There is a poem like this: the title is a life with only one word: What is the basis for asking if the author of this poem is from Gucheng?

Not Gu Cheng, but Bei Dao's works. He is also a hazy poet.

The title is "Life"

There is only one word in the content: "net"

Of course, Bei Dao's poems can leave a deep impression on people, not only because of its reserved and cold tone, but also because of the intellectual brilliance that flashes in his poems. He vividly described "art": "hundreds of millions of brilliant suns/presented on broken mirrors"; He kept thinking about the contradiction between the mind and the world and himself, "I will always be a stranger to the world/…/I will always be a stranger to myself" (untitled); He understands that opportunity comes once in a blue moon and time is fleeting. "The clock hanging on the antlers has stopped/life is an opportunity/only once/whoever looks at the time/will suddenly get old" (untitled). The wisdom of North Island is a kind of calm wisdom, without affectation and excitement, without noise and doubt. Only a quiet mind and simple language complement each other and touch the eternal truth about time and life. Therefore, he highly summarized the "fate" and revealed the life state of all sentient beings with a word "net", which was as profound and accurate as a fable.

Indeed, life itself is a network, with a network of love and a network of hate; There are mutual help networks and destructive networks; There are networks of good and evil; There is a happy net and a painful net, which are so densely intertwined that they form a complex and diverse picture. Each of us is a knot on the internet. Whether you are happy or not, like it or not, you are inextricably linked with others, and no one can get rid of or even get rid of this living state. Because of this connection, we exist, we have the joy of life, the spirit of attack, the courage to fight and so on. We hold the hands of relatives, friends, teachers, colleagues and all familiar and unfamiliar people, and others hold our hands. In this way, we work hand in hand, share joys and sorrows, and weave a more intimate, harmonious and cohesive network.

Of course, people can't help but worry, or go into an emotional maze that is difficult to get out of, fall into the pain of constant cutting and chaos, and even have a tragedy of mutual harm. These may also make our fragile hearts sad because they can't jump out of this net. But, perhaps, this is the real life and the true face of life. Then, please calm down and listen to the cheerful theme of life with a sincere heart, and forget the inevitable screams and all the unhappiness.

It should be noted that peace is also a kind of harmony.