The overall style of Gu Cheng's poems is bright and pure, and there are two creative peaks at this stage-1970 to 1972 and 1977 to 1982. Gu Cheng wrote many works of genius during this period. He focused on the beautiful, pure and bright things in nature, supplemented by rich and strange imagination, and created a charming and incredible artistic space for readers and an ideal fairy tale world for himself. He is a born poet, and his creation at this time depends not on social experience, but on his sensitivity to everything and his innate talent. His poems sometimes hide naive children and sometimes live with an excited adult, and the overall style is bright, clean, warm, aesthetic and romantic.
You don't want to plant flowers, you say, I don't want to see them fade a little, yes, you avoid starting to avoid ending.
The grass is bearing seeds and the wind is shaking its leaves. If we stand and don't talk, it is very beautiful.
The night gave me black eyes, but I used them to look for light.
At the center of the universe, a giant star burned. From the burning flame, 10 thousand kindling was spread. They fly, explode and ignite countless nebulae.
Lights, eyelids yellow, no longer flashing. My wandering soul is attached to your window.
In the rising reality, I wander blindly, like the tears of ice flowers, turning into a slowly rising cloud and giving my fate to the wind.
Alleys, long and curved. There is no door, no window, and you are knocking on the thick wall with an old key.
You, look at me for a while, look at the clouds for a while. I think when you look at me, it's far away, and when you look at the clouds, it's close.
I need the craziest wind and the quietest sea.
Everything is clear, but we still miss it in a hurry, because you believe in fate and I doubt life.
You should be a dream and I should be a gust of wind.
I have never been known, so I have not been forgotten by anyone. Living in other people's memories is not my purpose.
Two trees are not forests, and there is a heart under the field.
I have hands, but I don't know how to touch you
I would like to be the moon in the daytime, not seeking dazzling magnificence or chaotic secular tides.
You silently turn to one side and face the night. It is late at night, and there are many lights. They are always together, and we always meet. Goodbye, for goodbye.
I believe everything is a seed. Only after burial can there be vitality.
At the break of reality, dreams merge into the sea.
I know you are in one place, breathing, laughing and breaking the sun sent by a thousand waves.
One must have the sun.