(The previous chapter was blocked, and the first amendment application was not approved after the ban was lifted, and I had to wait forty-eight hours before I could apply again.) I want to tell the big guy who reviewed it, it is a poem that has been strictly reviewed and can be published in a physical book, and the appreciation content is also from a physical book, and I deliberately removed the things that I thought would pass the line...... Why can't the online article pass the review? ）

The biggest difference between Yu Xiuhua and some male poets is that she does not write poems to create chaos.

Those male poets are men after all, and the poems they write with evil human nature are all full of male roughness, and some even look like men should be so wild.

Yu Xiuhua, as a woman, a rural woman with cerebral palsy, from this point of view alone, her courage in creating such poems is commendable, and her realm is obviously much higher than those male poets of the so-called rough genre.

In terms of content, her poems are a little less vulgar and more artistic.

Of course, that doesn't mean she's not wild.

As described in the poem, what is originally a matter of two people, why can only men take the initiative, and women must be passive?

Therefore, Yu Xiuhua roared, the old lady traveled through most of China to find you, to talk to you, not purely to be by you, to please you.

The old lady is there to (*^__^*) to be pleasing to you.

So, the title of the poem, she simply called it that.

That's where she goes wild.

The old lady "walked through the rain of bullets", ran through countless dark nights, went through a lot of hardships, and crossed most of China where "volcanoes are erupting and rivers are dry", with only one purpose.

(*^__^*)！

All the hardships and obstacles I experienced during this period will not make me back down, but will only make me more determined (*^__^*).

In this poem, almost all the artistic descriptions are in the portrayal of everything I saw and experienced in the process for the purpose of (*^__^*).

And all this is to highlight the simple and crude theme of the poem's title.

The title of the poem seems unhealthy, but in fact, the poem does not mention how "I" is (*^__^*) at all, but only mentions some indecent descriptions when describing the difference between 1 and 0.

From this point of view, this poem is not an unhealthy poem, not an evil poem.

It's just a few shouts of an ordinary woman under a heavy life.

Otherwise, why can it be popular, published, and accepted by the mainstream group?

If there is a problem, it will not be spread in public, and it will be banned and banned a long time ago.

Just like Yu Xiuhua's other poem "My Little Dog, Named Xiaowu", it is just simple, plain, unpretentious, and down-to-earth.

It says:

"When I limped out of the yard, Xiao Wu followed

We walked through the vegetable garden, walked through the ridges, and headed north to my grandmother's house

I fell into the ditch and wagged its tail

I reached over and it licked the blood off my hands

He was drunk and he said there was a woman in Beijing who was better looking than me.

When there was no way to live, he and she went to dance

He loves dancing women

Love watching their butts shake around

He said that they would (*^__^*) and have a nice voice.

It's not like I'm silent and always cover my face

I ate without saying a word

Shout Xiao Wu, Xiao Wu, throw some pieces of meat to it

It wagged its tail and barked happily

He grabbed me by the hair and slammed me against the wall

Xiao Wu kept wagging his tail

For a dog who is not afraid of pain, there is nothing he can do

Xiao Wu and I walked to the back of my grandmother's house

Only then did she remember that she had been dead for years."

However, many people, like Li Yihong, are extremely disgusted when they see the title of this poem and the two words (*^__^*) at the beginning.

vulgar, lewd, disgusting, arrogant......

All kinds of derogatory terms fill their minds, and the more literate they are, the more derogatory terms they can find, and the more angry they become.

The net blew up.

In their opinion, the poem is an expression of a strong anti-value, and this value envelops the poet and the lover, and it is not very complicated.

The focus of the whole poem is not on the process, and all the expressions are to embellish the two words of the theme.

It glorifies evil humanity.

They felt that this was the main relationship between Wang Zi'an and the modern man in real life.

Even if an infatuated person travels through most of Daewoo, he can only find such a relationship.

In this world, there is no love and being loved, no mutual understanding, no mutual respect, only the kind of relationship that Wang Zi'an said!

How is this possible?

"My girlfriend and I are in a long-distance relationship, I am in a provincial design institute in southwest China, and she is in a design institute in southern China. Some time ago, my girlfriend went on a long business trip to a small town in the Northeast, and I wanted to go to the Northeast to find her. I saw a call for papers for an academic conference, and saw that the conference was held in a provincial capital in Northeast China, so I stayed up late for two weeks, wrote a high-quality paper, and successfully obtained an invitation to participate in the conference. I also created the opportunity to go on a business trip to the Northeast, although I went by train, more than 3,000 kilometers, and it took more than 30 hours to arrive. After receiving an excellent paper at the meeting, I took a bus for more than 300 kilometers to the small town where my girlfriend was on a business trip, and finally found her. Stayed only one night and returned the next day. Nima, just came back and saw this poem, it's an insult to me and my girlfriend!"

