So, I simply bought a book of poetry from Gu Cheng, I will breathe like grass, and I will take it out and turn over a few pages when I have time. To tell the truth, his poems are really beautiful, and the simple grass and trees in nature are colorful and unique in his works.
"People can be born as ants and beautiful as gods", "perception is natural reason" and "life has nothing to do with life" ... Poetry always contains fairy tales and philosophies inadvertently, which makes people think deeply.
When I was halfway through my poetry collection, I really wanted to know Gu Cheng thoroughly. So, I went online to Baidu to learn about his life and related information. I think the person who can write so many beautiful poems must be a gentle and independent gentleman.
However, the results are quite different and jaw-dropping. In his short life, he changed from a poet to a "butcher" and finally committed suicide. 1993, due to the change of marriage, he hacked his wife to death with an axe and hanged himself under a big tree. Later, her wife died.
Known as the contemporary "Zock Romantic" poet, he wrote the classic sentence "The night gave me black eyes, but I used them to look for light". What a pity that he died alone in this way!
Later generations analyzed that Gu Cheng's excessive behavior was entirely due to his own personality. Although he is a new-school poet, he has deep-rooted male chauvinism.
He enjoys an English life on the island of Rapids in New Zealand. Enthusiastic lovers and virtuous wives surrounded him like red roses and white roses. Red roses and red roses are unrestrained, which makes his hazy life cloud steam Xia Wei; White rose has the chastity of white rose, so that he can be properly taken care of and the years are quiet.
He enjoyed this imperial life very much, and he thought that the three of them would die in harmony. Unfortunately, in the end, his lover and wife betrayed him. The lover eloped with someone else and disappeared, and the wife also planned to fly away with others. For an instant, he thought that the impregnable building collapsed, leaving only ruins. So he chose mutually assured destruction and went to the grave with his wife.
Every life deserves respect. When he raised the cold axe to his wife, any poetic or grandiose identity disappeared, leaving only one-the butcher.
After watching Gu Cheng's life, I was at a loss. It is hard to imagine that people who wrote so many beautiful poems ended their lives like this.
Reading his poems again, no matter how beautiful the words are, can no longer arouse ripples in my heart.
To death, there is a cloud that will be as motionless as a snow-capped mountain.
Flowers are like fire, and loneliness is like fire.