First, a poet, with deep despair. As human beings, we watched him fall step by step, and what a strong desire we have in our hearts! The sky outside the window is clean/the ideas in the box are brilliant. "Give us a good/good face/just a short time/clean lips/clean sleep" (wake up).
2. Hopeless poets in despair beg for clean time, clean sleep to accompany us for a while, and beautiful and pure people to accompany us for a while. Once we open our eyes, we see filth and evil; What you see is the darkness under the sun!
3. In the mileage, the division and pain caused by human understanding and desire runs through. Poetry comes into being one after another, that is, the poet's life is torn into pieces, and the parts that are still slightly intact continue to be torn after tearing. Destroyed by human evil and my consciousness of voluntarily entering evil, the heartbroken cry from trampling shocked us. The desire and despair in that cry constitute the rhythm of rising mileage.
4. "Not necessarily from the east/I see the sun is a string of pearls/the sun is a string of pearls, rising constantly" (winter night sky). Toto, he accepted the oppression when the vitality broke out violently, the pain when he calmly reflected on himself, and the forced arrangement made by human beings and the land of China. They are regarded as an inevitable and inescapable fate in life, so poems are presented. A sober person is willing to know his own sins and the sins of mankind in them, to expand his life in the vastness of suffering and spiritual world, and to tirelessly temper his craft to reach a high level.
5. Humans make us feel ashamed. Humans also let us see ourselves. Our birth and sin all come from this human being, and life is linked with the depravity and ignorance of the whole human being. When so many poets rose up against the living environment, the condition of strangling our nature and the castration of traditional culture, he began to silently and painfully resist his own behavior.
He knew it was the only thing he could do. He can only resist himself and see that this resistance bears fruit in poetry. He can't change the rest. Vitality becomes inward here, distorted by intelligence and ideas, forming a living area that destroys oneself, entering oneself deeper, entering the subconscious, being muddled and dark, which forms his later poetic style. To some extent, it also seriously affected his survival mood and mentality. He turned inward, let everything stew in his heart, and presented it skillfully in the game. This is undoubtedly a road of self-abuse.