Yes, in order to avoid the end, you avoided the beginning. -Gu Cheng's "Avoidance" 2: You, look at me for a while and look at the clouds for a while.
I think when you look at me, it's far away, and when you look at the clouds, it's close. -Gu Cheng's "Far and Near" 3: Everything is clear, but we still miss it in a hurry, because you believe in fate, because I doubt life.
-Gu Cheng's "Missing" 4: I have never been known by anyone, so I have not been forgotten by anyone. Living in other people's memories is not my purpose.
Meeting is a matter of two people, leaving is a decision of one person. Meeting is just the beginning, but leaving is to meet the next one; This is a world where one person is gone, but we are not good at saying goodbye.
-Gu Cheng 5: I need the craziest wind and the quietest sea. Gu Cheng 6: The grass is bearing seeds and the wind is shaking the leaves.
It's beautiful that we stand without talking. Gu Cheng's Door 7: The night gave me a pair of black eyes, but I used them to look for light-Gu Cheng's Generation 8: How I wish I had a door where the morning sun shone on the grass.
We stood there holding our doors and windows. The door is low, but the sun is shining. The grass is sowing and the wind is waving its leaves. We just stood and said nothing, and everything was fine.
-Gu Cheng's "In front of the door" 9: I have never been known by anyone, so I have not been forgotten by anyone. Living in other people's memories is not my purpose.
-Gu Cheng Early Seeds 10: I hope every moment is as beautiful as colored crayons. I hope I can draw on my beloved white paper, draw clumsy freedom, and draw eyes that will never cry.
A sky, a feather and leaves belonging to the sky, a light green night and apples. I want to draw the morning, dew and smile that I can see.
Draw all the youngest love. -Gu Cheng's I am a wayward child 1 1: You should be a dream, and I should be a gust of wind.
-Gu Cheng's You and Me 12: Go to sleep and close your eyes, the world has nothing to do with me-Gu Cheng's Fantasia for Life 13: The bearer loses. I lost my poem when I wanted to be a poet. When I wanted to be a person, I lost myself.
When you don't want anything, everything comes as planned. -Gu Cheng's Lost Holder 14: Time is running out, the world is still long, and I should take a rest in the middle-Gu Cheng 15: The alley is winding and long, with no doors or windows, and I knocked on the thick wall with an old key-Gu Cheng's Alley Introduction: Gu Cheng (.
Gu Cheng has high attainments in new poetry, old-style poetry and fable poetry. The phrase "The night gave me black eyes/I used them to look for light" of his generation became a classic sentence in China's new poems. Gu Cheng/Kloc-started his writing career at the age of 0/7, contributing to various newspapers and magazines.
1987 began to travel to Europe for cultural exchange. 1988 lived in seclusion in Rapids Island, New Zealand, and lived a self-sufficient life. 1993, 10 year10.8, he killed his wife Xie Ye with an axe and hanged himself under a big tree. Xie Ye died later. The fairy tale stage from 1969 to 1982 is the early stage of his creation, and his overall style is bright and pure. There are two creative peaks at this stage-1970 to 1972 and 1982.
Gu Cheng wrote many works of genius during this period. He focused on the beautiful, pure and bright things in nature, supplemented by rich and strange imagination, and created a charming and incredible artistic space for readers and an ideal fairy tale world for himself. He is a born poet. His creation at this time depends not on social experience, but on his sensitivity to everything and his innate talent. Of course, he is also thinking and exploring attentively, and his poems also reveal a little nothingness and decadence.
The language of Gu Cheng's early fairy tales is concise, with the characteristics of children's language, ethereal and pure, short sentences and beautiful artistic conception. The delicate artistic feeling mixes all sounds, sounds, lights and tastes into a wonderful world. Children can be said to be a unique image, and the image of children in Gu Cheng's poems has its own unique meaning.
The creation of such poetic images should be said to be quite successful. Image-building in performing arts, as a different style in art categories, sometimes has the same effect. Gu Cheng wrote fairy tale elements such as animals and plants in nature in his poems. Technically, personification is often used; From the perspective of writing, it is a childhood perspective; But in artistic style, simplicity comes from a childlike innocence.
