I am a sad child.
Never grew up
I come from Caotan in the north.
Go out, along a line.
White road, walk into
A city full of gears
Walk into a narrow street
Every low heart in the shed
In the cold smoke
Keep telling the green story.
I trust my audience.
-The sky, and.
Water droplets splashed on the sea.
They will take care of everything for me.
Cover up what you can't find
Grave. I know
At that time, all the grass and flowers
Will be surrounded.
At that moment when the lights are dim.
Kiss my sadness gently
Gu Cheng, he is a flower with muddy feet. He breathes like grass. Ants carry sand around him, and he will never worry about love. Free wild bees are singing, offering a song for all the flowers. And he always tells his gentle dreams to spring. He wants to sing many songs so that his happy smile will never disappear. But the dream came out, but it could not be realized. He was broken down and put into a vase. From then on, he lost the nourishment of romance and innocence.
The Six Ancestors' Altar Scripture says: "Nature is pure, and all laws are born naturally ... If the sky is always clear, the sun and the moon are always bright, covered with clouds, and the light above is dark. Suddenly, when the wind blew away, everything was clear and everything was in sight. "
Gu Cheng, on the other hand, has a pair of clear and transparent eyes from top to bottom, and everything is in front of him, so the world he sees is as crystal clear as raindrops, and the dust of the world slowly floats up, covering the poet's eyes, so the poet's heart is sad. Where can he find the purity like before? He walked all the way against the wind and sand of the world, and he was very sad, so he had long wanted to leave his body. Death is not sudden, but the end of his life.
1980, Gu Cheng, wrote his resume and made a footnote for his prime life. Half-life is not over, life is known. After that, there is nothing new in the world, under the sun. He said that he was an apple tree and had been looking forward to bearing oranges, but in the end people still had to bear apples honestly. Fate has never changed, but people's hearts have changed.
I am a sad child and have never grown up. He grew up, the day he died, and in another place, he was reborn as a child.
Where the rose stops, the fragrance goes forward —— Biography of Gu Cheng's poems