I have walked a thousand times in my life. At that time, there were ferns and iron plows on the mountains, books had not yet been born, the words were still lying delicately in the soil, death had not yet been born, and the medieval spires Far from growing. ——Gu Cheng Gu Cheng (1956-1993), a native of Beijing. He began to write poetry in the 1970s, and has authored poetry collections such as "Unknown Little Flower", "Selected Lyrical Poems of Shu Ting and Gucheng", "Selected Poems of Beidao and Gucheng", "Black Eyes", "Collected Poems of Gucheng", etc., and co-authored a long novel with Xie Ye The novel "Ying'er". Gu Cheng is a representative figure of the Misty Poetry School in the new era of our country. He is known as the "fairy tale poet" who sees the world with a childlike heart. Compared with Shu Ting's elegance, euphemism, beauty and sadness, Gu Cheng's poems appear innocent, flawless and confusing. However, Gu Cheng's poems, which are full of dreams and childishness, are filled with adult sadness. Although this sadness is light, it is as heavy as lead. Because this is not only the poet's personal sadness, but the sadness of a generation after it awakens. It is the sadness that arises from the awakening generation seeing the reality in front of them. Among his poems, I personally think they are the following ones: (Actually, you may like many of Shu Ting's poems, haha... they are very good) "Far and Near" You/look at me/for a while Looking at the clouds, I feel that / you are far away when you look at me / you are very close when you look at the clouds. "Small Hope" I and countless / pebbles that cannot be hatched / are piled together. The blue river creeps up / swallows us up / and spits out quietly. There is nothing else/I just hope that the grass can extend/its shadow "Generation" The night gave me black eyes/but I use them to find the light "Travel of Rain" Clouds/grey/can no longer be washed clean/we open our umbrellas / The sky is simply blackened in the slowly floating night / There are two pairs of double stars / It seems that there is no fixed orbit / Just sometimes far and sometimes close... "Bubbles" Two free bubbles / rising from the depths of the dream sea / hazy The silver mist/dissipates in the breeze. I am like a child/holding tightly on you who are gradually blurring//in a vain attempt to bring the bubble/back to the real land. "Alley" The alley/is long and winding without doors/windows. I took an old key/knocked on the thick wall "In the sunset" In the sunset, you pursed your lips tightly: "Only a quarter of an hour" means that tragedy is happening now. "Ten years or a hundred years apart!" "Thousands of miles apart!" Suddenly you smiled mischievously, revealing your true age. "I forgot something." "Well, I must have forgotten something." We never figured it out, but the sun has quietly rested. "Farewell" In the spring/you wave your handkerchief/let me go away/or come back immediately? No, it’s nothing/not because of anything/like falling flowers in the water/like dew on the flowers...Only the shadow understands/Only the wind can understand/Only the colorful butterflies that startled with sighs/are still flying in the flowers of my heart... "I" "My canoe" (1) My canoe, without oars, without sails, floating in the middle of the sea, floating in the middle of the sea, without oars, without sails. Wind, the wind of fate, the waves of emotion, please swallow me up or send me back to the other shore, even if it is a dream, even if it is a dream... I am looking forward to that quiet harbor; I am looking forward to that golden beach; I I'm looking forward to that - the girl on the shore, to meet her, to meet her, to meet her! (2) My canoe floats in the world without a rudder or a rope. It floats in the world without a rudder or a rope. Wind, the wind of fate, the waves of emotion, please bury me or send me back home, even in fragments, even in fragments... I am missing that beautiful trestle; I am missing that tearful lamp; I'm missing that - my mother under the lamp, wishing her good night, wishing her good night, wishing her good night! "I am a small city" My heart is a city, the smallest city. There is no messy market, no numerous residents, deserted and deserted. There is only one fallen leaf, only one cluster of flowers, still secretly hiding the affection of childhood... My dream is a city, the smallest city. There are no solemn palaces, no sacred tombs, quiet, quiet.
There is only a mist, only a breeze, still quietly attached to it - the innocence of childhood... Ah, I am a small city, the smallest city, can only live in one person, can only live in one person, the person of my dreams , my sweetheart, my love - why doesn't it come? Why doesn't it come? "My Heart Loves the World" My heart loves the world/Love, on a winter night/Kiss her gently, like a pure/Wildfire, kissing the whole grass/The grass is warm, at the end/There is a piece of ice Lake, bass sleeping at the bottom of the lake/My heart loves the world/She melts, like a frost flower/Melts into my blood, she/Flows lovingly, from the ocean to the mountains, flowing, making the eyes blue / Makes the morning rosy / My heart loves the world / I love, with my blood / Portrait, lovely profile / The beads of corn and stars no longer shine / Some people are tired and turn their heads / Turn your head and appreciate an advertisement "Confidence" You said/No longer believe in the inevitable/No longer look at the fingerprints/Clenched a small fist/No longer believe/Squint your eyes/Walk alone on the road of fallen leaves/Let those leisurely The wind/is surprised behind you/you are walking proudly/everything has been decided/walking/as if behind you/are following a/child who is too depressed to cry/he calls fate "if" if the bell rings/please use a feather/handle I will be buried/I will weave a pair of/huge wings/over my beloved motherland/continue to fly in the dark night/"Night of Star Island" knock/the little bits of bells/are still shining/at school/on the desk In one corner/is a note/is it the first love letter? /Is it the final score? / Who knows / The cat jumps in the room / Scares out the fireflies / The snail is running away / Still watching - the crooked shadow / Quietly "Let's go find a light" has gone so far / Let's go find a light /You said/It is behind the curtains/Surrounded by pure white walls/The wild flowers that migrated from dusk/Will turn into another color/Go so far/We went to find a light/You said/It is in a small Stand on the station/Look at the surrounding grass/Let the train pass quietly/Take away the gentle memory/Go so far/We go to find a light/You said/It is as beautiful as a kumquat right next to the sea/All likes Its children/will all grow up in the morning/have traveled so far/me