In the fourth section of Gu Cheng's "Notes on Poetry Study".
Am I remembering? It seems that I am also remembering, because before I became a human being. I was one of them; I was as curved as a mammoth's tooth, as innocent as a leaf, as small and happy as a plankton, as free as a cloud...
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Notes on studying poetry
Gu Cheng
1
The first thing that made me feel poetry was raindrops.
On the way to primary school, there was a pine cone. When I walked past it, it didn’t say anything.
One day, after the rain, the world was clean and fresh. Tasong suddenly shone with bright raindrops, and I forgot about myself. I saw that in every drop of water, there was a rainbow swimming, a beautiful blue sky, and my world...
I know that a tiny drop of rain can tolerate everything and purify everything. . The world flashing in the raindrops is purer and more beautiful than the world we live in.
Poetry is like the shining raindrops on the tree of ideals.
二
I grew up on an alkali beach.
The heaven and earth there are very perfect, a perfect circle. There are no mountains, no trees, not even man-made objects - houses.
When I was walking the path I imagined, there was only me and a kind of lavender grass in the world.
Grass grows on the bitter and salty land. It is so small and dense. It stands on the edge of the sky, under the dark clouds and the scorching sun, and welcomes everything that is inevitable. No one knows them, no butterflies, no bees, no sighs of surprise, no praises. However, they grow and bloom small flowers, proudly blooming and raised above their heads...
It is they who tell me spring, poetry, and the responsibility of poetry.
Three
In the reef, there is a small beach.
There are many shells left by the tide. They are still so peaceful and beautiful after many years.
I stopped, and what attracted me was not the colorful shells, but a very ordinary shell.
It had no dignity and flew alone in the shallow water. I caught it and discovered that there was a small crab hidden inside - life.
Thanks to this little crab for teaching me how to choose words.
One vibrant and unique spoken language is better than a dozen beautiful and ancient words.
Four
Due to desire, I often go to the margins of society.
In front are grass, clouds, and sea, green, white, and blue nature. This clean color wiped away the dust of the busy city and restored my heart's perception.
Am I remembering? It seems that I am also remembering, because before I became a human being. I was one of them; I was as curved as a mammoth's tooth, as innocent as a leaf, as small and happy as a plankton, as free as a cloud...
I am grateful Nature makes me feel myself and countless histories of life and non-life. I am grateful to nature and everything it continues to give me - poems and songs.
This is why in the urgent battle of reality, amidst the roar of machinery, I still use the most beautiful voice to say in a low voice:
I am yours.
Five
Everything, life, and people have their own dreams.
Every dream is a world.
The desert dreams of the back of the clouds, the flowers dream of the kiss of the butterfly, the dew dreams of the ocean...
I also have my dream, distant and clear, it is not just a world , it is the kingdom of heaven above the world.
It is beauty, the purest beauty. When I opened Andersen's fairy tales, Qian Qian's mind was filled with brilliance.
As I walked towards it, I gradually became transparent and threw away the shadow behind me. There is only the road, the road to freedom.
The value of my life lies in walking.
I will use the pure silver in my heart to forge a key to open the door of the kingdom of heaven to mankind.
If possible, I will be happily lost in the dark.