The meaning expressed in the poem is very simple, tonight I don't care about anything, only sleep, active and passive doesn't matter. Most of Daewoo, countless things have happened, and they have nothing to do with you and me. ”

"When I saw this poem, I fell, my humanity swelled, overflowed my heart, and out of the embankment was the river, rushing to you, looking at you. All the pains and the beauty that I have traversed are not the fences that hinder me, but also the urgency to find you, my love. ”

"In a literary and artistic way, I wrote a story about going to the meeting for thousands of miles. ”

"Post-slingist poetry. In the context of today's era when everything is banned and anti-pornography is raging, it expresses the depressed state of mind of a generation, hehe. ”

"From beginning to end, I didn't think this poem was wonderful, but it was because some people's tastes became heavier and heavier that I felt amazing, just look at the daily Weibo hot spots. The second is that the media is also boring, which captures the public's love of watching lively character. Finally, some of the people who make amazing comments are also boring. ”

"Looking at the title, the author means that the interpersonal relationship between our Daewoo people is that kind of relationship!"

"This relationship is only a physical sinking, there is no spiritual independence and freedom, there is nothing to be proud of. ”

This poem is saying that you only have the obligation to pay taxes, and there is no reason not to pay taxes. ”

"Daewoo is so big, in fact, there are only two kinds of people. They are those who pay taxes, and those who collect taxes. Everyone in Daewoo knows that if you can aim the muzzle of the red-crowned crane, it must be the bad guy with the gun!"

"If a poet wants to find someone who collects taxes on his soul, he must pass through a hail of bullets, he must wait until the dawn comes, and he must be strong as ten thousand times to succeed. ”

"Of course, there are other things that can happen, such as volcanoes erupting and rivers drying up. It's all over and over again around us. ”

"Finally, it warns us not to regard other places as our hometowns, not to regard stories as history, and not to treat sleep as love. The poet sees through all this, and for the sake of the meal, he still lies to us that this is spring!"

"Why is there such a dirty poem? It's so ugly, naked vulgarity and pretending to be forced, and most of the Daewoo people are shot and beaten up. ”

Some people think that poetry must have a sense of rhythm, otherwise it cannot be poetry.

They feel that the long sentences at the beginning of this work are difficult to explain, let alone have a sense of rhythm, and they think that they are not poems.

On the Internet, there is a tendency for the whole network to solicit Wang Zi'an.

Seeing this, Ning Yunchong laughed.

King Pingyang, you idiot, you have uncovered everyone's ugly faces, and it is strange that you don't denounce you.

Still, why do you write poems every time after my exercise with the beautiful women?

Ahh

Ning Yunchong was very angry when he thought about it.

It must be like this, otherwise why can't I become a poet?

It is said that God is fair, this person is unlucky, and it must be another person who took away this person's luck.

Ning Yunchong was not convinced, calmed down, and wanted to take a good look at what the poems he wrote were like.

So, he carefully read Wang Zi'an's Weibo.

Forget the English paragraph, he couldn't understand it, so he jumped over directly.

Then, he found that he was confused when he read it for the first time, and when he read it again, he read it word by word, and his heart trembled.

This is probably a poem I wrote, just like me!

It seemed to be talking about myself, because at this moment, I was like the author of this poem, like a bruised beast, screaming hard, and surrounded by incomprehensible circumstances.

The language is so powerful, and when he read it a second time, Ning Yunchong's heart was still trembling.

Read it a few times, each time there are different feelings, Ning Yunchong feels like himself.

I hope for love and strive to pursue love, but it turns out that love is too far from the beauty I expected, and I am disheartened.

Even so, I still expect, still yearn for, and continue to work hard.

Ning Yunchong was moved by himself, in his life, there is a kind of beauty in desolation, and there is a kind of perseverance in sadness.

Reading poetry does not necessarily have to understand the definition of poetry given by the poet himself, as long as the poem touches people in a certain aspect, it is meaningful.

It doesn't matter if the meaning is something that the reader can say or can't say.

