The land is curved.
I can't see you.
I can only see from a distance.
The blue sky in your heart
Blue? True blue
Blue is language.
I want to make the world happy.
The smile froze in my mouth.
Give me a cloud.
Erase the sunny time
My eyes need tears.
My sun needs sleep.
Fantasia of Life (Gu Cheng)
Put my fantasies and dreams
Put it in a long and narrow shell
A sunshade made of willow branches
Still circling the long sound of Xia Chan
Tighten the mast rope
The wind blows the sails of morning mist.
I set sail.
Have no purpose
Ripples in the blue sky
Let the waterfall of sunshine
Wash my skin black.
The sun is my tracker.
It pulls me.
A rope with strong light
brick by brick
After 12 hour journey.
I was pushed by the wind.
From east to west
The sun disappeared in the twilight.
Night is coming.
I sailed into the harbor of the Milky Way.
Thousands of stars look at me.
I left it behind
Crescent Moon-Golden Anchor
It's dark.
The ocean is full of muddy icebergs.
meet by chance
"rumble"-thunder and lightning
where am I going?
The universe is so boundless.
With golden straw
Weave into a cradle
Put my inspiration and heart
Put it inside.
Button wheel
Let time delay.
Welcome the world.
The wheel turned over.
Between thyme and wild chrysanthemum
Crickets welcome me.
Shake the strings
I melt my hopes in flowers.
Night is like a valley.
Sunlight is like a mountain peak.
Sleep! Close your eyes.
This world has nothing to do with me.
Horse of time
Very tired
Yellow-tailed Taiping bird
Make a nest in my car.
I still have to travel around the world-
Deserts, forests and remote corners
The sun scorched the earth.
Like baking a piece of bread.
I walk.
bare feet
I put my footprints
Like a stamp printed all over the earth.
The world will blend in.
My life
I want to sing.
A human song
Thousands of years later
* * * In the universe.
To my respected teacher Andersen (Gu Cheng)
Both Andersen and the author are clumsy carpenters.
(1) you push the wooden plane, like driving a canoe, drifting slowly on the calm sea ... the shavings spread like waves and disappeared at the end of the sea; Wood grain is like a fluctuating poem, bringing greetings from the years. There is no flag, no gold and silver colored silk, but the emperor in the world will not be richer than you. You carry a kingdom of heaven, balloons carry flowers and dreams, and all innocent childishness is your port. (2) The golden quicksand has drowned our fairy tales-ignorant smiles and tears. I believe that these things are seeds, and only after they are buried can there be life. When I came back, my eyebrows were white, but the desert became a green world. I would like to rest here in the dew among the flowers, and I will regain the feelings I lost when I was a child.
Shu Ting commented on Gu Cheng's poems.
Shu Ting's Fairy Tale Poet
-To G C (Gu Cheng)
You believe the fairy tale you wrote.
I became a blue flower in a fairy tale.
Your eyes are omitted.
Sick trees and rotten walls
Rusted and collapsed iron fences
With a simple signal
Gather a team of stars, Chinese milk vetch and slug.
To an unpolluted distance
leave
The heart may be small.
The world is very big.
So people believe you.
Believe in Tasong after the rain.
There are thousands of little suns hanging.
Mulberries and fishing rods bent across the river.
The cloud entangled the kite's tail.
Countless shaken memories
Shake off the dust of the years
Accompanied by the sound of pure silver.
Talk to your dreams
The world may be small.
The field of the heart is very big.