Gu Cheng expresses his feelings about love, and the creation of misty poems will use many special techniques, such as symbols, jumps, images, metaphors, metaphors and so on. Therefore, misty poetry itself is ambiguous, but we should see the basic feelings of the poem and feel the beauty and hazy beauty of the first impression brought by the work.
Attend to city "in front of the door" poem, as follows:
In front of the door
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
Won't grow up again
It just touched the sun with its fingertips.
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About the author:
Gu Cheng (1956— 1993), a Beijinger, is a contemporary poet and one of the representatives of the misty poetry school. He is the author of poems such as Black Eyes, Poems of Gu Cheng, Poems of Fairy Tales and Fables of Gu Cheng, and City.
Extended data
Appreciation in front of the door;
This poem was written in August 1982. The author Gu Cheng is an important representative poet of the obscure poetry school. Gu Cheng's most famous sentence is the one in "A Generation": "The night gave me black eyes, but I used them to look for light."
Whether it is land, sunshine, moon or dew; Whether it is the seeds of grass, the leaves of trees, or people who are relatively silent, they are so safe, happy, comfortable and satisfied. I hope the world is like this poem. I know what you think, and you know how I feel. We just stood quietly and said nothing. The wonderful feeling has enveloped you and me.
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