Gu Cheng's poems are very natural. Although his poems are far from the appearance of complicated social life, they are close to the real state of quiet and complacent cosmic life.
This is precisely the truest and best state of poetry. Gu Cheng's poems are easy to read, and there are no obstacles in image, language and form.
Gu Cheng's poems are generally short in sentence structure, uncommon in language, ordinary in words and pure and simple in words. In "I am a wayward child", the poet constructed a fresh and beautiful fairy tale world, and with the poet's unique imagination, he broke the shackles of the real world and realized his spiritual freedom.
In Lonely Man in the North and Snowhouse of Eskimo, Gu Cheng not only realized the true meaning of marriage and love in the art world, but also devoted his life to pursuing it in real life, even fighting against secularism and morality for the true love in his heart. The transition period from 1983 to 1986 belongs to the middle period of his creation. The works of this period are a period of self-exploration and transformation of poets, and there are different opinions.
From this part of the works, readers can clearly feel the difference and connection with the works before and after, and this stage is the transitional period of the poet's creative transformation. The works of this period still have a strong fairy tale color, but they also have a deeper connotation. It may be that the conflict between reality and ideal played a role in Gu Cheng, which made him unable to continue writing simple poems invariably and had to deal with it.
2. What are Gu Cheng's classic poems? 1. The flowers in the morning are very thin, the shadows in the afternoon are big and light, and the wind side crosses the fence. On the fresh mud wall, the grass begins to grow —— Gu Cheng's I Will Breathe Like Grass
2, fate is not the wind, blowing around, fate is the earth, wherever you go, you are in fate. -"Ying Er" from Gu Cheng
I am dreaming, and my fantasy is shattered. Fantasy always forgives disillusionment, but disillusionment never lets go —— My Fantasy by Gu Cheng
4. Push open the door and put on the most legal expression. I can't see others, and I can't hide my heart —— Gu Cheng's The World and Me
5. Sleep and close your eyes, the world has nothing to do with me-Gu Cheng's Fantasia for Life
6. You should be a dream and I should be a gust of wind. -"You and Me" from Gu Cheng
7. The clock perches in the church and ticks the time quietly-Gu Cheng's I Will Breathe Like Grass.
8. The stars are all dressed up to go down the mountain, and the bright moon is hesitant but not lonely-Gu Cheng's "I will breathe like grass"
9. Careless branches let me see the moon. And the moon can't see me or the branches-Gu Cheng
10, retreat from the back of the rising waves-the arc of Gu Cheng
1 1. Now the branches are thin and swaying in the wind. We are all gone at the age of twenty —— Gu Cheng's "Ran Ruo"
12, one needs the sun. -"I like to walk on the road" from Gu Cheng
13, I just need to fill them with small flower seeds. I want to know their birthdays-birthdays from Gucheng.
14. The night gave me black eyes, but I used them to look for light-Gu Cheng's generation.
15. The grass is bearing seeds and the wind is shaking its leaves. It's beautiful that we stand without talking. -"In front of the door" from Gu Cheng
Gu Cheng's creative style;
1969 to 1982 is the early stage of his creation, and his overall style is bright and pure. There are two creative peaks in this stage-from 1970 to 1972 and from 1977 to 1982. Gu Cheng wrote many works of genius during this period. He focused on the beautiful, pure and bright things in nature, supplemented by rich and strange imagination, and created a charming and incredible artistic space for readers and an ideal fairy tale world for himself. He is a born poet. His creation at this time depends not on social experience, but on his sensitivity to everything and his innate talent. Of course, he is also thinking and exploring attentively, and his poems also reveal a little nothingness and decadence.
3. Ten of Gu Cheng's most classic poems are well known.
Wen | Gu Cheng
you
Look back at me.
Look back at the clouds.
I think
You looked at me from a distance.
You observe the clouds up close.
generation
Wen | Gu Cheng
The night gave me black eyes.
I use it to find the light.
walking in the rain
Wen | Gu Cheng
Cloudy gray
I can't wash it clean anymore.
We open our umbrellas.
Simply blacken the sky
In the slowly drifting night
There are two pairs of binary stars.
There seems to be no orbital determination.
It's just when it's far away and near ...
alley
Wen | Gu Cheng
alley
It's curved and long.
