These two sentences sharply and powerfully summarize and ridicule the absurd reality caused by ten years of turmoil. The sky is gilded, showing that fraud is everywhere, blocking people's sight. All you see are dead and distorted people, reflecting the exaggerated and distorted propaganda of the leadership of that era.
1976 was a profound year. It was the year when a catastrophe ended and the lingering pain lingered. Everyone who lived in 1976 was so angry and helpless. It’s another year when we begin to weave new hopes. It’s all intertwined, and there are many questions but no answers. It is against this background that Bei Dao's poems meet the public. This poem seems to understand what people are worried about, it says poignantly at the beginning.
Despicableness is the pass for the despicable/Nobility is the epitaph for the noble/Look, the gilded sky/is filled with the curved reflections of the dead.
This poem carries the soul given to it by the poet, expressing his strong rebellion and suspicion. In those crazy ten years, how many "noble" people were buried underground, and how many people survived holding " "Despicable" gave them a pass and became popular in the world. Extended information
The author uses the Christian doctrine of "judgment" as an allegory. Christianity believes that before the end of the world, God and Jesus will judge the world. This is the Doomsday Judgment. The author came to this world, hoping to "read the voices of those who were judged" before the judgment.
Tell you, the world/I--don't--believe--/even if there are a thousand challengers at your feet/then count me as the 1,001st/I don't believe it The sky is blue/I don’t believe in the echo of thunder/I don’t believe that dreams are fake/I don’t believe in death without retribution.
Here, the author's emotions are like a flood that bursts a bank. He uses four "I don't believe it" in a row to express the indescribable resentment in his heart.
When the feelings are vented, the author's fierceness of "If I don't go to hell, who won't go to hell" emerges.
If the ocean is destined to burst/let all the bitter water pour into my heart;
Moreover, the author is not so pessimistic.
If the land is destined to rise, let humans choose the peak of survival again
When darkness is raging, it is the eve of dawn, and the author has left a tail of light.
New turning points and twinkling stars/are filling the unobstructed sky/those are five thousand years of hieroglyphics/those are the eyes of people in the future.