Selected poems of Yu Xinjiao, why Yu Xinjiao was imprisoned

In 1993, when the famous poet Yu Xinjiao was lecturing at universities in Shanghai and Hangzhou, he formally proposed and worked to promote the "Chinese Renaissance Movement". He believes that this is a movement for the comprehensive rejuvenation of the people, and a movement for the Chinese nation to shoulder the dual mission of social justice and cultural reconstruction. In July of the same year, Yu Xinjiao published an article entitled "Setting off the Chinese Renaissance Movement" in the monthly magazine "Starlight", which aroused the echo of many famous social figures such as Wang Meng.

Many suggestions were also received. Yu Xinjiao accepted the suggestions of many participants and supporters, and officially changed the term "Chinese Renaissance Movement" to "Chinese Cultural Renaissance Movement". In the years that followed, dozens of writers, poets, and scholars raised their voices under the banner of the "Chinese Cultural Revival Movement" to advance the freedom of culture, thought, and religion that was not bound by political ideology.

After that, it triggered a high-end large-scale discussion on the Chinese Renaissance and Chinese cultural revival at home and abroad in 2006.

Yu Xinjiao, formerly known as Yu Xinqiao, was born in Fujian in 1968, his ancestral home is Shaoxing, Zhejiang, is one of the outstanding thinkers and representative poets of contemporary China, and his widely circulated poetry includes a generation of famous poems "The Last Lyric", famous works "Longing for Heroes", "Epitaph", etc., a number of long poems with spiritual foresight for contemporary China, as well as **, scripts, and theoretical works.

I don't know what kind of poem the longing hero is, but I haven't found it for a long time.

The lost youth also carries those things.

Good morning, glad to help you out.

I cut my hair short and cut my care.

Picking flowers is a sense of responsibility and seeing the overall situation Knowing that others drop money and pick up money shows selfishness.

The world is going down. Remember "Le Yang's Wife" no.

"Mihabo Bridge".

Apollinaire. Guillome.

Under the Mihabo Bridge the Seine flows.

Our love. Whether it's worth lingering on.

But knowing the bitterness will eventually come to you.

Let the night fall, let the final sound ring.

Time has passed, and I'm still here...

Epitaph" Yu Xinjiao in my motherland.

Only you haven't read my poems.

Only you have never loved me.

When you know where I'm buried.

Please choose the most beautiful spring.

Take the brightest path.

Come and confess your mistake to me.

It's going to rain on this day.

Please come back another day.

The milk vetch that has not yet opened on this day.

Please open them early.

In my sunny homeland.

The motherland of the moon is thousands of miles.

Lights on the motherland of every household.

Only you haven't read my poems.

Only you have never loved me.

You are the only shadow of my bright motherland.

You have to admit your mistakes to the blue sky.

Admit your mistake to Baiyun.

Admit your mistakes to the green mountains and clear waters.

Finally admit your mistake to me.

Finally, if only the heart was still alive.

How nice it should be. I like you are silent".

Neruda: I like you are silent, as if you have disappeared.

You listen to me from afar, but my voice cannot reach you.

It's as if your eyes have flown away, like a kiss that seals your mouth.

Just as all things fill my soul, you emerge from all things and fill my soul.

You are like my soul, a butterfly of dreams, and you are like the word melancholy.

I like that you are silent, as if you are gone.

You sound like you're lamenting, a butterfly singing like a song.

You hear me from afar, and my voice can't reach you.

Let me be silent in your silence.

And let me speak to you through your silence, which is as bright as a lamp and as simple as a ring.

You are like the night, with silence and stars.

Your silence is the silence of the stars, distant and bright.

I like that you are silent, as if you are gone, distant and sad, as if you are dead.

At that time, a word, a smile, was enough.

And I'm going to be happy, happy because it's not real.

ps: Let's start with three songs :)

Farewell Cambridge.

Xu Zhimo gently I left, just as I came gently;

I beckoned softly, and made a cloud of the western sky.

The golden willow on the bank of the river is the bride in the sunset;

The beautiful shadow in the waves ripples in my heart.

The green wattles on the soft mud are swaggering at the bottom of the water;

In the soft waves of the River Cam, I am willing to be a water weed!

The pool under the shade of the elm is not a clear spring, but a rainbow crumpled in the sky among the floating algae, precipitating a rainbow-like dream.

Looking for a dream? Hold a penny, wander towards the greener grass, load a boatload of starlight, and sing in the starlight.

But I can't play songs, quietly it's a parting sheng flute;

Xia Worm is also silent for me, and silence is Kangqiao tonight.

Quietly I went, as quietly I came;

I waved my sleeves and didn't take a cloud with me.

If I could meet you again.

Absolutely no longer let go of your hands.

Tell that spring is coming to an end.

Flowers and Fruits and a Fog Flower.

A song that awakens and remembers in my heart.

It's still so beautiful.

time after time

A miracle that meets you.

In that breeze slowly blows through the street.

Quietly holding hands.

Walk the ramp together.

A promise that has not been forgotten until now.

Your voice can be heard in the wind.

Distant memories as cold as thin ice.

I once swore that I would never know the horror of being hurt.

When will it be again.

In this same place.

At the time of the day of the thin red season.

Let's meet again with a smile on our faces.

time after time

A man in the street with petals dancing.

Although it can't be recovered when it is scattered, the same scenery that has not changed from that day has also fallen gently.

Like the petals of a flower fluttering in the wind smoothing the surface of the water.

Precious memories are so sad.

Even though people are lonely, I don't want to be like that if you don't look for someone you miss.

Purity is the pursuit of illusory but easily destructible things.

time after time

If I meet you again in the cherry blossom-dyed street.

No more conventions.

This time it must be.

Be by your side, who is more vulnerable to injury than anyone else.

Life was once precious, love was more valuable, and if it was freedom, both could be thrown.