Poetry is the Medicine of the World —— Postscript of Yu Xiuhua and Wen Duhua's Poem Liu Nian

Because there are many patients and diseases in the world, human beings invented poetry.

2

You can't take a nap in the office. It is often the most tiring time after one o'clock in the afternoon.

Yu Xiuhua's poems, like a shot in the arm, made my spirit soar.

That day, I didn't get off work until half past six.

three

15 months ago, the window became the father of a boy.

He works in an education and training institution and is usually very busy. In his spare time, his favorite things are reading books, reading poems and writing poems; His favorite poets are Wang Yin and Borges.

If poetry is the best medicine of the world, then the poetry outside the window should be the traditional Chinese medicine that blindly calls Fa Yuan Zhi. It can soothe the nerves, increase intelligence, eliminate phlegm and reduce swelling, and can be used for insomnia, dreaminess, forgetfulness, fright and delirium. "Soft, delicate, quiet and serene. /The father's love for everything revealed in the poem/It is rare among post-80 s poets. " This is the manuscript I wrote for the poem in the window.

According to the convention of magazines, a subtitle should be selected in their poems as the general topic of the published poems.

I chose Scarborough Fair because I like small towns and markets.

I also like the clear sadness in that song.

four

"A cerebral palsy patient who can't work,/has a language talent that ordinary people can't match,/ignores love and unforgettable pain,/makes her words full of weight and strength like full grain,/makes people respect God and women."

-This is my manuscript for Yu Xiuhua's poems.

When I am in a good mood, I will write notes, and I will arrange my notes in rows like writing poems.

five

I have never met Yu Xiuhua, so I made a short interview in order to write this article.

On the phone, although the voice was loud, she couldn't pronounce the words correctly, so she switched to QQ chat. She said that writing is difficult and typing on the computer is better. Living in the countryside, I can't work, but I can walk, just hanging my arms, with strange posture and unnatural expression, and I can gain sympathetic eyes as soon as I go out. In her heart, there are no high walls, no bronze locks and dogs, not even a fence. You can easily walk in, and then you can talk about her cerebral palsy, her husband and children, her love view, and her being beaten. Her IQ is not low, but high She is also a member of the provincial chess team.

"I believe death is fair," she said with a smile. "I believe that I am happy."

Her strength, strength and determination are exactly the same as those in her poem My dog is called Little Witch.

I like that poem very much, including the seemingly redundant ending. Me too.

six

It's three-point poison, and so is poetry.

According to the practice of "Gemini" column, you can send an essay with poems to talk about how you write poems.

In the essay "I just want to read aloud", only his admiration for another poet was written outside the window.

I saw his passion and great love for poetry.

In other words, he has been poisoned too deeply.

seven

Yu Xiuhua and the window, like a pair of antonyms.

One is like fire, the other is like water, the other is like wine burning at 62 degrees, the other is like water dripping from stalactites, the other is bared his teeth with a smile, the other is stumbling to mow the grass on the ridge, the other is sitting there reading like an old monk, the other is still unable to walk, the other is admitted to the university, and the other is cursing the world like a witch.

I prefer Yu Xiuhua's poems, because I grew up in the countryside, because I neglected them, I was deeply hurt, and I was caught by the world and knocked on the wall. More importantly, her poems, put in the poems of China poetesss, are as striking as putting a murderer in the home of a group of ladies-everyone else is neatly dressed, painted and perfumed, and there is no sweat in black and white, but she is smoky and muddy, with obvious blood stains between words.

To be friends, I will choose the window.

eight

When people share the China on the tip of the tongue, some poets, carrying medicine baskets, silently taste a hundred herbs in the depths of white clouds.

nine

Is it from the heart, can you go to the heart.

-this is the standard for me to read poetry.

Whether it is grassroots or everyone's; Is it pear-shaped or hazy; Whether oral writing or saliva writing; Those who are working or oil workers will be divided into two categories by this sieve. What remains on the sieve is a poem that I think is good. If I miss it, I will feel that it is not good enough. This standard is unscientific, and mood and mental state will affect its stability. But I think poetry has little to do with science. Poetry is idealistic, and only conscience and sincerity follow.

Really, this is the only similarity between Yu Xiuhua and Window's poems. "Sincerely and frankly expressing one's feelings" is poetic and picturesque outside the window. "Poetry is the natural expression of the soul", which is Yu Xiuhua's understanding of poetry.

The difference is that Yu Xiuhua later added "What is the soul"?

I don't know whether to ask myself or myself. Anyway, I thought for a long time and didn't answer.

10

I was a little surprised when Yu Xiuhua said that she often called names.

A poetess who often steals people's lives has heard of several poetesss who often call names. This is the first time I have heard of them. She said, "Some people say that she has a bad personality and a defective personality. And I think I don't steal, I don't rob, I don't follow the trend, I just love telling the truth. " Sometimes, in some places, telling the truth is really a sin.

I don't know how she scolded. I think if words come out of her mouth, they may bite like snakes.

1 1

This aluminum window is my favorite furniture in this rental house.

Close it, I will be isolated from the world, open it, I will see the world and the light.

When eating, I habitually stand on the right side of the window, where I can see the gray-blue sky in the corner of the opposite building. Suddenly I thought of the end of the hymn in the window: "Nothing can change its face. Like the sea/forever stirring in the distance. "

-he dared to use "eternity", such a gorgeous word.

12

On weekends, I will also stay at home and write poems quietly.

I write poetry slowly, like boiling a can of Chinese medicine.