As long as I live seriously
Author Yu Xiuhua
It has always been convinced that a person in heaven and earth has a close connection with some things, and then produces a deep love, so that it is impossible to give up, this is a kind of fate. For example, I love, ache, chase, rejoice, and there are many, many losses in poetry— poetry connects all the emotions of my life, and nothing makes me give so much, persevere, be grateful, and expect, so I thank poetry for coming to my life, presenting me, and hiding me.
It really is: when I initially wanted to express myself in words, I chose poetry. Because I have cerebral palsy, it is also very difficult to write a word, and it requires me to use the greatest strength to maintain the balance of the body, and to use the greatest strength to press the left hand on the right wrist in order to twist and twist a word. And in all genres, poetry is the one with the fewest words, so it's a natural thing.
At that time, the branch text could not be called poetry, it was just some words that made me feel liked, and when the twisted words were written all over the book, I was so happy. When I showed my teacher a poem from a diary, his message to me was: You are such a cute little girl, and every bit of life has become poetry. This simple sentence made me very moved, and it is enough for a person to be praised and cute. I decided that such cuteness would follow me for the rest of my life, and so did I.
For me, it is only when I write poetry that I am complete, quiet, and happy. In fact, I have not been a quiet person, I am not willing to accept such a fate, I can not go against the grain, but all my struggles have failed, I will shrew and curse the street, of course, I am a peasant woman myself, I have no reason to completely get rid of its inferior roots. But I would never have imagined that poetry would be a weapon, and even if I did, I wouldn't use it, because I loved it too much, because I couldn't do it. Even though there is no clean place where I am polluted by this society, and back to poetry, I am clean again. Poetry has been cleaning me, compassion for me.
I never thought about what poetry should be written or how. When I am anxious about my personal life, I don't care about the country, I care about humanity. When I write about this at some point, it must have been that they touched me, warmed me, or made me really sad and worried. A person who lives well means that society itself is good, and vice versa. As me, a person with obvious disabilities, the tolerance of society for me reflects the soundness of society. So I think that as long as I live seriously, my poetry will have a serious luster.
For example, this night, I wrote this poem related to the text, in the noisy Internet café, no one knows my inner happiness and quietness. In the team that participates in the training of the provincial games (I am a chess player), I am the most reticent, I have nothing to express in words, I prefer to look at the sky alone. Living to this age, there are already too many words to say. But poetry has always been with me, and when I think about it, it doesn't reject me.
And what poetry is, I don't know, I can't say, but the emotions are jumping, or diving. But when the mind calls, it comes in the form of a naked child. But when a man staggers around the shaky world, it acts as a crutch.
