Gu Cheng was only 36 years old when he died. He was down and out, wandering around and finally living on a rapids island in New Zealand. If he has no intimate friends, most people will stay in his vague poems.
"The night gave me black eyes, but I used them to look for light." Gu Cheng, who is only twelve years old, has exposed his unique talent, and what comes with it is his sensitive and clear heart. He is called "the fairy tale poet". Except for the image in his poems, he has always remained in people's minds: he is like a child, and his big black eyes are innocent, clear and bright.
The written memories of Gu Cheng's friends before his death, as well as the people who once had an intersection, opened a window for us latecomers to understand Gu Cheng. Shu Ting, Yi Wei, Wang Anyi ... They all had a long or short intersection with Gu Cheng.
Through their words, they gradually restored a real Gu Cheng, an inexplicable but brilliant poet. He is often compared with Haizi. They are all like fast-moving sunspots, which quickly burst into light in their young lives and quickly fell.
From their works, we can see the love between Gu Cheng and Xie Ye, Gu Cheng's hardship and diligence, his genius as a poet, his childlike mind and even his neurotic life. He once compared himself to Jia Baoyu.
Of course, these memories are more about restoring some details, so that more people who love and are obsessed with Gu Chengcan can can understand Gu Cheng through these memories. I don't think there is anything more powerful than these words, which can record the short but unpredictable life of this talented poet.
Therefore, reading these words is a kind of peeping. We expect to peep into Gu Cheng's heart through these words, why he once said that he would kill Xie Ye and why he wanted to write the novel Yinger. Unfortunately, his casual words fell into prophecy.
Of course, it is sad to read these words. No one can imagine that such a talented poet has experienced such a life experience on the island, poverty and loneliness. He earned some money by painting for local people, and personally killed more than 200 chickens he raised. His life is full of difficulties and poetry, even beyond the limits that ordinary people can understand.
At the same time, it is also a kind of luck to be able to read such words. Poets often don't need to write an autobiography. His poem is his autobiography, which is really bad. There are also a group of friends of poets who recorded their contacts in poetic language. Their words were summed up as the best autobiography.
1993, Gu Cheng presented two calligraphy and paintings to Ms. Sundelan, a French translator of China's contemporary poetry. Among them, two sentences were written: one was "Homesick with a fish" and the other was "People can be born like ants and beautiful as gods."
Every word, like from "attend to city".