人间清醒纪录片
迷茫、情绪低落时，是不是觉得做什么都没劲，最近发现一部人间清醒的纪录片《摇摇晃晃的人间》。余秀华是一位纯粹、直率的诗人，有自己的个性，活得通透，她说她是为自己而活，不是活给别人看。诗歌能给她力量，支撑着她往前走，“如果没有诗歌人生真的很空洞”。
董卿是这样评价她的，用最摇晃的步伐写出最坚定的诗句，这些诗句像阳光透过了水晶，折射出她的灵魂和光芒，她不惧怕命运的不公带给她的伤害。选择在诗歌里释放自己。在这个时代，作为诗人的“敢”，余秀华做到了，只要她有能力，她就会去做。
在月光里静默的麦子，它们之间轻微的摩擦就是人间万物在相爱了。
Silent wheat in the moonlight. the slight frictions between them。Are the love-making of all the things on the earth.
我身体里的火车，油漆已经斑驳。
The train in my body, whose paint begins to flake.
坐了很久，两块云还没有合拢，天空空出的伤口，从来没有长出新鲜的肉。五月的草，绿出自己的命，一半在根里，一半在草尖。
Sitting for long, the two clouds arestill not closing up.The wound emptied out in the sky never grows new flesh.The grass of May greens out its life, half in roots, half in tops.
它不慌不忙 ，允许醉鬼 乞丐，卖艺的，或什么领袖上上下下。
It is in no hurry,allowing drunkards, beggars, buskers, or some leaders.To get on and off.
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。
In fact, to lay you and to be laid by you are the same, nothing.But the force of two clashing bodies, but the flower driven by this force.
反正是背负慢慢凋残的孤独:耀眼的孤独义无反顾的孤独。
Bearing, anyhow, the withering solitude: the dazzling solitude.The unregrettable solitude.
难道还有明天，可惜还有明天。
Is it true that there is still tomorrow.What a pity that there is still tomorrow.
一直到最后，两块云也没有合拢。她站起来，身体里全是骨头断裂的脆响。蝴蝶断下的一只翅膀，从草叶上下滑。
Until the end, the two clouds did not close up.She got up, in her body all were the sounds of the breaking bones.A wing was broken off from a butterfly, slipping down the leaves of grass.