"Love Letters": Yu Xiuhua, my love letters, never written to you
Every year, you have to read a little of Yu Xiuhua's poems, the number of people who write poems is less and less, and the poems worth reading are getting less and less, only Yu Xiuhua, her poems, as before, are always so amazing and emotional, her poems are related to the soul, her poems are related to fate, and her poems are related to love.
She wrote that after meeting you, you kept loving others, one after another, I was not qualified to be jealous, I could only flee again and again, so I kept alive to wait for you to die. Yu Xiuhua's love has never spent a good full moon, never flew with wings, her love is unattainable, her love is love and cannot be, it is a deep regret.
Completely different from the so-called poetry that is now rampant, Yu Xiuhua's poems are only love letters written to himself. And the fashion nowadays is: others walk, they run forward, others run, they kneel, crawl, roll, cloak and scatter to grab the past, must present a different scene.
Not just poetry. The calligraphy world and the martial arts world are all of the same school, thinking that the image of their own spilled dog blood can prove their talent, and what is even more incredible is that there are many people following them. Sometimes it's a little humiliating to think of being in the same world as them, and sometimes when I think of someone like Yu Xiuhua, the shame is much lessened.
I have never been abandoned by fate like her, nor have I swallowed the bitter fruit like her and bred flowers. Fortunately, I read her poems, the crutches that supported her walking on earth, and could also support me, in a broad sense, the people who walked crookedly and twisted were us, and even the flowers and plants on the other side of the mountain, had never been seen.