we are to be better and more beautiful—

Just to get close to each other-kisses and hugs.

However, we have been separated from each other-

Like mountains and rivers, like stars and the moon, like night and dawn-

We never met again-

Everything is still there.

We are not ourselves.

Yu Xiuhua's poems are like monologues and shouts of the soul-

Halfway across China to sleep with you.

In fact, it is similar to sleeping with you and being slept by you, but it is

The force of collision between two objects is nothing more than the flower driven by this force.

It is nothing more than the imaginary spring of this flower, which makes us mistakenly think that life has been reopened.

In most parts of China, everything is happening: volcanoes erupt and rivers dry up.

Some neglected political prisoners and refugees

Elk and red-crowned crane at gunpoint all the way.

I slept with you through bullets.

I pushed countless nights to sleep with you at dawn.

I am countless, I met one, I sleep with you.

Of course, I will also be led astray by some butterflies.

Think of some praise as spring

Take a village similar to Hengdian as my hometown.

they

Are all necessary reasons for me to sleep with you.

Yu Xiuhua didn't just write "Sleeping with you halfway across China".

Wrote thousands of poems.

I wrote about the four seasons, spring, summer, autumn and winter, starry sky and earth, nature, wind and rain, villages, joys and sorrows. ...

Most importantly, she wrote countless love events, the pain of love and the fact that love is not allowed. ...

She writes very well—

That when I first read it, I imagined that Yu Hua saw Mo Yan's novel-damn, it was so well written!

Even really jealous!

However, watch the second time and the third time-I admire it again!

Because of the omnipresent sincerity, truth and courage!

I love you

Baba lives, draws water, cooks and takes medicine on time every day.

Put yourself in when the sun is clear, like putting a piece of dried tangerine peel.

Drink tea in turn: chrysanthemum, jasmine, rose and lemon.

These beautiful things seem to take me on the road of spring.

So I kept the snow in my heart again and again.

They are too white, too close to spring.

Read your poems in a clean yard. This kind of human thing

Trance is like a sparrow flying suddenly.

And time is bright. I'm not fit for grief.

If I send you a book, I won't send you poetry.

I will give you a book about plants and crops.

Tell you the difference between rice and barnyard grass

I tell you, barnyard grass is terrible.

spring

love

In the sunny yard, sparrows flapped their wings and made a subtle and golden sound.

The withered Chinese rose leaves are also good.

Time is orderly. And life always shows people the good side.

The other side is love.

I will meet the best scenery and people.

The places where they are located are all my motherland.

Is the hall where I can hear the dialogue between constellations,

At this moment, I am here.

The world showed me the scenery.

The sky is as big as its secret.

At this moment, I was hit by a secret.

Tears, but shut up.

She wrote about a flower she saw in the country, even though it was an imagination brought by bees-

Bees have been here in secret time, and once the secret is discovered,

A melon will be buried because of this. The entity of desire will pull away.

We haven't spoken for days. No longer face the morning sun

Look at the love as thin as cicada's wings and the vows of ups and downs.

We still give each other presents in the morning.

Let light and shadow depend on each other

It shakes in the morning, imitating a happy posture.

When a melon comes out of its heart, you should plot against it.

The fields are quiet, windy and fragrant. August is getting deeper.

The most painful pain is also unpredictable.

There is no need to guard against it.

In poetry expression, Yu Xiuhua is so confident, so proud, so indifferent, so easily rooted in the hearts of the people-

Her talent and thinking are like her "so much water, collection"—

So much water comes together that it seems to be inexhaustible.

Only the upside-down sky, not the upside-down sea.

I've always wondered why some people like Yu Xiuhua and hate Yu Xiuhua.

Or love and hate Yu Xiuhua-

Because Yu Xiuhua did what we couldn't do and wrote poems that we couldn't write-

Described himself and the eternity of poetry in China's words!

That's enough-

Because of a poem, some people say that she is Akhmatova of Russia.

Why did the countryside produce poets like Emily Dickens and Yu Xiuhua?

Not a city—

Because they feel their eternal souls under the stars-

And I'm still living my ordinary life!

When we are crowded with buses and subways every day, when we are inexplicably involved in the perfection of some people, when we are confused by the difficulties of life-

Yu Xiuhua's poems can comfort us.