Gu Cheng's manuscript: "Poetry·Life"

Taken at Xiao Quan’s photography exhibition, next to Ouyang Jianghe’s article.

What was actually given to Xiao Quan was a copy.

Attached is the version (one) circulated on the Internet, which has many discrepancies with the manuscript.

There is one big difference, and I think the content of the manuscript is more appropriate.

Books provide inspiration.

Adam and Eve lost the kingdom of heaven when they unintentionally learned about good and evil.

Hun Chao had a good temper, so he died after his seven orifices were opened.

For me, living, living uniquely, is the most important revelation.

It can be seen from the hand that the fire has been extinguished. The girl swims like pasture and the boy shines. Between minerals and rivers, trees penetrate the earth again and again; their green roots exposed to the air.

I once again passed through the dense death; the earth lifted its feet, and below was a brighter sky. A woman walked across the square, her dark blue and transparent skirt floating around. She didn't believe it.

Many scholars raised their faces, surrounded by gleaming instruments and windows, and they did not believe it. The ever-noisy voices at the plate raised their faces.

——There is no death, I have walked through life a thousand times. Now, I'm walking the humblest path of a little boy.

I put them on the fence and they were a laugh.

I have walked a thousand times in my life. At that time, there were ferns and iron plows on the mountains, books had not yet been born, the words were still lying delicately in the soil, death had not yet been born, and the medieval spires Far from growing.

The ladybug crawled in the dew and fell asleep, woke up, and slept; blinked, no dream. A lavender iridescence flashed across the sky.

Sleep, mushroom; wake up, ladybug. It approaches again and again, bursts out, and becomes a thousand lotus flowers; it closes its fingers in the human world. It likes to play with itself.