"Firewood on the field": Yu Xiuhua made me feel that the wind poetry that swept through the field was never a problem, it did not have a fixed, unique, and nailed answer. This is one of the important reasons why poetry has infinite charm. The idea of getting a standard answer from a poem is naïve and unrealistic. The feelings it gives to different readers are always different. What moves you is good poetry. We also don't have to feel sorry for a poem that everyone says is good, because too often people choose poetry, and poetry chooses people.

But friends who know literature always like to talk about "literature comes from life and is higher than life", but in fact, when they really face those literary works with a strong sense of life, they often lack enough goodwill. When I read Yu Xiuhua's "Firewood in the Field", I was deeply touched. The poem is short and may be reproduced in its entirety below.

Later, I actually hummed a song, and the afternoon sun just hit my throat

"To live well, one person is enough." I took off my shoes and bruised the soil

Suddenly fell in love with his little feet

They have traveled thousands of miles in the human world. It's still a small picture

It shelters bad weather

It was long past a time to have a hermit heart

As soon as the human affair is lost, there are clear bones

Whether there is a noble soul or not is not my concern

Wheat grows well in the field

The magpie landed on the tree one moment and on the ground the next

It is entirely certain that without life, imagination alone would never have been able to write the above psalms. I am convinced that this poem is a coincidence of Yu Xiuhua. During an afternoon nap in the fields, the poem came to the poet's mind irresistibly. Its natural beauty eclipses all techniques or theories in an instant. Once again, it tells people that good poetry is never the result of thinking, and that its sudden appearance only favors a true poetic heart. And what is the poetic heart? Just like the little foot that "sheltered one bad weather after another", although "it has traveled thousands of miles in the world", it has not changed its original intention and has no complaints, so it is precious.

If philosophy has never been a mysterious thing, but a metaphysical understanding and perception of ordinary life, which is only occasionally much higher than common sense, then "Firewood in the Field" also has the sparkle of philosophical thought, although it is not dazzling.

In fact, everyone's life is nothing more than to have a "hermit heart", otherwise there would be no saying that "life is a practice". And when I read "Once a human affair is lost, there is a clear skeleton", I suddenly have a kind of worship for the poet, because which person's life is not trapped by love? Human beings have reason and then emotion, and the emergence of words makes poetry possible. None of the earliest written records were poetic. Stop, pull away.

And the only interpretation of "whether there is a noble soul that I do not care about" is that "there must be a noble soul that I care about" - there is no doubt that it is love. It should be noted that this love is not just sex, it contains more. "Field wheat grows well / Magpies fall on the trees one moment, and the next on the ground" It is impossible to write such a verse by imagination alone, and I felt it from the words, and at that moment there was a wind full of goodwill sweeping through the boundless wilderness.

<h1 class= "pgc-h-arrow-right" > poetry is never a problem, it does not have a fixed, unique, nail-in-cheek answer. This is one of the important reasons why poetry has infinite charm. The idea of getting a standard answer from a poem is naïve and unrealistic. The feelings it gives to different readers are always different. What moves you is good poetry. We also don't have to feel sorry for a poem that everyone says is good, because too often people choose poetry, and poetry chooses people. </h1>

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