Are there any love poems in front of Gu Cheng?

Gu Cheng's poem in front of the door can be regarded as a love poem. The poet wrote two kinds of feelings about the warmth of "home" when standing in front of the door, which is a confession of Gu Cheng's love for his lover Xie Ye. In front of the door, the poet's nostalgia for farming civilization and yearning for simple rural life also showed.

In front of the door, the words are shallow and the feelings are quiet and beautiful. I painted a picture of myself and my lover snuggling by the door and window, with mild sunshine and swaying grass. "The sun shines on the grass" and "The wind is shaking its leaves" are both descriptions and symbols. "The Sun Shines" and "The Wind Shakes" describe the affection of the grass and both symbolize the poet's gentle love for his lover. "Grass is bearing seeds", which breeds happiness. This is a warm and loving home!

There are also scenes of poets and lovers "digging" and working on the land in front of the door. The poet said that "we will ride it/spend our life", which can be seen as evidence of Gu Cheng's longing for farming civilization and simple rural life. The poet is not afraid of the hardships of farming. Gu Cheng wrote that "the land is rough and sometimes narrow/however, it has a history/a sky, a moon/dew and a morning/we love the land", and the poet was content with the hardships of farming.

In front of the door, it is repeatedly said that "we stand silent/beautiful", which embodies an unparalleled tacit understanding, affection and beauty. Although I didn't say it, it is better than a thousand words.

"In front of the door" How I hope that one morning at the door, the sun shines on the grass, and we stand together to guard our door. The door is low, but the sun is shining, the grass is bearing seeds and the wind is shaking its leaves. When we stand, it's beautiful to have a door that doesn't talk. If we don't open it, it will be very beautiful. In the morning, we will walk in the dark. We'll give him the lyre. We don't want to go. We need land. We need to ride for life. This land is rugged. However, sometimes narrow, it has a history, a sky, a moon, dew and the land we love in the morning. We stood and dug with wooden shoes, and the door became hot. We lean on it gently, which is very nice. The grass behind the wall can no longer grow. It just touches the sun with its fingertips.