What are the classic works of Gu Cheng?

1. Gu Cheng's poems and poems written by Gu Cheng. I like Gu Cheng wearing a white hat and writing clean poems. The poem jumped away and he left. 1: You don't want to plant flowers, you say, I don't want to see them drop a little. Yes, in order to avoid the end, you avoided the beginning. -"Avoid" 2: You, look at me for a while, and look at the clouds for a while. I think when you look at me, it's far away, and when you look at the clouds, it's close. -"Far and Near" 3: Everything is clear, but we still miss it in a hurry, because you believe in fate, because I doubt life. -"Missed" 4: I have never been known by anyone, so I have not been forgotten by anyone. Living in other people's memories is not my purpose. Meeting is a matter of two people, leaving is a decision of one person. Meeting is just the beginning, but leaving is to meet the next one; This is a world where one person is gone, but we are not good at saying goodbye. 5: I need the craziest wind and the quietest sea. -"The World and Me" Chapter 8 6 in the morning: The grass is bearing seeds and the wind is shaking the leaves. It's beautiful that we stand without talking. Gu Cheng's Door 7: The night gave me a pair of black eyes, but I used them to look for light-Gu Cheng's Generation 8: How I wish I had a door where the morning sun shone on the grass. We stood there holding our doors and windows. The door is low, but the sun is shining. The grass is sowing and the wind is waving its leaves. We just stood and said nothing, and everything was fine. -Gu Cheng's "In front of the door" 9: I have never been known by anyone, so I have not been forgotten by anyone. Living in other people's memories is not my purpose. -Gu Cheng Early Seeds 10: I hope every moment is as beautiful as colored crayons. I hope I can draw on the white paper I love, draw clumsy freedom and draw eyes that will never cry. A sky, a feather and leaves belonging to the sky, a light green night and apples. I want to draw the morning, dew and smile that I can see. Draw all the youngest love. -Gu Cheng's I am a wayward child 1 1: You should be a dream, and I should be a gust of wind. -Gu Cheng's You and Me 12: Go to sleep and close your eyes, the world has nothing to do with me-Gu Cheng's Fantasia for Life 13: The bearer loses. I lost my poem when I wanted to be a poet. When I wanted to be a person, I lost myself. When you don't want anything, everything comes as planned. Gu Cheng's Lost of the Holder 14: Time is running out, the world is still long, and I should take a rest in the middle-Gu Cheng 15: The alley is winding and long, with no doors or windows. I knocked on the thick wall with an old key-Gu Cheng's Alley15. It is late at night, and there are many lights. They are always together, and we always have to meet again. Goodbye, for goodbye. Goodbye from Gu Cheng 17: The handwriting is blurred because of missing-Goodbye from Gu Cheng 18: I believe everything is a seed. Only after burial can there be vitality. Dear teacher Andersen 19: I carved your oath/love/on a candle/saw how it was drowned by tears/burned by my heart/saw my last thought/how it died out/how it was blown away by the wind-Gu Cheng 20: I am a wayward child, I want to erase all misfortunes, and I want to smear it all over the earth. -Gu Cheng 2 1: I am dreaming, I am disillusioned, and I always forgive disillusionment, but I never let it go. 2. What are the classic poems of Gu Cheng? 1: You don't want to plant flowers, you say, I don't want to see them drop a little. Yes, in order to avoid the end, you avoided the beginning. -Gu Cheng's "Avoidance" 2: You, look at me for a while and look at the clouds for a while. I think when you look at me, it's far away, and when you look at the clouds, it's close. -Gu Cheng's "Far and Near" 3: Everything is clear, but we still miss it in a hurry, because you believe in fate, because I doubt life. -Gu Cheng's "Missing" 4: I have never been known by anyone, so I have not been forgotten by anyone. Living in other people's memories is not my purpose. Meeting is a matter of two people, leaving is a decision of one person. Meeting is just the beginning, but leaving is to meet the next one; This is a world where one person is gone, but we are not good at saying goodbye. -Gu Cheng 5: I need the craziest wind and the quietest sea. Gu Cheng 6: The grass is bearing seeds and the wind is shaking the leaves. It's beautiful that we stand without talking. Gu Cheng's Door 7: The night gave me a pair of black eyes, but I used them to look for light-Gu Cheng's Generation 8: How I wish I had a door where the morning sun shone on the grass. We stood there holding our doors and windows. The door is low, but the sun is shining. The grass is sowing and the wind is waving its leaves. We just stood and said nothing, and everything was fine. -Gu Cheng's "In front of the door" 9: I have never been known by anyone, so I have not been forgotten by anyone. Living in other people's memories is not my purpose. -Gu Cheng Early Seeds 10: I hope every moment is as beautiful as colored crayons. I hope I can draw on my beloved white paper, draw clumsy freedom, and draw eyes that will never cry. A sky, a feather and leaves belonging to the sky, a light green night and apples. I want to draw the morning, dew and smile that I can see. Draw all the youngest love. -Gu Cheng's I am a wayward child 1 1: You should be a dream, and I should be a gust of wind. -Gu Cheng's You and Me 12: Go to sleep and close your eyes, the world has nothing to do with me-Gu Cheng's Fantasia for Life 13: The bearer loses. I lost my poem when I wanted to be a poet. When I wanted to be a person, I lost myself. When you don't want anything, everything comes as planned. The Lost Holder by Gu Cheng 14: Time is running out, and the world is still long, so I should rest in the middle-Gu Cheng 15: The alley is winding and long, with no doors or windows, and I knocked on the thick wall with an old key-Gu Cheng's Alley Introduction to Gu Cheng: Gu Cheng (/? The phrase "The night gave me black eyes/I used them to look for light" of his generation became a classic sentence in China's new poems. Gu Cheng/Kloc-started his writing career at the age of 0/7, contributing to various newspapers and magazines. 