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Yu Xiuhua's poems about sex

One of Yu Xiuhua's most dirty poems is as follows:

Yu Xiuhua's "To You"

Original text

For you》/Yu Xiuhua

A simple teahouse, I like you with your simple eyes in front of me

Your beard and the look on your face last night made me sad

Everything I want to bring you has been lost along the way

Except for the withering spring scenery outside the window

After meeting you, you have continued to love others. One after another

I have no right to be jealous, I can only escape again and again

So I have been living to wait for you in your old age

When the crowd has dispersed, I will wait for you The fire of the soul turns to ashes

I love you. I want to hold you

Hold your body that was destroyed in this world

I forgive you for hurting me again and again for them

Because I love you

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I have also had my prime years of desire, and many nights when my body and mind were broken

But I have never exiled myself

I want my body to be the same as my heart Clean

Despite this, it’s not just to see you

Yu Xiuhua’s most famous poem "I Love You". This poem is one of Yu Xiuhua's most classic poems. It has been widely forwarded by netizens. Many people began to pay attention to this rural female poet because of this poem. The biggest feature of the whole poem is that the title of the poem is clearly "I love you", but the word "love" is not used throughout the poem, and only a series of inner monologues are used to interpret the poet's definition of love.

The meaning of "I Love You"

The poet Yu Xiuhua is a peasant woman with an intelligent nature. While others plant crops in the countryside, she grows poetry and love with lush branches and leaves season after season. Because of her disability and poverty, the peasant woman Yu Xiuhua has never found true love. Even if she became famous overnight, this situation did not change. But Yu Xiuhua is still a yearning for love, and she always longs for beautiful love deep in her heart.

The poem "I Love You" is Yu Xiuhua's love monologue. Different from her fiery online image, Yu Xiuhua in the poem is very calm. With her light words and light love, she brings people The light love hidden in her heart.

Yu Xiuhua's most filthy poem

Original text of Yu Xiuhua's "To You"

To You"/Yu Xiuhua

A simple teahouse , I like you with your simple eyes in front of me

Your beard and the tossing look on your face last night made me sad

Most of what I want to bring you has been lost along the way

Except for the withering spring scenery outside the window

After meeting you, you kept loving others, one after another

I have no right to be jealous, I can only escape again and again

So I have been living to wait for you in your old age

Wait for the crowd to disperse, and wait for the fire of your soul to turn to ashes

I love you. I want to hold you

Hold your body that was destroyed in this world

I forgive you for hurting me again and again for them

Because I love you

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I have also had my prime years of desire, and many nights when my body and mind were broken

But I have never exiled myself

I want my body to be the same as my heart Clean

Despite this, it is not to see you

What I long for is my own desire, and love partners are just its accessories. If one day I have to make up my mind to give up the object, it is the loss of imagination that makes me feel particularly uncomfortable, rather than anything else. What a precious structure it was and what I grieve is the loss of love, not him or her. ——Roland

Ten of Yu Xiuhua's best poems

Ten of Yu Xiuhua's best poems are as follows:

1. "I Love You"

Live happily, fetching water, cooking and taking medicine on time every day.

When the sun is bright, put yourself in it, like putting a piece of tangerine peel.

Alternate tea leaves: chrysanthemum, jasmine, rose, lemon.

These beautiful things seem to take me on the road to spring.

So I hold on to the snow in my heart again and again.

They are too white and too close to spring. I read your poems in the clean yard.

This human love affair is like a sparrow suddenly flying by.

The time is bright and clear, and I am not suitable for heartbreak.

If I were to send you a book, I wouldn’t be sending you poetry.

I want to give you a book

Tell you the difference between rice and tares, and tell you that a tares is always on tenterhooks in spring.

2. "Suspicious Identity"

I cannot testify in court. There is snow in my left pocket and fire in my right pocket.

The fire that can start a prairie fire, the fire that can set the city wall on fire and destroy the fish in the pond.

