What kind of emotion does Gu Cheng's poem Tomb Bed express?

On the surface, the whole poem is serene and calm, as if an old man who sees through the world is whispering, but in fact it is full of predictions such as "eternal death", "sadness", "time is up" and "rest in peace", which silently reveals the poet's inner boredom and the results brought by boredom. Over the years, I have introduced this work to a large number of friends. June 5438+October 2003 10, I mentioned the tomb bed again in an article about the impression of Zhang Zao's poems: "Reading Zhang Zao's poems, I can't help thinking of the peerless genius Gu Cheng. He is naturally sensitive to words. His poems are like brushing silk with your fingers, which always makes you feel an indescribable comfort. The most typical representative is the eight-line short poem "Tomb Bed" ... "The most uncomfortable poem is expressed in the most comfortable language. How many people can do it in contemporary poetry except Gu Cheng?

When I open a collection of past literary works, I am used to classifying those excellent or famous works as follows: which ones are of literary significance, which ones are of literary history significance, which ones are both and which ones are not. In this way, different readers can easily pick out the chapters they are interested in, thus excluding those works that are worthless to them. There is no doubt that Tomb Bed has its literary value at first, but because of the hidden mental journey between the lines, it is enough to become the focus of researchers' attention, that is, it has both literary and literary history value. Of course, this is just my personal opinion. I know more poetry lovers from Gu Cheng won't stay too long on this poem. They like The Generation: "The night gave me black eyes/I used them to look for light". It is short and loud, and the "truth" contained in it is completely effortless; Or like a resume, fresh and direct, from which you can get a glimpse of the poet's temperament-

I am a sad child.

Never grew up

I come from Caotan in the north.

Go out, along a line.

White road, walk into

A city full of gears

Walk into a narrow street

Every low heart in the shed

In the cold smoke

Keep telling the green story.

I trust my audience.

-The sky, and.

Water droplets splashed on the sea.

They will take care of everything for me.

Cover up what you can't find

Grave. I know

At that time, all the grass and flowers

Will be surrounded.

At that moment when the lights are dim.

Kiss my sadness gently