In front of your door
I made a snowman.
On behalf of clumsy me
Thank you for waiting.
You take out a lollipop.
Sweet heart
Buried in the snow
It will make you happy to say this.
The snowman didn't laugh.
Quiet, don't say a word.
Until the sunshine of the hot spring
Melt clean.
Where are people?
Where is the heart?
A small pool of tears
Only bees.
65438+February 0980
A generation
The night gave me black eyes.
I use it to find the light.
1979 Midnight in April (Beijing)
absorb
sunlight
A flash in the sky,
Covered with dark clouds.
The rainstorm washed away,
The opposite of my soul.
1June, 979 (Chongqing)
My fantasy
I'm imagining,
The illusion is shattered;
Fantasy always forgives disillusionment,
Disillusioned, but never give up fantasy.
1969 (Beijing)
I always feel that
I always feel that
Stars used to grow together.
Like a bunch of green grapes
Because of the rotation of celestial bodies
Scroll around.
I always feel that
Humans once gathered together.
Like a plate of colored adzuki beans
Because of the rupture of the land
Splash around
I always feel that
Two hearts are connected with each other.
Like a nest of wild bees
Because the storm of life
Fly far away
65438+June 0980
I looked up at the night sky on a worried day and felt a panic; If the earth loses its gravity, I will become a meteor, floating in the sky without anyone. Oh, no!
In order to reject this "freedom", I am willing to become a tree root and go deep into the stratum.
(13 Fujian college entrance examination composition)
Because of the silence, I became an old man, wiping the rust on the radio with brick dust. I began to get close to the wall and dig roots in the wet soil. Transparent music keeps pouring out of the wall. The children in kindergarten are clapping their hands. The sun shines at the only moment. The lake is green, and the shadow recedes in the kiss. There are big dewdrops and fallen leaves on the grass. I like this tree. There are patterns on his hands. His appearance is very handsome. On the washed steps in the distance, the footsteps stopped. Grapes and iron bars can create feelings. There are also. There are pure silver spider silk, cicadas walking to the earth like wooden figurines, and toads with bellies. They want to dance better. Everything is better, including autumn, where he takes off his wet clothes and basks, including tough guys in the western United States. Tough guys talk with iron gears. I am an old man. The east yard was silent. Life and flowers are in one place. Birds bend over in the dew and call for the sun to move. I will be close to the clear sky because of my love.
What impressed my father most was this song.
Fantasia of life
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.
good night
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.
"The sun bakes the earth like a piece of bread" is my favorite famous saying: I think to understand Gu Cheng's poems, we must first understand the way in which Gu Cheng's poems feel the world. Gu Cheng is a person who loves nature. In his poems, nature is full of magic and so beautiful. This kind of beauty is simple and gorgeous. The reason why it is simple is that it is the result of an ancient mythological aesthetic way; And it is gorgeous because we are used to the rigid conceptual discourse and have long been isolated from this simplicity.
Gu Cheng's Fantasia of Life is full of novel imagination. All these imaginations have one thing in common, that is, they are the result of individual life merging into nature. Therefore, "I" can "put my longings and dreams into a long and narrow shell", let the sun be my tracker, "throw off the new moon-the anchor of gold", "weave the golden straw into a cradle/put my inspiration and heart in" ... This series of genius imaginations makes us feel that we are not standing on the other side of the world. It's about putting life into it. The whole world is my emotional world, gentle and affectionate. When we are in an alienated world, as a part of the whole social machine, we have to live in a rational framework like a cold machine, and poetry may be our only window to warmth.
Gu Cheng's Fantasia for Life is still a 15-year-old poet's thinking about life and destiny. Gu Cheng is a poet loyal to his ideals. Therefore, idealism always shines in his poems. The first three paragraphs of Fantasia for Life are the poet's affirmation and expectation of an ideal and free life realm. "No purpose/blue sky rippling/letting sunshine waterfall/blackening my skin" is such a carefree life! From this poem, we can see a Zhuangzi-style carefree outlook on life. The third part is the poet's thinking about time. In the face of time, we are always involuntarily pulled by the "strong light rope" and "walk the twelve-hour journey". Our life is passive, "pushed by the wind/pushed east and west". The sentence "The sun disappears in the twilight" is really good. The feeling of the irresistible force of fate is all concentrated in this sigh. The advantage of poetry is that it is unknown, but it is realistic. How did poetry achieve this magical effect? This is an image. Why does the image have such charm? I think it is the combination of human mind and image.
The fourth quarter is "Night arrival/I am driving into the harbor of the Milky Way". What do I see? "Millions of stars are watching me", "The ocean is full of icebergs/crashing/"rumbling "-lightning and thunder. When I left the new moon, the golden anchor, I asked fate again: "where am I going?" /The universe is so boundless. " Yes, nature is so vast, but people are so small. How to explore the infinite secrets of nature with limited life?
The poet's answer is this: "I put my hope in a flower/the night is like a valley/the sun is like a peak/I sleep, and closing my eyes/the world has nothing to do with me." Life is limited, there are inevitably valleys and peaks in fate, and ups and downs are common. And "I will dissolve my hope in the fragrance of flowers", so what if my life will eventually pass away? I have tasted the beauty of nature and life. That's enough. Therefore, even if "time horse/exhausted", "yellow-tailed peace bird/nesting in my car", life will come to an end, "I will still travel all over the world-/deserts, forests and remote corners".
The sun is roasting the earth/like baking a loaf of bread. What a genius imagination! "I walked barefoot/I printed my footprints/spread all over the earth/world like stamps, and it was integrated into my life. Yes, life is a walking process. Wherever I go, my footprints are integrated into my life. Perhaps the meaning of life is to experience and witness in this walk.
The poet's ambition is "I want to sing/a human song/in the universe after a thousand years". Perhaps, he has achieved it.