Despicability is the passport of the despicable, and nobility is the epitaph of the noble. What exactly does this mean?

This is a famous sentence in the poem A written by Beidao. Its shallow meaning is: despicable people can pass by with despicable documents, while noble people can only have noble epitaphs when they die; Its deep meaning is: the despicable is not defeated by the noble, but happy, which shows that the society agrees that the despicable does not distinguish between the noble; Nobles have no status, only silently die, indicating that nobles are not recognized by the mainstream. In an unreasonable society, black and white are indistinguishable, and the phenomenon of moral decay is completely exposed.

Beidao, formerly known as Zhao Zhenkai, is a contemporary poet and writer in China, and one of the representatives of misty poetry. "North Island" is his pen name. Beidao is an important representative of the misty poetry school that rose in the late Cultural Revolution. His most famous poems, such as Answer, Everything, Proclamation, End or Start, shocked countless people and expressed the criticism, denial, doubt and confusion of the generation who grew up in the Cultural Revolution after losing their faith. Bei Dao's poems are cold and speculative, with strong criticism and ideological energy. They always explore and even torture the truth and value of human beings, the times and even themselves in the paradox and fracture.

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North Island

Mean is the passport of the mean,

Nobleness is the epitaph of noble people,

Look, in the golden sky,

Full of twisted reflections of the dead.

The ice age is over,

Why is there ice everywhere?

The Cape of Good Hope was discovered,

Why did Qian Fan compete in the Dead Sea?

I came into this world,

Just paper, rope and numbers,

Before the trial,

Read those condemned voices.

Tell you what, world.

I don't believe it.

Even if you have a thousand challengers under your feet,

Then count me as 10 1.

I don't believe the sky is blue,

I don't believe in the echo of thunder,

I don't believe that dreams are false,

I don't believe in death without retribution

If the ocean is destined to burst its banks,

Let all the bitterness pour into my heart,

If land is destined to rise,

Let mankind choose the peak of survival again.

New turning points and shining stars,

Let the sky have nothing to hide.

This is a 5000-year-old hieroglyph,

Those are the eyes that people will stare at in the future.