Thirteen Best Poems by Yu Xiuhua

1, we all like this kind of light, although it is fleeting. But you are still you, and there is a name that makes my heart tremble when I shout. The wind blows

I want to be a child of the sky, even if it takes back my inner wings. The wind blows across the field.

I can't see the wind, just like love can't see it, but the treetops are shaking. I stayed in the yard all morning. A turbulent world

I am my own disaster, and you are three-quarters of the disaster. Self-mockery on the 37th birthday.

First of all, I exposed enough paper to write many lies until you believe it. Moonlight in the left hand