Spring passes with vigor.

Author: Xu Xiaojiang
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Publish Date: 2005-09-29
Features: Poetry is sometimes like witchcraft to me. It helps me overcome the various difficulties I encounter along the way and those uncontrollable dangers. It allows me to lift my head from setbacks and stand up from pain. It may be useless, but it fills my heart with light. I don’t like to speak. Language is often worldly. For communication, it’s easy to compromise. Compromise is also self-protection. Survival requires constant compromise, so when speaking, I always strive to sound pleasant. I enjoy poetry, where I can talk to myself. This is my world. I don’t interfere with others, nor am I interfered with. I love this freedom. I don’t want to be categorized by gender. My poetry is not feminine; it exudes a different aura: tough, rough, passionate, and even unrestrained. There are also moments of delicacy, where the pain resides in the heart, but it’s not weak. Unlike female opera singers, who are born with natural beauty, I am more like a male dan (a male actor playing a female role), beautiful yet restrained and powerful, with a flavor that embodies masculinity. Fortunately, none of this matters. What matters is the poetry. If you love it, you must see yourself in it. This book is a collection of poems by author Xu Xiaojiang, consisting of over 100 poems. Its style is mostly tough, rough, passionate, and even unrestrained, but it also lacks delicacy and restraint.