Gu can't imitate, indulge or go deep, but his poems can be read for a long time.

I saw a comment on Gu Cheng's poems on Douban, and I remembered such a person who had been away for so long. I have known Gu Cheng since I was very young. At that time, he was my mother's colleague, pale and taciturn, and it was difficult to impress people. Seeing him again is a big photo in the book. At that time, he was far away from the world, and people were whispering about his life and death.

That collection of poems has not been opened for 10 years. As always, I wore children's clothes and slept in a messy box. Looking back, I realized my standards of beauty and love. That's how I was tempted by him. He said he wanted to go to Tibet, and "the higher the place, the closer it is to heaven".

Actually, I want to go, but what attracts me is not Tibet, but Tibetan food. I know many people like the phrase "the night gave me black eyes, but I used them to look for light". But poetry is that you read too much, and you find those obscure poems beautiful.

I like this for a long time.

So many days

I cried on the land.

Tears are big and sweet.

So many days

I am eager to rise.

Long, like green plants.

Wrapped in dusk light.

So many days

There are many grapes.

Fortunately, I cried in the morning light.

Can't answer the curse of the sun

So many days

There is a flood.

The flood left many children behind.

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It seems that I don't read any particularly brilliant books, but I read them quietly at night. I don't know how you feel, but I find it very touching. It's like growing up crying and suddenly facing death. What are those things that died before? It is hope.

And attend to the city, do not imitate, do not indulge, do not go deep. What a great poet needs first is a soul, a soul that is always awake, smiling and suffering, a soul that looks at the reflection of the wine glass and everything and his own soul, a soul that looks at the blood, thoughts and emotions on the river bank, a soul that is loved and moved by the CD-ROM drive and moves forward in the illusion of layers of objects. He doesn't know anything and knows everything. He doesn't ask for anything but knows everything, so he smiles and asks for everything, so he is miserable.

At the same time, you will find many people's nature, simple but dangerous paranoia and extremes. That's yourself! Approaching and deepening is an attraction, so many times I can't help sharing the rhythm and feeling in those poems.

Lost, so personal extreme, obsessed with imagination, plot setting can not be applied to the real life of this society-contradictions have arisen. The contradiction can't be solved. Unless self-awareness is revived and abandoned.

So I don't praise the poet's nature and talent, which is another way to commit suicide, leading to the destruction of the body. All right. That's all. There is too much discussion, and similarity is meaningless.

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