One day you finally knew what you had to do, and began, though the voices around you kept shouting their
Dear T., 1. Dear self: today you turn thirty-one. Do you feel that? Do you feel your bones adjusting to
You do not have to be good. You do not have to walk on your knees for a hundred miles
Who made the world? Who made the swan, and the black bear? Who made the grasshopper? This grasshopper, I mean-
其实，睡你和被你睡是差不多的，无非是 两具肉体碰撞的力，无非是这力催开的花朵 无非是这花朵虚拟出的春天让我们误以为生命被重新打开 大半个中国，什么都在发生：火山在喷，河流在枯 一些不被关心的政治犯和流民 一路在枪口的麋鹿和丹顶鹤 我是穿过枪林弹雨去睡你 我是把无数的黑夜摁进一个黎明去睡你 我是无数个我奔跑成一个我去睡你 当然我也会被一些蝴蝶带入歧途 把一些赞美当成春天 把一个和横店类似的村庄当成故乡 而它们 都是我去睡你必不可少的理由 — 余秀华 (Yu Xiuhua)
