There is an existential spirit of "no fantasy, no despair" in forefinger's early poems (although he may not know the term at that time). What deserves special mention is his Mad Dog, which can be said to be a unique work in China's poetry. The philosophical depth of reflection on ontology is enough to compare with some works of Dostoevsky. Admittedly, he also wrote some mediocre works, but as long as we think about it, it was an era when jokes could lead to jail, and we should understand and even respect it.
Guo Lusheng is a talented poet, but he never pretends to be a genius; He was famous among young people at that time, but he was never proud of his poetic name. His life is simple. He always wears a clean, white-washed old military uniform and a pair of old military rubber shoes. He never deliberately beautifies himself. Maybe it's a common problem of poets. In junior high school, he was associated with alcohol and tobacco, which has been repeatedly banned for 30 years, seriously affecting his health.
Poets are naturally sentimental, especially Guo Lusheng. In my memory, his eyes have never been bright with happiness. Whether he squinted and recited poems affectionately, or opened his eyes wide with surprise, his eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of fog, overflowing with melancholy and faint sadness.
When it comes to contemporary poetry, people all know Beidao, but most people don't know a person who has had a profound influence on Beidao's poetry-forefinger.