There is no door
There are no windows.
I took an old key.
Knocking on the thick wall
"Drink"
Wen | Gu Cheng
I put your vows
love
Carve on a candle
See how it goes.
be all tears
Burned out by heart fire
Look at the last idea.
How to die out
How to be blown away by the wind
poetic sentiment
Wen | Gu Cheng
A hazy sunset glow
Against the dark green shadow of the building
You emerge from fog and rain.
Blush after bathing
How many languages and past events
All dissolved in a smile.
We walked into the night sea.
Save the lost stars
Wu dialect
Wen | Gu Cheng
Chewing gum
Slowly shed tears
Fragments attached to the heart
What makes us fall in love?
It is * * * pain.
Not a carnival
This land is curved.
Wen | Gu Cheng
The land is curved.
I can't see you.
I can only see from a distance.
The blue sky in your heart
Blue? True blue
Blue is language.
I want to make the world happy.
The smile froze in my mouth.
Give me a cloud.
Erase the sunny time
My tears need tears.
My sun needs sleep.
bubble
Wen | Gu Cheng
Two free blisters.
Rise from the depths of the ocean of dreams ...
Hazy silver fog
Gone With The Wind
I am like a child.
Catch you and get blurred.
Blowing bubbles in vain.
Back to the land of reality
say goodbye to
Wen | Gu Charlie
In spring
You flick your handkerchief.
Is to let me leave.
Or return immediately?
No, nothing.
Because there is nothing.
Like a fallen flower in the water
Like dew on a flower ...
Only the shadow knows.
Only wind energy knows.
Only the butterfly sighed and began to fly.
Still flying in my heart ...
4. Looking for Gu Cheng's classic poem "Don't" (in spring, I waved my handkerchief lightly) Gu Cheng's spring, I waved my handkerchief lightly. Should I leave or come back right away? No, nothing, nothing because, like falling flowers in the water, like dew on flowers ... Only shadows can understand, only wind energy can understand, and only butterflies that start with sighs are still flying in the hearts of flowers ... "Far and Near" Gu Cheng, look at me for a while, and look at the clouds for a while.
I think when you look at me, it's far away, and when you look at the clouds, it's close. The night in the ancient city gave me black eyes, but I used them to look for light. The alleys of the ancient city are long and winding, with no doors or windows. I took an old key and knocked on the thick wall. Mountain Shadow shows an ancient warrior disappearing around with his battle road. Today he becomes a rescuer, tomorrow he becomes an angel. I'm stuck in countless pebbles that can't hatch. Blue rivers and streams crawl around, engulfing us and quietly spitting us out. There is nothing to do but hope that the grass can prolong its shadow. "Rain goes" clouds can no longer be washed clean. We opened our umbrellas and simply painted the sky black. In the slowly drifting night, there are two pairs of binary stars that seem to have no orbit, but they are far and near.
Bubbles Two free bubbles rise from the depths of the sea of dreams.
The misty silver fog dispersed in the breeze, and I clung to you like a child, bringing the foam back to the real land in vain. I feel that the sky is gray, the road is gray, and the rain is gray. Two children passed by in a dying ember, one bright red and the other light green. The bird quickly turned to the teenager and picked up a penny in the high wind. The back of the vine is stretched by fantasy, and the waves rise by contraction. Dodging over the towering rocks, I headed for the coast. Tell me, I know all the languages in the world. The sea smiled and showed me swimming birds, flying fish and singing beaches, but said nothing to this eternal question. The night approached quietly like a group of masked men. Then I walked away. I lost my dream. There is only the smallest penny left in my pocket. "I was robbed." I told the sun that the sun was chasing the night and was chased by another group of nights. In the evening light, you pursed your lips tightly: "There is only a quarter of an hour left." In other words, there is a tragedy now.
"Ten years, a hundred years apart!" "Thousands of miles apart, Wan Li!" Suddenly you smiled naughtily, revealing your real age. "Forgot a word.
""Well, I must have forgotten a word. "We never thought of this, but the sun has quietly rested.
