As a representative of misty poetry, Gu Cheng is also my favorite poet.
I spent most of last month reading Gu Cheng's related works, including Biography of Gu Cheng's Poems, Ying Er, Riptide Island, and Complete Collection of Gu Cheng's Poems. I have learned more about Gu Cheng and deepened my understanding of him.
In life, we like a person, perhaps because of each other's words, a look, a smile, or a kind gesture. However, it takes a period of in-depth communication to know and understand a person. Then you will know that that person is really the person in your eyes.
Then, in the world of reading, as a reader, he will fall in love with an author because of a book, a sentence and a poem, but to really know and understand him, he must walk into his works and some works related to him, feel the heat of his soul in his words, and look at the pen and ink left by his contemporaries or descendants, thus forming his own independent understanding and judgment.
Gu Cheng was born in 1950s, a poet's family. He said from an early age that he would become a poet in the future, and his talent for writing poems was revealed from an early age. The poem he wrote in the second grade proved that his future soul was destined to belong to poetry.
There is a small green pagoda.
The rain above is like a hanging bell.
The delicate little world is shaking.
In that special historical period, Gu Cheng's life was linked to a barren beach in rural Shandong, where his father Gu Gong was sent. He collected firewood and set the pigs free, and the bookworm who survived on the bookshelf spent a difficult and silent time with him. And his soul has been dragged, such as the clouds in the sky, the blowing wind, the flowers in the grass and the songs he heard, all of which have built a fantastic world for him. He has a pair of children's eyes and a beautiful dream in his heart, which blocks all the desolation from imagination.
I want to paint myself, too
Draw a koala
He sat in the dark jungle of Victoria.
Sitting on a quiet branch
stare blankly
He has no home.
There is no heart in the distance.
he only has... ...
massive
Berry dream
And big eyes.
Gu Cheng's poems, born from his true spirit, were not written for eulogizing or criticizing, but as a new style of poetry, which was not favored by everyone at that time, and even directly criticized and denied earlier, but Gu Cheng had his own insistence. He thinks that writing poetry is like breathing. Naturally, you can't stop breathing because others don't let you breathe, or you can't breathe because others let you breathe. It is also the embodiment of the soul's independence from the world. As he once said, a great poet should have a soul that is always awake, smiling and miserable, a soul that looks at the reflection of the wine glass and everything and his own soul, a soul that looks at the blood, thoughts and emotions on the river bank, and a soul that is driven by love and walks in the illusion of layers of objects with light.
Faith grows on the land.
There are as many spring as autumn.
Elephants must grow teeth.
If it is a cicada, it is necessary to vibrate the string.
I will return to this world.
I am a light.
It is also a wisp of smoke.
Gu Cheng once worked with the disabled and ex-prisoners in the hard work of the workers at the bottom of society, such as sifting lime, widening saws, planing roots, painting and mixing syrup, but this did not prevent him from pursuing his dream of writing poems. On the contrary, he is more keen on all kinds of books. He often stays up all night and forgets to eat and sleep. His works include novels, essays and poems from different periods at home and abroad. There must be communication, communication, learning and reference with other spirits, as well as the collision between souls, just as every writer is bathed in the ocean of literature and absorbs the nutrients needed for growth.
I believe everything is a seed,
Only after burial can there be vitality.
The quality and nature that Gu Cheng showed to the world in his poems, as he once explained: "If you don't give in, don't be confused by secular interests, don't be forced by power, and never auction your heart, you will face the abyss of destruction and move towards truth and dreams." This poet, known as the contemporary "Zock Romanticism", needs a feeling when reading his poems, a kind of standing in the same place with the poet to appreciate the beauty, purity, emptiness and sadness brought by the world he weaves.
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.
In the morning, I will wander at night.
We gave him the lyre.
We're not leaving.
We need land.
Need land that will never be destroyed
We are going to ride it.
Throughout life
This land is rugged and sometimes narrow.
However, it has a history.
There is the sky and the moon.
Dew and morning light
We love this land.
We are standing.
Digging with wooden shoes
The door is hot, too
We leaned gently, which was beautiful.
Grass behind the wall
It won't grow up, it will only use its fingertips.
Touch the sun
Life always wants to grind away people's edges and corners and destroy people's personality and self. Reality and dreams are always intertwined. On the one hand, Gu Cheng wants to keep his inner garden castle, on the other hand, reality always wants to pull him into the world opposite to fairy tales and dreams. The poet struggles and seeks in his heart. He has always wanted to find a piece of pure land, which is his isolated torrent island in New Zealand.
I'm imagining
Disillusioned.
Fantasy always forgives disillusionment.
Disillusioned, but never give up fantasy.
Death means the end of a life, but life continues to exist in another form. It can take away a person's body, but it can't destroy his spirit left in this world. No matter what emotional entanglements he experienced in his life, no matter what extreme behavior he made and how he bid farewell to this world, people will remember that such a talented poet came to this world. He built a world with his soul and life, leaving many beautiful fruits.
Faith grows on the land.
There are as many spring as autumn.
Elephants must grow teeth.
If it is a cicada, it is necessary to vibrate the string.
I will return to this world.
I am a light.
It is also a wisp of smoke.
Gu Cheng once worked with the disabled and ex-prisoners in the hard work of the workers at the bottom of society, such as sifting lime, widening saws, planing roots, painting and mixing syrup, but this did not prevent him from pursuing his dream of writing poems. On the contrary, he is more keen on all kinds of books. He often stays up all night and forgets to eat and sleep. His works include novels, essays and poems from different periods at home and abroad. There must be communication, communication, learning and reference with other spirits, as well as the collision between souls, just as every writer is bathed in the ocean of literature and absorbs the nutrients needed for growth.
I believe everything is a seed,
Only after burial can there be vitality.
The quality and nature that Gu Cheng showed to the world in his poems, as he once explained: "If you don't give in, don't be confused by secular interests, don't be forced by power, and never auction your heart, you will face the abyss of destruction and move towards truth and dreams." This poet, known as the contemporary "Zock Romanticism", needs a feeling when reading his poems, a kind of standing in the same place with the poet to appreciate the beauty, purity, emptiness and sadness brought by the world he weaves.
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.
In the morning, I will wander at night.
We gave him the lyre.
We're not leaving.
We need land.
Need land that will never be destroyed
We are going to ride it.
Throughout life
This land is rugged and sometimes narrow.
However, it has a history.
There is the sky and the moon.
Dew and morning light
We love this land.
We are standing.
Digging with wooden shoes
The door is hot, too
We leaned gently, which was beautiful.
Grass behind the wall
It won't grow up, it just means
Sharp, touching the sun.
Life always wants to grind away people's edges and corners and destroy people's personality and self. Reality and dreams are always intertwined. On the one hand, Gu Cheng wants to keep his inner garden castle, on the other hand, reality always wants to pull him into the world opposite to fairy tales and dreams. The poet struggles and seeks in his heart. He has always wanted to find a piece of pure land, which is his isolated torrent island in New Zealand.
I'm imagining
Disillusioned.
Fantasy always forgives disillusionment.
Disillusioned, but never give up fantasy.
Death means the end of a life, but life continues to exist in another form. It can take away a person's body, but it can't destroy his spirit left in this world. No matter what emotional entanglements he experienced in his life, no matter what extreme behavior he made and how he bid farewell to this world, people will remember that such a talented poet came to this world. He built a world with his soul and life, leaving many beautiful fruits.
Holding hands is very simple. Draw your life with your heart.
Feel at will, not stick to one pattern
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