20 Poems by Yu Xiuhua

Appreciation of Twenty Poems by Yu Xiuhua

I love you

yu xiuhua

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

wind

yu xiuhua

At dusk, the morning glory is closed. The blue of the starry sky is stacked together

Dark red heart is deep and painful, but awake.

It has begun to appeal to foreign languages.

There are many whispers in the wind, all of which it likes.

It is holding a snail that slowly climbs up.

Give it a clear path.

"Oh, we all like light, though fleeting.

But you're still you

There is a name that makes my heart tremble when I shout. "

Masan

yu xiuhua

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You got me drunk and said the town was crowded. But I remembered a locust tree in the mountains.

You got me drunk and said I was asked to dance. But I remembered a deciduous locust tree in the mountains.

According to my sunshine, I can see the little squirrel hole in the north of Sophora japonica and its flustered mother.

Be praised by me

I am a person who goes up the mountain with rain. I have been and always will be.

I am a person with dark clouds in my arms. I used to be, and I still am.

When you look at me, I am a pile of dirt.

Look at me, the wind blows the leaves, I am a pile of wet soil.

love

yu xiuhua

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.

20 15 1.9 17:33:00

The snow stopped at dusk.

yu xiuhua

The snow stopped at dusk, but the time was still white.

This white hour will last, like a horizontal abyss.

Everything is solemn. Before the snow came, they exhaled the wind.

This is what the seabed looks like. People who dare not move say so.

"When I was so white, he came.

At that time, he was stubborn and took women from other villages as me.

He has no premonition of danger.

Because of this inverted abyss. "

Later, she saw many tiny footprints.

First of all, it's cat's, slower than snow. Then the weasel's

Oh, and sparrows, their footprints.

It needs to be carefully distinguished: these are so small that they are heartbreaking shy.

-How did they get here? Oh, these seem sudden.

The secret of birth

When she lights a cigarette, when she looks at the sky

Or, they are already here.

In this white time, she likes dark things.

First the coming night, then life.

Then there is love.

Finally, herself.

20 15 1.9 20: 12: 18

Just me, no.

yu xiuhua

Only this smallness can destroy me, only this pain.

Can't shout

Embrace your knees at midnight and listen to the fading voice outside the window: not just roses.

The night itself, and the whole galaxy.

A universe

I don't know who to turn to for help.

The gap in life: the tide that has not come for a long time has plummeted.

Many nights, I came here like this: tear up the flowers.

-I doubt that my love is shattered every time.

I doubt my natural defect: it destroys nature.

I still can't be symmetrical with him anyway.

I believe that he is in love with others.

Just me, no.

Longing for a heavy snow

yu xiuhua

Longing for an unplanned snow thicker than death.

It will be sudden, and all the hatred will be poured down.

I need it to push. My smallness is not a snow.

Accidental cause

I want this pile of white things I hate! In this endless wasteland

I want it to erect an immortal tombstone for me.

Because I'm still dirty: this vomit curse

This bleeding. This shameless love, this reckless inquiry

Oh, Xue, the prophet, the hypocrite, the traitor who helped people insult.

I want it to build me a grave where weeds can't grow.

I just took a fancy to its only advantage:

What I didn't say to anyone can spread under the snow.

shake

yu xiuhua

The clouds cast a huge shadow. Above the clouds, the sky is luxurious blue.

These heavy things on my head make me lose my direction.

go straight

Everything I met was colorless, withered and made a sound.

I was so nervous: an elk flashed by.

And my spring is still far away from me.

I know why I tremble and why I cry in the dusk.

I have this experience.

I have a panic of being destroyed, torn and abandoned.

This nothingness also hit my chest like a blunt instrument.

It can resist the coldness of reality.

But I can't unload my cold.

If I say I love you, I will be in a trance all my life.

It can keep my eyes from seeing snow and frost.

It doesn't matter.

It doesn't matter, people suffer.

Discrimination in this world

Lose a keen sense of pain

However, everyone knows I can't do it.

Love is just a cold flame that illuminates a person's deep scars.

extinguish

thank

yu xiuhua

The sun shines on the eaves and poplars.

And the grey magpie on the second branch of poplar.

According to its dazzling white abdomen.

I sat on the dock.

The cat was sitting on another dock, dozing off.

Its head tilted to this side for a moment.

Lean over there for a while.

The sun came into the room from among us.

The pendulum clock seems to have stopped.