Blink of an eye in that wrong era, I had such an "illusion". I firmly believe that my eyes are fixed on the rainbow swimming in the fountain, and I look at the pedestrians gently. It turned into a snake shadow in the blink of an eye. When the clock perched quietly in the church, in the blink of an eye, it turned into a deep well red flower blooming on the screen, and I greeted the spring breeze excitedly. In the blink of an eye, it becomes a bloody fantasy of life in order to firmly believe that your eyes are wide open. That song put my vision and dream into a long and narrow shell, and the canopy made of willow branches circled around the long sound of Xia Chan. The wind tightened the ropes of the mast and blew the sails of the morning mist. I set sail aimlessly, rippling in the blue sky, letting the waterfall of sunshine wash my skin black. The sun is my tracker. It pulled me through the journey of 12 hours step by step with a strong light rope. I was pushed by the wind, and the sun disappeared in the dusk. In the dark, I sailed into the harbor of the Milky Way, and thousands of stars looked at me, leaving the new moon-the golden anchor was dim, and the sea was full of muddy icebergs, which hit it-lightning and thunder, and I went. Oh, the universe is so boundless, woven with golden wheat straw, my inspiration and heart are put in, and the wheel is buckled to let time drag on to meet the world. The wheels ran over the grass of thyme and wild chrysanthemum. Crickets welcome me and shake my strings. I melt my hopes into flowers, and the night is like a valley, and the day is like a mountain peak. Go to sleep! When I close my eyes, the world is nothing to me. The horse of time was exhausted, and the yellow-tailed Taiping bird made a nest in my car. I still want to travel all over the world-deserts, forests and remote corners. The sun bakes the earth like a piece of bread, I walk barefoot, and I print my footprints all over the earth like a stamp and integrate into my life. I want to sing a human song in the universe after one thousand years. In early summer, the dark clouds gradually thinned out. I jumped out of the round window of the moon, jumped over the beautiful and quiet stagnant water and returned to the village. On the fresh mud wall, grass began to grow. Every wooden door is as brand-new and clean as acacia flowers. Enough is as silent as a blank envelope. Don't trust me, and don't trust others to put the lovesickness flowers that haven't woken up in pairs of knockers to open all the stories. At first, it was full of fragrance and surprise. As the morning approached, I climbed the tree quickly. I took off my straw hat and habit sheath and became a light green cicada. Yes, I'm going to call a rooster. All the early girls will go to the fields to pick the red cherries left by spring and smile. The sun flashed in the sky and was covered by dark clouds. The rainstorm washed away the film of my soul. At the end of the moment-the collapse stopped, the sailboat with the head of a giant on the river slowly passed by and unfolded in a dark yellow. How many beautiful green trees are crying and twisting? The body is crying and caressing the soldier. The broken moon was hidden in the thick fog by God. It's over. After the rain, Shui Yuan was silent. On the expansive land of purslane, the wings of thousands of insects no longer vibrate. Water lice chase trembling petals, moisten red and light blue, desperately love broken branches and floating foam, and sell stolen colors.
The willow in the distance sticks out its hair. For the first time, it understood why it was unhappy. My canoe (1) My canoe, without paddles and sails, floats in the middle of the sea, without paddles and sails.
Wind, wind of fate, emotional waves, please engulf me or send me back to the other shore, even if it is a dream, even if it is a dream.
I look forward to that quiet harbor; I am looking forward to the golden beach; What I am looking forward to is-the girl on the shore meets her, meets her, meets her! (2) My canoe, without rudder and rope, floats in the world, floating in the world, without rudder and rope. The wind.
5. What are the good poets in the ancient city?
Gu Cheng
The night gave me black eyes.
I use it to find the light.
far and near
Gu Cheng
you
Look back at me,
Looking back at the clouds,
I think
When you look at me from a distance,
Observe the clouds at close range.
Wang Qiu
Gu Cheng
The car crawled on the plain,
Like one beetle after another;
Maple trees sparkle halfway up the mountain,
Like eyes burning with passion.
a dirty night
Gu Cheng
It's been raining,
The light is still on.
The wide road is flashing,
The night sky seems to be full of stars.
Looking up at the darkness in the sky,
As heavy as the earth.
Stars and life
Gu Cheng
The stars look at people who are awake and asleep,
The earth snores loudly in the dark;
I suddenly thought of life,
Because of life, the stars and the earth have sound.