Ning Yunchong could read it, otherwise he wouldn't think that he wrote it himself.

This poem is really eye-catching, it seems to be vulgar and ridiculed by everyone, but it is actually higher than too many seemingly lofty poems. Ning Yunchong exclaimed.

"Chong Chong, have you reconciled with King Pingyang?" asked the little female fan next to Ning Yunchong turned over, leaned on his chest, looked at the mobile phone in his hand, and asked.

This is another female fan.

With Ning Yunchong's external image, there is no need to pay money, and it is no problem to change a female fan a day.

Someone in the circle was arrested for looking for a young lady, and his career plummeted, Ning Yunchong sneered.

Idiot, don't you know it's a crime?

Talking to female fans on the phone, Unicom Mobile, and not breaking the law.

If both parties have a significant other, it is immoral at best to be caught.

Smart people should know how to choose.

"This is my ......" Ning Yunchong almost blurted out, saying that he wrote it himself.

In the end, I was not so stupid, I just knew about it.

This is a secret in my heart, a secret that belongs only to me, just like when I was a child, I peeked at my neighbor's aunt taking a bath, and when I saw something about vomiting, I had to bring it into a coffin or urn, and no one said anything.

"I'm not right about people, I'm not as stingy as him, this poem is really good, it's very true, you can look at it. Ning Yunchong handed the phone to the female fan.

Female pink eyes are full of stars.

Chong Chong is so handsome and fascinated.

This is the idol of our family, and it is not in vain for us to eat him.

At this time, somewhere far away.

Zhang Hongdou just woke up.

He said that he was idle at home, but he said that he had no job, but recently the day and night have been reversed, and his schedule is a little chaotic.

Although the quality of sleep is not very good, when he wants to sleep, Zhang Hongdou must lie down.

Sleep more, he can't be beautiful at this age.

But it saves energy.

Saving energy is equivalent to saving food and money.

The money you save can be used to chat with the young lady.

Men, isn't this life just trying to earn money and save money for women?

Because of saving money, the drinks that I like to drink that I didn't dare to buy casually for a long time were broken, and after drinking a few sips of boiled water, Zhang Hongdou didn't turn on the TV to save electricity.

He turned on his phone.

I looked at the electric fan, but it still won't turn on.

When he saw Wang Zi'an's Weibo and the name of this poem, Zhang Hongdou was a little silent.

This prince is really getting more and more powerful.

Isn't it the old me that the poem says?

Thousands of miles away, just for that.

I miss it so much!

Zhang Hongdou suddenly wanted to cut off his children and grandchildren, he used to have a wife, and when he was rich, he was not very enthusiastic about women.

Now, that's a complete burden.

If it can be painless, Zhang Hongdou will not hesitate now.

But modern medicine doesn't seem to be that advanced.

Or maybe it's anti-human research and development, and there is no medical project, so there is no progress in this area.

"He can be so shameless, why can't I let go of that pitiful self-esteem?" Zhang Hongdou began to reflect.

He was popular, and Luan gave up on him, but it doesn't mean that he won't be allowed to take over the job and find a job by himself.

It's just a bar singing or something, Zhang Hongdou can't pull that face, and he still has the expectation that a surprise will fall from the sky.

It's like throwing a coin at a beggar on the street from time to time, but now I can't let myself beg side by side with that beggar.

After touching his bare brain, Zhang Hongdou made up his mind that when his hair grew up, he would go to the bar to sing.

So, Zhang Hongdou, who hoped that his hair would grow up soon, but was afraid that his hair would grow up, brushed his teeth and washed his face to start a new day.

Hong kong.

"The full man doesn't know that the hungry man is hungry, so he doesn't cherish the hard-won good days. Looking at this poem, Wen Naihua was heartbroken.

As long as Wang Zi'an calms down, or don't be so black, disgusting netizens, after a year and a half, the starting point will be very, very high.

But he just doesn't do it, and he doesn't want a good future.

Thinking about it, Wen Naihua felt that he had lost hundreds of millions.

How unjust this world is!

I am willing to give it up, and you abandon it as if you were walking.

In the Binh Duong family group.

No one spoke.

My cousin's Weibo really stabbed a hornet's nest.

People don't know how to speak.

Poetry is good poetry, but, how to say it?

It's like a motor vehicle on the road, on the street full of traffic, suddenly drifting, firmly inserting into a gap.

The driving skills are amazing.

However, it seems that the traffic law is violated - dangerous driving.

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