Snow that can cover the road and cover sin.

I have moonlight, I am never bright.

I have a peach blossom, but I never open it.

I have a mighty spring breeze in my life, but it cannot blow me.

I stole a city’s chemical plant, office building, and museum.

I stole its ins and outs, but I was broke.

I am my sinner, let me escape.

I am my judge, condemning me to my own spirit.

I walked through Yingzhong City at midnight, without any clues.

3. "Catching Chickens on the Threshing Floor"

Then I saw a group of sparrows landing. They looked around and it was inappropriate to stop in front of any grain of grain.

Their eyes are transparent and light.

The starlings are also in groups, panicking.

The flapping wings make a bright sound of wind.

After they all left, the sky became less blue.

In this village deep in central Hubei, the sky forces us to gaze at its blue.

Just as our ancestors force us to look at the narrowness and emptiness of our hearts, they also force us to go deep into the abundance of September.

We are comforted by smallness, but also hurt by smallness.

It is reassuring to live like this.

Where did so much millet come from, and where did that golden color come from.

I am given and given away year after year.

When happiness and sadness are the same color, I am happy to be left alone.

I don’t know who I am far away from, but there is no barrier between me and life.

4. "My dog ??is called Xiaowu"

When I limp out of the yard, he followed me.

We walked through the vegetable garden, across the field ridge, and headed north to grandma's house.

I fell into the ditch, and it was wagging its tail.

I reached out and it licked the blood off my hand.

He was drunk, and he said there was a woman in Beijing who was prettier than me.

When there is no way to survive, they go dancing.

He liked dancing women and watching their butts sway.

He said that they can call to bed and their voices are nice.

Unlike me who keeps silent and always covers my face.

I ate in silence, calling "Xiao Wu, Xiao Wu" and throwing some pieces of meat to it.

It wagged its tail and barked happily.

When he grabbed my hair and knocked me against the wall, Xiao Wu kept wagging his tail.

There is nothing he can do for a person who is not afraid of pain.

After we walked to my grandma’s house, we remembered that she had been dead for many years.

5. "Goodbye, 2014"

Like a hug in a foreign land: Goodbye, my 2014.

Like the last farewell in a foreign land: Goodbye, my 2014.

I am slow, passionate, and always left behind by the crowd.

When they waved, I thought there was still time to waste.

I think there is still a lot of time that can be wasted.

2014 is like a simple metasequoia, covered with magpies and sunshine.

Farewell to a tree, farewell to many people, we will never meet again.

May God bless you and be safe, and whether I will return to my hometown.

A person without a hometown carries the next spring in his heart.

Next spring is not far away.

The next spring, there was no dearer sister to meet again.

But I am grateful to those who hurt me deeply.

Thank you also to myself: for the unchanging innocence every time I meet.

6. "Diary: I only exist here"

The croaking of frogs filled the air, but there was still no happiness left in my soles.

This happiness is the smell of new wheat and honeysuckle in the arms of a tacky peasant woman.

And the lingering smell of sunshine on the pajamas.

No one has knocked on my door for a long time, and the path is full of red.

I landed in the world quietly, and I will also quietly hide among all things.

But sadness is always so precious: you confirm my existence.

Only then are we willing to give mercy, sympathy, love, hate and farewell.

At this moment, the smell of tuberose passes through the window lattice.

The buzzing of insects at the door is high and low. I have met so many people before.

In this world without a partner, I am so rich that I am heavier than a piece of wheat.

But I just lowered my head and accepted the moonlight.

7. "Afternoon in Hengdian Village"

It happened that the sun was just right, shining on the ridge of the roof and a row of poplars.

The light shines on a square small pond, the water plants beside the pond, and the creeping ferns.

Canola and wheat are seen.

The time is not smooth enough and is divided by so many plants.

Divided by a cow, divided by a duck in the middle of the water.

It was divided by gestures, and at the same time, it was also divided by me.

