这是最底层的女人发出的呐喊,这是最倔强的心灵喷涌的愤怒,这是最柔弱的躯体忍受的疼痛,这是最悲惨的人生绽放的花蕾。一野花:没名没姓/一天天长大/没人灌溉/忍不住开花这是我写的诗,取名野花。我无法选择我的出身,如果可以选择,我的本意是不愿意来到这个世界。我父亲的父亲名叫活步成。他的名字一语成谶,21岁,军阀混战,不幸战死,说是战死,也只是拿 This is the shouting cry of the bottommost woman. This is the most stubborn heart-blowing anger. It is the pain of the weakest body to endure. It is the flower bud of the most miserable life. A wild flower: no name no name / growing up / no irrigation / can not help but bloom This is my poem, named wildflowers. I can not choose my origin, if you can choose, my intention is not willing to come to this world. My father’s father is called a living step. His name is Kaohsiung, 21 years old, warlord melee, unfortunately killed, said to be killed, and only to take