Stars blink, stars don't know their eyes,
The earth sleeps without dreams;
They are dead, but they are said to be alive.
This is all because we have life.
Life is scattered in heaven and earth,
It is the most beautiful crystallization of heaven and earth;
But it flashed by and came to an end involuntarily.
It sees heaven and earth, but it can't see.
My fantasy
Gu Cheng
I'm imagining,
The illusion is shattered;
Fantasy always forgives disillusionment,
Disillusioned, but never give up fantasy.
Give or accept as a souvenir.
Gu Cheng
From a distant western paradise,
Judging from the afterglow,
A maple leaf flew in,
A flame flew in.
I picked it up,
As a permanent souvenir.
I want to use it.
Gu Cheng
I want to use countless beautiful poems,
To describe the outline of the universe;
Dedicated to the mysterious nature,
Mountains and rivers dedicated to the motherland,
Dedicated to the fairy tale world,
Give it to the light and heat of the sun.
Poetry without a name
Gu Cheng
I am the source of poetry,
Sweet spring water
It's my poem.
It doesn't flow to the ocean of literature,
I wish I could wash it off-
The sadness and boredom of the world.
Everything is in a cycle,
Everything is changing,
Everything is moving,
Everything is moving forward?
A never-ending river;
Rolling mountains and rivers;
Earth-shattering drought and thunder;
Lightning that tears the rain clouds.
Ah-
How many mysteries,
How many dreams?
How wronged? ……
Everything about metabolism;
Vast and mysterious nature;
Endless universe;
Dark and silent space.
Ah-
How many days?
How many generations
How many light years? ……
In the dust of the universe—
On earth,
But I don't know how many things have changed,
How many people have changed?
PC (personally, this is his best poem)
6. Gu Cheng has a classic poem, the less the better. 1. There is a classic poem from Gu Cheng. The night gave me black eyes, but I found the light with it.
2. The attached original text is as follows:
A generation
Gu Cheng
The night gave me black eyes,
I use it to find the light.
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The whole poem is just one sentence. There is nothing to say. This little poem, with only two lines, shook the whole poetry circle after the publication of the third issue of 1980 Star. No matter who holds a positive or negative attitude towards this poem of Romon, it has been unanimously praised.
It is brand-new in aesthetic principle. It avoids the direct expression of emotion and abandons the real narration of the scene. It does not deliberately construct a complete artistic conception, but highlights an unusual pair of "black eyes" (a symbol of a generation's awakening) on a thick black background by metaphor. It seems that you can see a beam of white light coming out of a gap in the dark clouds. The whole poem is like a three-dimensional print.
"Night" and "light" form a sharp contrast between dark and bright colors, and "black eyes" are deformed intentions and permeated with strong emotional colors. This artistic expression has aroused readers' imagination, so the suffocating times appear on the screen of imagination, distorting the younger generation who grew up in absurd reality, and the tenacious spirit of seeking broke out from the potential buried in their hearts. This is a statue of a whole generation.
A set of simple intentions of "night-eyes-light" constitute an open space-time. ............................................................................................................................... It is a unique law of poetry that ....................... expresses infinity in finiteness and profundity in simplicity. The pioneers of the new poetry tide are pursuing the return of human nature and the return of poetry itself.
This little poem embodies a style of modern beauty. It breaks the traditional harmonious composition, creates a shocking artistic effect with a disharmonious image combination, and forces people to reflect on history.
Three. About the author:
Gu Cheng is an important representative poet of China misty poetry school, and is known as a contemporary "Left-leaning Romantic" poet. Gu Cheng has high attainments in new poetry, old-style poetry and fable poetry. The phrase "The night gave me black eyes/I used them to look for light" of his generation became a classic sentence in China's new poems.
1956 was born in a poet's family, and his father was a famous poet Gu Gong. Gu Cheng/Kloc-started his writing career at the age of 0/7, contributing to various newspapers and magazines. 1987 began to travel to Europe for cultural exchange. 1988 lived in seclusion in Rapids Island, New Zealand, and lived a self-sufficient life. 1993, 10 year10.8, he killed his wife Xie Ye with an axe and hanged himself under a big tree. Xie Ye died later.