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"I am a willful child" Gu Cheng
Maybe
I am a child spoiled by my mother
I am willful
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I hope
every moment
is as beautiful as a colored crayon
I hope
to be in my beloved Draw on white paper
Draw clumsy freedom
Draw an eye that will never shed tears
A sky
A piece of feathers and leaves belonging to the sky
A light green night and apples
I want to draw the morning
Draw the dew
The smiles that can be seen
Draw all the youngest ones
Painless love
Draw the imagination
My love
She has never seen the clouds
Her eyes are the color of the clear sky
She always looks at me
< p>Forever, lookingNever suddenly turn around
I want to draw distant scenery
Draw a clear horizon and water waves
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Draw many happy rivers
Draw hills——
covered with light downy hairs
I let them touch each other very hard Nearly
Let them fall in love
Let every acquiescence
Every quiet spring excitement
become a little flower's Birthday
I also want to draw the future
I have never seen her, and it is impossible
But I know she is beautiful
I Draw her autumn windbreaker
Draw the burning candles and maple leaves
Draw the many hearts that are extinguished because of loving her
Draw a wedding
Draw a festival where you wake up early -
It has glass candy paper on it
and illustrations of northern fairy tales
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I am a willful child
I want to erase all misfortunes
I want to paint all the windows on the earth
Let all eyes accustomed to darkness
be accustomed to light
I want to draw the wind
draw a mountain that is taller than the last
p>Draw the desire of the Eastern peoples
Draw the sea——
The boundless sound of joy
Finally, on the corner of the paper
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I also want to draw myself
Draw a koala
He is sitting in the dark jungle of Victoria
Sitting quietly On a quiet branch
In a daze
He has no home
No heart left far away
He only has, a lot of Many
Berry-like dreams
And big, big eyes
I am hoping
Thinking
But I don’t know why
I didn’t get a crayon
I didn’t get a colorful moment
I only have me
Mine Fingers and wounds
Only tear up the pieces
The beloved white paper
Let them look for butterflies
Let them start from Disappeared today
I am a child
A child who fantasizes about being spoiled by his mother
I am willful
1. Appreciation
In a sense, this poem is Gu Cheng's representative confession as a "fairy tale poet". It shows the poet's infinite fascination with innocent fantasy.
The reading of "I am a Wayward Child" can also enable us to understand another linguistic fact, that is, Gu Cheng's poems are not as "hazy" and "hazy" as many people have once attacked. "Obscure", on the contrary, it presents a fresh, smooth and bright style. All paragraphs start with "I" and develop some kind of subject-centered sentences, as if they are a child talking to himself when he is half asleep and half awake. This kind of language temperament is closely integrated with Gu Cheng's fairy tale spirit.
2. Author
Gu Cheng, (1956-1993), male, originally from Shanghai, is an important representative poet of the Chinese Misty Poetry School and is known as the contemporary "spiritual romanticism" poet. Gu Cheng has high attainments in new poetry, old-style poetry and allegorical story poetry. The line "The night gave me black eyes/I used them to find light" in his "Generation" has become a classic line of new Chinese poetry.
Born in 1956 in a family of poets, his father is the famous poet Gu Gong. Gu Cheng began his writing career at the age of 17 and contributed articles to various newspapers and magazines. In 1987, he began to travel to Europe for cultural exchanges. In 1988, he lived in seclusion in Waiheke Island, New Zealand, and lived a self-sufficient life. On October 8, 1993, due to a marriage dispute at his residence in New Zealand, he injured his wife Xie Ye with an ax and then hanged himself in a big tree. Xie Ye subsequently died from his injuries.