Don't be thankful for suffering, but be grateful for being strong in the face of suffering. Let's start with a poem:
When I pay attention to my body, it is already old and powerless
Many parts of the body exchange pain: stomach, arms, legs, fingers
I suspect that I have done a lot of evil in this world
Speak ill of the flowers that have bloomed. I suspect that I love the night
Despised the morning
Fortunately, some of the pain can be omitted: abandoned, left behind
Taken in by a long desolation
I'm ashamed to say this: I really do it to them
Can't love enough
- "I Pleasure This World with Pain"
This is written by a rural woman who is disabled, unattractive, ill-fated, and longs for love but does not get it. With her unique vision and sensitivity, she insisted on writing about rural life and her own thoughts, relying on her frankness and fearlessness, which tickled the contemporary poetry circle and the hearts of tens of thousands of readers. Whether you praise it, destroy it, or scold it, she has always been a maverick, doing her own thing, and not changing her original intention.
Some people say: Her poems are "small me", which the author admits, but how can I become a big self without a small self, and how can I sweep the world without sweeping a house? We are accustomed to talking about national and international affairs, but can we help, or do we just talk about it? We tend to be ambitious about big ideals, and we are always talking about helping the world, but are they too empty, or are they just flashing words?
In fact, the ego is also the public, and it is precisely because of the existence of individuals with unique endowments that they have become all sentient beings. If her poems can move you, him, and countless people, then she is achieving the greater self, and therefore has universal meaning and value.
Yu Xiuhua, a contemporary female poet, was born in Hengdian Village, Shipai Town, Zhongxiang City, Hubei Province in 1976. In 2009, Yu Xiuhua began to write poems, and in 2014, "Poetry Magazine" published his poems, which were then discovered by the poetry magazine editor Hunan poet Liu Nian, and led various media reporters to come one after another, and then became popular.
In 1995, Yu Xiuhua started her first marriage journey with a man who was 12 years older than him, which ended in 2015; In January 2015, during the filming of a documentary on Youku, Yu Xiuhua fell in love with a literati much older than her, and was rejected after confessing, crying until she vomited blood; In 2022, Yu Xiuhua and her post-90s boyfriend, who is 14 years younger, announced their relationship, and 69 days later, Yu Xiuhua, who was suspected of domestic violence, announced their breakup.
In these days, if a poet can't write about pain, I think it's immoral, someone said. Yu Xiuhua once confessed to Li Jian, and Li Jian, who is known as a music poet, said of her: Write poems in the clouds and live in the mud. This sentence is a good summary, she lives in the gutter, but still looks up at the starry sky.
The white eyes and sufferings suffered by living at the bottom for a long time and being physically disabled, as well as noble thoughts and aspirations, will undoubtedly make Yu Xiuhua catch a pen from the clouds, touch more about the essence and true meaning of life, think what ordinary people can't think, and what ordinary people dare not do. Yu Xiuhua herself said: The topic she writes about the most is love. "I write about the love I can't get. There is a saying that 'what is lacking, make up for it'. You have to be at a distance from your body to see something. Writing poetry is writing about this distance. "Poetry is a bridge, connecting the shadow of the ideal and the appearance of reality, it is life that ruined Yu Xiuhua, and it is poetry that saves Yu Xiuhua.
Once, having a naturally sensitive and rich soul, but no one resonated, was Yu Xiuhua's greatest sorrow; Nowadays, more and more people have known and understood Yu Xiuhua through poetry, which is undoubtedly her luck! Yu Xiuhua's image as a "disabled and inspirational female poet" has long been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people and is outstanding.
Only after understanding the above can you feel the author's seemingly chaotic and unruly original writing, unrefined arrangement and layout, bold and pungent imagination and metaphors, and eloquent monologues and whispers. It completely overturns the inkwell of the original poem, giving people a refreshing feeling and experience, like Zuo Di crossing the world and sweeping the eyebrows.
The language is like a mine, Yu Xiuhua is a miner, and the dark dungeon is full of eyes looking forward to light. Her entanglement and helplessness, her misfortune and struggle, are all presented one by one in the process of cultivation, with blood and tears.
In China's vast rural areas, and even in the cities, people who have similar life experiences to Yu Xiuhua are by no means alone, but they can't speak, dare not say, and can't write, so they can only bear everything silently for the sake of their families, until the oil runs out and the lamp dries up and the world disappears.
So I want to say that Yu Xiuhua's appearance is not to compete with ordinary poets and be jealous, one is shorter and longer, but to feel and appeal to herself. Even if her creation can't move everyone, as long as she can move herself, it's enough, enough for her to entertain herself alone, enough for her to shake through this life......
Finally, I attach an old poem that should be appropriate for the occasion and echo the following theme:
Yu Xiuhua, a demonic woman
You're covered in blood and crawling out of the delivery bed
The baby in his arms screamed
Scared away all the doctors and nurses in the township hospital
You walked through the fields, paralyzed
Longing for rice seedlings and weeds to support
What they waited for was a series of sideways
The wind always comes later than the moonlight
The night extinguished all the lights of Hengdian
The dream pressed against the creaking cot
A hand suddenly grabs your long hair
Slam the shame against the wall
A tear crawled through the window and flew to the moon
You're covered in dirt and you're breaking into the city
Sing that heartfelt ballad of hell
Shocked all the well-dressed
You're unkempt and begging along the streets
As everyone knows, what you lack is only simple food
What they lack is the loss of their souls
You are like a mother animal in heat
Deliver the most primitive menstrual blood to the world
Let those who have been in captivity for a long time bleat like a flock of sheep
You confidently rush to the center of the catwalk
Smoky makeup and stinking sweat
Forced back all the fat powder smell and beauty
Yu Xiuhua is a demonic woman
I don't know from which layer of the demon realm
Broken wings descend on Zhong Xiang
You are a murderer
deprived the poet of his last self-confidence and self-esteem
Endure their saliva, semen and cannonballs
You broke their lips
Gouged out their eyes
Let them wail with their upper bodies
The lower half of the body is paralyzed
You're in pain and happy
In his own kingdom, he lives like Wu Zetian
Nowadays, many people have fallen in love with it
The scent of barnyard rice flowers on your hairpin
Let them have empty foul language about your flesh
But there is no desire to rush against your soul!
(Text/Hua Ling)
Author: Hua Ling, formerly known as Liang Chenghao, male, Han nationality, born in 1974, from Wolong District, Nanyang City, Henan Province. He is a contemporary Chinese avant-garde poet, a cutting-edge writer, and a columnist of the Reading Sleep Poetry Society. He is now a local village doctor. The first collection of poems, Love Songs and Lamentations, was successfully published in Henan Zhongzhou Ancient Books Publishing House in April 2015, and won the silver medal of the third New Poet Award held by the Chinese Poetry Society in Beijing in June of that year, and the bronze medal of the second Red Sorghum PEN Club in Qingdao in August. The second collection of poems, "Beauty Snake", is also being planned for publication.