This poem comes from "The Door" written by Gu Cheng. The original poem:
How I wish I had a door. In the morning, the sun shines on the grass. We stand and guard the gate. It's low, but the sun is shining. The grass is sowing, the wind is shaking the leaves, and we stand without talking, which is beautiful. If there is a door, you don't have to open it. It's ours and it's very beautiful. In the morning and at night, we will wander. We'll give him the lyre and not go. We need land, and we need land that will never be destroyed. We will ride it all our lives. This land is rugged and sometimes narrow. However, it has a history. There is sky, moon, dew and morning. We love the land. We are standing and planing the soil with wooden shoes. The door is hot. We leaned gently, which was beautiful. The grass behind the wall can no longer grow. It just touches the sun with its fingertips.
In front of the door is a poem full of childlike innocence, written in August, 1982. The words are plain and clear, but the rhythm and artistic conception are natural and pure with childlike reverie.
However, this is an adult fairy tale after all. It does not place its own beauty in a distant place, nor dare it fantasize about the future as firmly as a child, but places its hopes in a "doorway" and a "morning". In our opinion, this narrow area "doorway" and this short time "morning" do not seem to symbolize childhood or vigorous vitality, but only the short-term "beauty" that may appear at any time with such childhood fantasies in a long and complicated life.
Gu Cheng is a poet who swam from the Cultural Revolution. Like an elk rising from a swamp, he will not be fascinated by the land full of flowers. So he didn't dare to be generous with his time and space, but seized every moment of his life and chewed it carefully.