Whoever holds it 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. -"Lost" from Gu Cheng
Sleep and close your eyes, the world has nothing to do with me —— Gu Cheng's Fantasia for Life
People can be born as ants and beautiful as gods. -Gu Cheng
Due to negligence, the branches let me see the moon but I can't see the moon, and I can't see the branches-Gu Cheng
One must have the sun. -"I like to walk on the road" from Gu Cheng
My heart loves the world and kisses her gently on a winter night, just like pure wildfire kisses all the grass. The grass is warm, and there is an ice lake at the end, where perch sleeps. My heart loves this world. She melts like frost in my blood. She flows from the ocean to the mountains in a friendly way, making her eyes blue and the morning rosy. My heart loves the world and uses my blood for her.
The flowers in the morning are very thin, the shadows in the afternoon are very large, the cool breeze blows gently, and grass begins to grow on the fresh mud wall-Gu Cheng's I will breathe like grass.
Spring didn't come, the branches were dark, and we had to end our loneliness separately. In the last review, I saw a little bit of green, your collar trembled slightly in the wet wind, and I walked on by hook or by crook until the young leaves of wheat drowned everything-Gu Cheng's The First Snow ~ The End of the Drama.
Like the March wind beating on the bright haystack, I count her flowers every night in spring-Gu Cheng's "I will breathe like grass"
Push the door open and put on the most legitimate expression. Don't hide your heart when you see people-Gu Cheng's The World and Me (.
People refused this sadness and raised a colorful shield to the sky-Gu Cheng.
Destiny is not the wind, it blows around, it is the earth, and you are in it wherever you go. -"Ying Er" from Gu Cheng
I want to blow out silver patterns in the thinnest rain, so that all lilacs present can be your bridesmaids. I want to open the palm of the phoenix tree to catch the rain and wash my face, so that Metasequoia can write the engagement in the wind with a weak nib-the autumn in the south comes from the ancient city.
The night gave me a pair of black eyes, but I used them to look for light-Gu Cheng's generation.
I never knew I couldn't see the flowers in spring. Only once blossomed everywhere, and then I was lonely-the wheat field in Gucheng
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
I haven't seen snow for a long time, only spring and hydrangeas are in full bloom, covering my thin roof. Some people love flowers, others love snow, but I love the purity of ashes. I carry water, watch the mountains, watch the fire being carried away by smoke, the leaves being shaded by the shade, the long sunshine beam, water and ashes. Three Seasons of Love-The Island of Gu Cheng
In the high wind, the bird quickly turned to the teenager to pick up a penny vine, which was the back of the fantasy stretching and the shrinking waves raising-the arc of Gu Cheng.
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
The clock perches in the church, ticking the time quietly —— Gu Cheng's I Will Breathe Like Grass
I like walking on the road/the sun loves me/everyone/I long to be a continent/under her gaze/rejecting the ocean-I like walking on the road to attend to the city.
I believe everything is a seed. Only after burial can there be vitality. -Gu Cheng
Unspoken and equal/never accessible/is a gentle voice-Gu Cheng's I Will Breathe Like Grass
As long as there is lightning, there will be dancing flames —— Hunting Apes by Gu Cheng
Handwriting Blurred by Missing —— Gu Cheng's Because of Missing
People have no time, and the world is still long. I'm in the middle. I should have a rest-go to the city and have a look.
I need the craziest wind and the quietest sea. -Gu Cheng
I am a wayward child. I want to erase all my misfortunes. I want to draw windows on the earth so that all eyes accustomed to darkness can get used to light. -Gu Cheng
A man's responsibility is to take good care of a roof, so that when it is alive, there is smoke and doors in the morning-when it is from the city.
I accept your oath? Love? Carved on a candle? So what? Drowned by tears? Burned out by the heart? Did you see the last thought? How to become extinct? How to be dispersed by the wind-Gu Cheng
The stars are all dressed up and going down the mountain. The Moon Hesitates but Not Lonely —— Gu Cheng's I Will Breathe Like Grass
How I wish there was a doorway where the sun could shine on the grass in the morning. 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. -"In front of the door" from Gu Cheng
The sun is still/the wind is weaving its blanket/the river is boundless/but there is no sound-Gu Cheng writes scriptures
I just need to fill them with small flower seeds, and I want to know their birthdays-Gu Cheng's birthday.
I am bound by the rough life/on the rocks/suffering from thirsty dreams/I am trying/as if just to tighten the rope-Gu Cheng
The night gave me black eyes, but I used them to find light-Gu Cheng's generation.
Usually, people paddle around according to the happiness of society in life, just like a paper cutter. -Gu Cheng
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's Early Seeds
I hope every moment is as beautiful as a crayon. I hope I can draw a clumsy and free picture on my beloved white paper, and draw an eye that will never cry-I am a willful child from Gu Cheng.
Everything is clear, but we still miss it in a hurry, because you believe in fate and I doubt life. -"Miss Gu Cheng"
It is the power of trees swimming that keeps the bird sailing and reminds it of the sound of the tide. The bird is talking in the air. It said: at noon, it said: the age of the crown, the fragrance filled our whole body. Long cool arms pass through our hearts. We swim in the wind and feel lonely. We can't see the first days. At first, there was only love.
The bamboo forest is full of stars and moons, the arc sinks thousands of miles, the lights are not long, the wind is light, the wind is dark, the arrows fly, the rain is broken, the windows are light and cold, the thousand horses fly, the silver mane thunders, the sky is green, the branches are low, the leaves are tender, the grass is green, the path is green after the rain, no one is wet, the snail worms, the moss of Shui Ying Qingshiqiao, the fog is light, and the ganoderma lucidum pine and cypress are heavy.
You silently turn to one side and face the night. It is late at night, and there are many lights. They are always together, and we always have to meet again. Goodbye, for goodbye. -"Goodbye" from Gu Cheng
Nowadays, the leaves are flourishing and swaying in the wind, and we are all gone at the age of 20 —— Gu Cheng's "Ran Ruo"
A small paper windmill was thrown on the white grass. It was deceived by the breeze and chased the sunset in vain-Gu Cheng.
I sang and sang my own songs until the world recovered its prehistoric loneliness. -Gu Cheng
I'm dreaming, I'm disillusioned, I'm disillusioned, I've been forgiving, I'm disillusioned, but I've never let go of my fantasy-my fantasy to attend to the city.
The alley is long and winding, with no doors or windows. I took an old key and knocked on the thick wall-the alley of Gu Cheng.
The sky is gray, the roads are gray, the buildings are gray and the rain is gray. Walking through the ashes, two children, one bright red and one light green-the feeling of Gu Cheng
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. -"I am a wayward child" from Gu Cheng