I used the time I shared to make up for half my life, and my mother used these scraps to make up a head of white hair.

Only all things are rejoicing - they have gathered together for another spring.

In this spring, we are just trying to warm up Hengdian Village again.

8. "Nothing I Love Is Mine"

At that time, they walked by the pond, their reflections dancing.

The clouds were so white at that time, so I ignored the whirling.

I saw many things in the breeze: lushness and decadence coexisting on the same branch.

In their soft words, they abandon human disabilities.

And the light surrounded them so tightly.

I just want to howl, just want to howl.

A man who has been robbed has no strength to even throw a dagger.

I use pain to please this world. When I notice my body, it is already old and unable to recover.

Pain alternates in many parts: stomach, arms, legs, fingers.

I suspect that I have done a lot of evil in this world and said bad words to the flowers that have bloomed.

I suspect that I love the night and despise the morning.

Fortunately, some pain can be omitted: being abandoned, being lonely, being sheltered by long-term desolation.

I am ashamed to say this: I really don’t love them enough.

9. "Crossing half of China to sleep with you"

Actually, sleeping with you and being slept with by you are almost the same, nothing more than that.

The force of two bodies colliding is nothing more than the flower that this force urges to bloom.

It is nothing more than the virtual spring created by these flowers that makes us mistakenly think that life has been reopened.

In most of China, everything is happening: volcanoes are erupting, rivers are drying up.

Some political prisoners and refugees who are not cared about, as well as elk and red-crowned cranes at gunpoint.

I went to sleep with you through a hail of bullets, and I pushed countless dark nights into a dawn to sleep with you.

I am countless me running into one me to sleep with you. Of course, I will also be led astray by some butterflies.

Regard some praise as spring, and regard a village similar to Hengdian as hometown.

And they are all necessary reasons for me to sleep with you.

10. "Going Home with Mom"

The village expanded the road, and the roadbed was destroyed, along with the moon that had been hanging in the sky.

A rain destroyed the small path that had just been stepped on.

An old woman pulled a woman who was walking unsteadily. One pair of muddy feet dragged another pair of feet stuck in the mud.

One voice said it was wrong, and another voice said it was not wrong.

My 40th birthday was waiting for me late one night not far away. My mother said that I would not be able to celebrate my 40th birthday.

My mother said that I was divorced and my 40th birthday would be boring.

My mother took my hand home, holding it so tightly that I was not allowed to tremble.

The words my mother said were sonorous and powerful, unlike a patient.

After returning home, the light in my mother’s room quickly went out.

I didn’t turn off the lights all night, thinking that this way, I could reach dawn earlier.

Yu Xiuhua "Crossing Half of China to Sleep with You"

Meaning: Even if I really have you, will life be the same as I thought, will I have a second What about secondary life?

The world is so big and we are so small, who cares that we are together? But in life, there are so many rules and so many resistances, how can I have you? But don’t worry about these, I will embrace you with my life.

I miss you day and night, I can’t get what I want, I toss and turn. The struggles, the pain, of life. The sleep here is not sleep, but a kind of intense, selfish, selfless, and powerful possession. It is the most thorough, original and naked confession. I was really hit, hard!

Original text:

Walking across half of China to sleep with you

Actually, sleeping with you and being slept with by you are almost the same, nothing more than that

The force of the collision of two bodies is nothing more than the flower that this force causes to bloom

It is nothing more than the virtual spring created by this flower that makes us mistakenly think that life has been reopened

Most of China , everything is happening: volcanoes are erupting, rivers are drying up

Some political prisoners and refugees who are not cared about

Elk and red-crowned cranes at gunpoint along the way

I went through the hail of bullets to sleep with you

I pushed countless nights into a dawn to sleep with you

I am countless and I run into one and I go to sleep with you

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Of course I will be led astray by some butterflies

Treat some praise as spring

Treat a village similar to Hengdian as my hometown

And they

are all necessary reasons for me to sleep with you

Extended information:

"Crossing Half of China to Sleep with You" was written by the poet Yu Xiuhua A love poem written in October 2014.

