We met late
I have nothing else to give you
Except for the simplest likes
I don't want you to give me anything else
You can tolerate me like a child
Just make me happy enough
We occasionally meet, chat, drink
I look at you and laugh
You watched me make trouble
I think so
It's not empty joy...
Some time ago, Yu Xiuhua announced on the Internet that she and the 90s little boyfriend fell in love, the video of the swing, the whole network was in an uproar, and a woman in her 20s with a physical disability fell in love, everyone was questioning the purpose of the little boy after the 90s, worried that Yu Xiuhua would be deceived, and people and money were empty. But she said that those who longed for love in the first place were kicked in the head by donkeys, growing up and colliding with each other. If fate still has a fork in the road, bow goodbye. I have to say that this woman lives a really transparent life.
How many of those young couples who were like glue paint in the end were whiteheads because of love?
I'm afraid it's more about the responsibilities of family roles or the emotional dependence on each other.
In the first half of her life, she lived in the mud, when she was born due to abortion, lack of oxygen became a child with cerebral palsy, mobility problems, speech is not clear, high school graduation is idle at home, 19 years old because her parents are worried about the second half of her life recruited a tramp as a son-in-law into her family, how can the two souls of the world collide, the person who is bent is the most painful. The sludge is sludge after all, and the lotus root is the lotus root after all, she said: The silt of this village cannot pollute me. The worldly murder of this village cannot kill me. She said: "I delight in life with pain. She, writing poetry in the mud, lives in the clouds.
In "Across Most of China to Sleep with You," she writes,
I went through the rain of bullets to sleep with you
I am pushing countless nights into a dawn to sleep with you
I am countless of me running into one I go to sleep with you
This explicit language, this unabashed lust.
People said to him: Can any goods call themselves poets in these years?
She scolded others: What's so strange about that? Aren't there goods like you who treat yourself as a person these days?
She writes:
Baba was alive, fetching water every day, cooking rice, and taking medicine on time
When the sun is shining, put yourself in it, like a piece of tangerine peel
Tea leaves are taken in turns to drink: chrysanthemum, jasmine, rose, lemon
These beautiful things seem to take me on my way to spring
So I held down the snow inside me again and again
They are too white and too close to spring,
Such an outstanding soul, she is trapped in a disabled body, trapped in 20 years of cruel marriage, she longs for beauty, longs for love, longs for the sun, what is wrong with her?
No matter what he is after 90, no matter how big his age difference is, whose life is not a journey, the mutual attraction in the depths of the soul is accompanied by a journey, who wants to sleep, a warm one, there is no regret after experiencing it.
If a woman has been given only a soul by God, allow her to fall.