Continue in a trivial voice

sway

20 14 12.5 18:39:23

The sunshine is very good.

yu xiuhua

I went to the railway station to buy tickets and watch the sunshine.

Vaguely heard the roar of k268 from Beijing.

I hold my chest tight, like the waves of the Yellow River.

Walk through the long Changning Avenue, cross the Zhupi River and squeeze out the boiling Democratic Street.

In the meantime, I took out the train ticket and looked at it four or five times.

looking at the sun

I saw a man begging with a child in his arms in the pedestrian street.

I felt a note in the train ticket.

Bend down and give it to him.

20 14 12 6 20:22:04

The details of life shine on me in the distance.

yu xiuhua

Speaking of the distance, there is a vast heart: the plains in the north and the water city in the south.

As a dazzling ornament: a woman in red has a reason.

Take the water from the deep well to the ground and water it from dusk to dawn.

Thanks to the sunny day, I settled down in the village and waited for her to meet me.

Our teenagers, middle-aged and elderly people come together, and the lights are jingling.

Oh, the bright sunshine this winter.

His face turned white after slapping the ash on his body.

What attracts him is black. He is golden when he is not on the ground.

Gold needs to be hidden to make sense.

Young man, riding a bike is very fast.

He deliberately delayed for several hours before ringing the bell, which didn't lock the door.

door leaf

20 14 12 2 1 1 1:38:58

moonlight

yu xiuhua

The moonlight in this deep winter is as white.

She is in the yard, and she wants to be illuminated by the moonlight.

A man leaned against a persimmon tree and was crucified.

On Good Friday, she held this persimmon tree and waited for the trial.

Waiting to be released again, the frontier of fate

Moonlight dyes everything white: frost, white time.

white bones

They are all black.

It's like a coffin lying across her.

spring scenery

yu xiuhua

Eagerly observe: a lover drinks with another person for a change.

They came up from the Han River, all the way to spring scenery.

-These are all prepared by me here, ready to give him my whole life.

He called her honey (I never dared to call her that, this snake, this thunder, this destruction)

The canna I planted is hers, and the butterfly I raised is hers.

I have kept the clean sky for half my life, which is also hers.

Even the poems I wrote, the voice I called.

It's hers, too

Watching eagerly: they are dancing in the mighty mountains and rivers.

They don't know that the river bank is yellow.

I don't know people who wander around the water in thin clothes.

Loulan

yu xiuhua

In fact, it was abandoned in an abandoned city deep in the desert.

Actually, it's the whimper of an uncovered coffin in the city.

In fact, it is a water source that a woman repeatedly looks for.

What I love is not mine.

yu xiuhua

At that time, they walked through the pond and their reflections were dancing.

At that time, the clouds were so white that I ignored such a dance.

I saw many things in the breeze: luxury and decadence living on a branch.

In their whispers, they abandoned the human disability.

The light surrounded them tightly.

I just want to howl, just want to howl.

A man deprived of everything.

I don't even have the strength to throw a dagger

source

yu xiuhua

I fell in love with the disturbing experience of this world.

Fall in love with the repeated tacky and heavy spring.

Fall in love with this determination to take on everything and crush everything.

No river can be completely covered.

People who are proficient in water are all related to a river.

sign an agreement

You who are destined to meet me will be fascinated by the fire on the shore.

Will free up a palm

Capture the ashes of Mars.

And I will be praised by thousands of people because of you.

one of

Put aside that little sense of belonging.

A river is as big as the earth.

I can't stop shaking.

Afraid of disappointing this hard-won and insignificant friendship.

Oh, I mean my sadness, despair, even heartbreak.

For forgiving a river.

There is a golden reflection.

20 14 12 2 1: 16:05

bed

yu xiuhua

I spent a lot of time here that I shouldn't have spent.

For example, on a sunny noon, the Chinese rose flowers suddenly opened outside the window.

The cat is rolling in the yard.

Sometimes talking loudly is like a cloud falling from the sky.

I'm not moved either.

All the time in bed is when I am sick.

My chronic lifelong patient made me less ashamed.

Sometimes I want to fill a bed.

Beat your body thinner and thinner. This time is always full of loopholes.

The heart cannot cover the lungs.

This bed is not a wedding bed, but a wooden board is more like a tomb bed.

In winter, my hands and feet are cold all night.

It's like a man giving up everything and dying.

But when the morning comes, I will still jump.

For my rabbit.

To those who smile at me on the road.