In front of the door
Gu Cheng
How I wish there was a doorway.
In the morning, the sun shines on the grass.
We are standing.
Grab the door leaf
The door is low, but the sun is shining.
The grass is bearing seeds.
The wind shook the leaves.
We stood without talking.
It is very beautiful
There is a door, don't open it.
If it is ours, it will be very beautiful.
Appreciate:
In front of the door is a poem full of childlike innocence, written in August, 1982. Words and expressions are plain and clear, and the natural innocence of rhythm and artistic conception is completed 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.
Autumn, the most beautiful season, the golden sunshine is accompanied by yellow leaves and the gentle wind in my ear.
It's beautiful when we stand and say nothing.