Gu Cheng (1956— 1993) is from Beijing. /kloc-he began to write poetry in the 1970s, including the collection of poems Unknown Flowers, Selected Poems of Shu Ting Gu Cheng, Selected Poems of Bei Dao Gu Cheng, Black Eyes and Poems of Gu Cheng, and co-authored the novel Yinger with Xie Ye. Gu Cheng is a representative figure of China's misty poetry school in the new period, and is known as a "fairy tale poet" who sees the world with a childlike innocence. Compared with Shu Ting's elegance, charm, beauty and sadness, Gu Cheng's poems are naive. However, in Gu Cheng's poems full of dreams and childishness, there is an adult sadness. Although this sadness is faint, it is as heavy as lead. Because this is not only the poet's personal sorrow, but also the sorrow of a generation after awakening, and the sorrow of an awakened generation to see the reality in front of them. Among his poems, I personally find the following more interesting: (In fact, you should like many of Shu Ting's poems, hehe. . . Very good. )
You/Look at me/Look at the clouds for a while. I think/you see me far away/you see the clouds close.
"Weak Hope" I crawled countless/unboiled pebbles/blue rivers and streams/swallowed us up/quietly spit out other things/only hoped that the grass could extend/its shadow.
The night of a generation gave me black eyes/but I used them to look for light.
The rainy lane is gloomy/dusty/can't be cleaned any more/we open our umbrellas/simply paint the sky black.
On a slowly drifting night/there are two pairs of binary stars/there seems to be no orbit/it's just far and near. ...
Bubbles Two free bubbles/rising from the depths of the ocean of dreams/misty silver fog/dissipating in the breeze.
I hold you like a child/bring the bubble back to the land of reality in vain.
Alleys and alleys/It's long and winding, with no doors/windows. I took an old key/knocked on the thick wall.
"In the Twilight" In the twilight light, you pursed your mouth tightly: "There is only a quarter of an hour left", which shows that a tragedy is being staged now.
"Ten years apart!" "Thousands of miles apart, Wan Li!" Suddenly you smiled naughtily, revealing your real age.
"I forgot a sentence." "Well, I must have forgotten a sentence." We never thought of it, but the sun has quietly rested.
"Don't" in spring/did you shake your handkerchief/let me go/or come back right away? No, it's nothing/nothing, because/like falling flowers in water/like dew on flowers ... only shadows can understand/only wind energy can understand/only butterflies that fly with a sigh/still fly in hearts. ...
My canoe (1) My canoe, without paddle or sail, floats in the middle of the sea, without paddle or sail. Wind, wind of fate, emotional waves, please engulf me or send me back to the other shore, even if it is a dream, even if it is a dream … I look forward to the quiet harbor; I am looking forward to the golden beach; I'm looking forward to that girl on the shore, meeting her, meeting her, meeting her! (2) My canoe, without rudder and rope, floats in the world, floating in the world, without rudder and rope. Wind, the wind of fate, the waves of feelings, please bury me or send me home, even if it is a fragment, even if it is a fragment … I miss the beautiful trestle; I miss that tearful lamp; I think about my mother under the lamp. Wish her good night, good night, good night!
I am a small town, and my heart is a city, the smallest city. There is no messy market, not many residents, and it is deserted. There is only a fallen leaf, only a bunch of flowers, and it is still hidden secretly-childhood affection ... My dream is a city, the smallest city. There are no guarded palaces, no sacred tombs, and it is quiet and quiet. Only a mist, only a breeze, still quietly attached to the innocence of childhood. ...
Ah, I am a small town, the smallest city, and I can only live for one person, my dream lover, my sweetheart, my lover-why not come? Why not come?
"My heart loves the world" My heart loves the world/loves it. Kiss her gently on a winter night, like pure/wildfire, kissing all the grass/grass is warm, and there is an ice lake at the end, where perch sleeps/
My heart loves this world/she melts, like a frost flower/melts into my blood, and she/affectionately flows out of the ocean.
High mountains, flowing, make the eyes blue/make the morning rosy/
My heart loves the world/I love it, and I paint her/portrait with my blood. Lovely silhouette/the beads of corn and stars are no longer shining/someone is tired, turn/turn to enjoy an advertisement.
You said "self-confidence"/don't believe in certainty/don't look at fingerprints/hold a small fist/don't believe/squint/walk alone on the fallen leaves/wonder at the leisurely wind/walk proudly/everything has been decided/walk as if following a child/he is too depressed to cry.
If the bell rings, please bury me with feathers/I will weave a pair of huge wings/fly to my beloved motherland in the dark night.
"Sing Tao Night" knocks at the door/the bell rings/still shines/at school/in the corner of the desk/with a note/love letter? /Is it the last number? /Who knows/Cats are jumping around the room/Scared fireflies/snails to escape/Still watching-crooked shadows/Quiet.
"Let's Find a Lamp" has gone so far/let's find a lamp/you said/it's behind the curtain/surrounded by a pure white wall/the wild flowers moved away from dusk/changed into another color/walked so far/we went to find a lamp/you said/it was on a small station/staring at the weeds around/letting the train pass quietly/taking away tender memories/walking so far/.
I am a sad child/I have never grown up/I walked from the grass beach in the north along a white road into a city full of gears/into a narrow street/shed. Every depressed heart/in a cold smoke/continues to tell a green story/I believe my audience/-the sky, and/the water droplets splashed on the sea/they will cover all the graves that can't be found. I know/at that time, all the grass and flowers/will gather around/kiss my sadness gently at the dim moment.
"Not Goodbye" We said goodbye for two years/goodbye results/always goodbye/tonight, you really have to go/really have to go, not goodbye/what else do you need? /Cold hands, no handkerchief/Is it a letter? Letter? /In that paper world/There is a garden where we used to play/We drew patterns on the clean steps/We danced/Danced with the patterns, forgetting that it was dark/The huge Mars was still slowly spinning/Now, let the flame finish reading/It smiled brightly/How warm/I want you to look at me again/However, no, the smoke is floating/You left. Go further and further/when everything disappears in the sound of insects/you will see the fence at dawn/please open the door of the fence/stand quietly, stand/sleep like a flower/you will get sunshine in silence/get sunshine, which is my wish.