The Runaway Hedgehog - Thoughts after reading "The Blue House" Some people will still run away from home even if they are tied to the heating pipe. Beidao is still on the run. Doesn't he want to come back? He said, "Going to the ends of the earth and meeting familiar lands and residents, especially those who are engaged in writing like me, is really a blessing. Life is such a fate." I tasted a hint of bitterness, like sugar that has been boiled to a paste. . When Bei Dao was at his craziest, he traveled to 7 countries in 6 years. Like a bamboo stick, he pierced through the poetry of many countries. Then he wrapped those poets in sugar-coating and held them up to the readers. Look, this is the world of poets. . Ginsberg, Gary, Eliot, Paz, Sontag... By the way, there is also Jonathan, whose Chinese name is Shi Jingqian. Oh my god, Bei Dao actually mentioned Song Lin! More than 20 years ago, I put Song Lin's poetry collection in my schoolbag, and he made a teenager on the way from school feel good about himself. At that time, I was tired of the Beidao Shutings and began to like academic experimental poetry that I couldn't read. Time sometimes sticks to the range hood and is difficult to remove; sometimes it is like a faucet that is turned on and flows away without regret. When I read Bei Dao again, his poetry retreated into prose. His body and soul were wandering in a foreign country, but his words flickered and pointed to the motherland. Bei Dao sings a Peruvian poem, "I am wandering with nothing." He admits that when he is tired, is there a "secret impulse deep in his heart" that contains feelings that the poet is not aware of or does not express clearly? Bei Dao said in "Green Lantern", "The range of a person's walking is his world." Kant never left Koenigsberg in his life, Thoreau only lived in the famous Walden Pond for more than two years, and Gu Cheng died in the rapids Davis Island and North Island where I live temporarily, these are just place names. Everyone sticks to a garden, physical, imaginary, or in a state of half-dream and half-awake. Bei Dao has not gone too far, trying to be a hedgehog that does not hurt each other between the secular world and the spiritual world. Poets all over the world are like hedgehogs. Sometimes they prick reality, but most of the time, they are pricked by reality. In Bei Dao's "Green Lantern" and "Blue House", no matter what appearance they appear in, they can't change their fate, and they will always have bad luck. The figures of the North Island generation of poets are gradually lengthening. Those who were earlier than them, like Paz and Ginsberg, have completely said goodbye to their shadows. No matter what kind of sunshine, they can no longer shine on them. Contemporaries living abroad, such as the painter Peng Gang, said goodbye to painting completely. I think of Yan Shisan in the movie "Mei Lanfang", facing an empty theater, singing, acting, reciting and beating, with no deviation at all. We are unqualified readers and viewers who follow the trend and choose, but this is the ruthlessness and rule of history. As the "turning dead leaves" of Beidao, that kind of beautiful misunderstanding is not necessary. What they have to do is to stick to the "blue house", "take root in the depths of human loneliness" and resist stubbornly.