The poem is divided into five stanzas, which clearly express the pain of female self-love, but it is not limited to writing about female self-desire. The poet will cast his concern for nature, environment and human nature. Based on one's own survival experience and life experience, "Sleeping with You" realizes the expression of survival difficulties and care for human nature, which expands the horizons of female poetry creation.

In October 2014, Yu Xiuhua went to see a friend of the opposite sex who cherished each other, and then chatted with a group of poetry friends on the Internet. "Everyone was joking all day long. It was originally a joke, 'Crossing half of China to sleep with you.' I thought it was interesting to use this as the title, so I took it out. It was actually a joke with my poetry friends.

Reference materials

Baidu Encyclopedia - Crossing half of China to sleep with you

Original text of "To You" by Yu Xiuhua

To You Poetry recitation

Recite poetry for you. Poetry is a special literary form. Many people like to recite poetry in life, because only by reciting poetry can you better empathize with the poet and make people immersive. Situation, share below

Poetry Recitation 1 for you

"For You"

Author: Yan Rong

Get rid of the heat of summer , kissing the dewdrops in the autumn morning, am I a peanut or sweet potato in time and space?

The sun, moon and stars are my close friends. They bear witness to me and nourish and strengthen your soul with the fragrance and sweetness of my destiny. Bones!

After the lightning and thunder, do you see that the rope of your life is full of pearls of thought?

Pearls of thought are the needles that guide the sea and guide the way in all stages of life? . You

You are the starlight that night travelers look forward to, the rising sun every morning; you are the hope in my heart

I will take you with me and give it to me. The light will illuminate the rest of my life, and I will share it with one bitter fruit after another

At any time, the clock hand ticks, ticking, and cannot penetrate the wall of the heart. In the long silence after the autumn wind and rain, I fight and pass through. , come before you, dawn!

The darkness before dawn seems familiar, and the dying resilience, dawn!

I want to keep my eyes bright, but I have to lower my eyes again and let every inch of time pass by

Poetry Recitation for You 2

"For You"/Yu Xiuhua

A simple teahouse, in front of I like you with your simple eyes

Your beard and the tossing look on your face last night made me sad

Most of what I wanted to bring you was lost along the way

Except for the withering spring scenery outside the window

After meeting you, you kept loving others, one after another

I have no right to be jealous, I can only escape again and again

So I have been living to wait for you in your old age

Wait for the crowd to disperse, and wait for the fire of your soul to turn to ashes

I love you.

I want to hold you

Hold your body that was destroyed in this world

I forgive you for hurting me again and again for them

Because I love you

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I have also had my prime years of desire, and many nights when my body and mind were broken

But I have never exiled myself

I want my body to be the same as my heart Clean

Despite this, it’s not just to see you

Recite poetry to you 3

On the naked high grassland

I believe it all:

My feet, a mare’s heart

Two furrows, barley and dew

On the high On the grassland, white clouds are floating

I believe in genius, patience and longevity

I believe that someone is falling in love with me slowly and hard

Others will not , unless it’s you

We fell in love at first sight

On that high grassland

I believe it all

I believe in me They fell in love at first sight

I love you

Running a long way

The horse slept on the grass

The moon shone on his nose

The moment of loving you

Living in an old granary

Writing poetry at dusk

I was with you

Sitting in the dusk

In the yellow mist of yellow oatmeal

In the dusk of spring

What should I say to you

Dusk is my hometown

You are a girl who grew up quietly in my hometown

You grew up in quiet friendship

Without any sound

You walked all the way to my heart

When she was picking flowers in the northern grasslands

My hands drove through the southern water plants

Open the door with ten fingers

The lonely door

The faces of the sisters under the wooden door of her house

The faces of relatives

Like those in the South Rain

Real rain falls on my head

Winter people

Come like gods

Because I am in winter Fall in love with you