1987 began to travel to Europe for cultural exchange. 1988 lived in seclusion in Rapids Island, New Zealand, and lived a self-sufficient life. 1993, 10 year10.8, he killed his wife Xie Ye with an axe and hanged himself under a big tree. Xie Ye died later. The fairy tale stage from 1969 to 1982 is the early stage of his creation, and his overall style is bright and pure. There are two creative peaks at this stage-1970 to 1972 and 1982. Gu Cheng wrote many works of genius during this period. He focused on the beautiful, pure and bright things in nature, supplemented by rich and strange imagination, and created a charming and incredible artistic space for readers and an ideal fairy tale world for himself. He is a born poet. His creation at this time depends not on social experience, but on his sensitivity to everything and his innate talent. Of course, he is also thinking and exploring attentively, and his poems also reveal a little nothingness and decadence. The language of Gu Cheng's early fairy tales is concise, with the characteristics of children's language, ethereal and pure, short sentences and beautiful artistic conception. The delicate artistic feeling mixes all sounds, sounds, lights and tastes into a wonderful world. Children can be said to be a unique image, and the image of children in Gu Cheng's poems has its own unique meaning. The creation of such poetic images should be said to be quite successful. Image-building in performing arts, as a different style in art categories, sometimes has the same effect. Gu Cheng wrote fairy tale elements such as animals and plants in nature in his poems. Technically, personification is often used; From the perspective of writing, it is a childhood perspective; But in artistic style, simplicity comes from a childlike innocence. Gu Cheng's poems are very natural. Although his poems are far from the appearance of complicated social life, they are close to the real state of quiet and complacent cosmic life. This is precisely the truest and best state of poetry. Gu Cheng's poems are easy to read, and there are no obstacles in image, language and form. Gu Cheng's poems are generally short in sentence structure, uncommon in language, ordinary in words and pure and simple in words. In "I am a wayward child", the poet constructed a fresh and beautiful fairy tale world, and with the poet's unique imagination, he broke the shackles of the real world and realized his spiritual freedom. In The Lonely Man in the North and The Snowhouse of Eskimos, Gu Cheng not only realized the true meaning of marriage and love in the art world, but also devoted his life to pursuing it in real life, even fighting against secularism and morality for the true love in his heart. The transition period from 1983 to 1986 belongs to the middle period of his creation. The works of this period are a period of self-exploration and transformation of poets, and there are different opinions. From this part of the works, readers can clearly feel the difference and connection with the works before and after, and this stage is the transitional period of the poet's creative transformation. The works of this period still have a strong fairy tale color, but they also have a deeper connotation. It may be that the conflict between reality and ideal played a role in Gu Cheng, which made him unable to continue writing simple poems invariably and had to deal with it. 3. "We live in the wall" comes from Gu Cheng's poem "Wake up with a wall"? Waiting for the wall to wake up forever, there are some fallen leaves on the ground, leaving the last birds and nests. On my silent birthday, many hay withered and still grew. I study music in the alley. My birthday is in autumn. I can only say that the sun threw so many stones. There are signs of life. Many years ago, I began to wait for the loose snowflakes on the concrete floor, the sparkling ice on the small pond in the dark, and the clinging wood in the water. The blue atmosphere will ruin the house. I want to go straight behind my back. I am in a daze in a clean life. Birds fluttered at the barn door, and the stone mill was among the potato chips. I looked out from the small window with one eyelid, and I was a little sleepy. Because there are stars, it rains all the time. The leaking gray tiles were pressed together, and a stupid crow slipped down my shoulder without warning. My hands are a little numb. The bird with my voice has no companion to light a fire on the black water. Fire is beautiful. The smile of water touches the wall. My breath is a paper boat. Do you know the canyon? There are many canyons in the world. Some canyons have temples and branches. I'm talking about the farther canyon. Water in the distance stays at night. I touched the stone beside the sun. The dusk on the stone canyon that Shi Shui didn't take away is a flame diluted by cyan. I hope there is a smiling dusk wall in the stone. The boat on the wall touches the wall and touches it with a small light. I gave it to five walls. Quietly try on clothes, meet something in dusty shallow water, or escape. I'm afraid of the darkness underwater. I'm not a natural fish. I have the temptation of fish. The ship is still touching the water. There is a cave for drinking wind. You want to escape, there are many conditions. The water is very thick, and your lips are close to the coast. Next time, there is a bright house on the shore with a tinder iron boat hanging on the window. I need to walk around. My hands need to see the dawn on the cigarette paper. The wall of dawn follows my helmet at dawn. There are many clods hanging on the plateau. My heart is clod. The huge dawn is bending over, forcing me to think about fish and fish in smoke. There seems to be a small bellows that can float around in the light and keep drinking the wind. Look at the sun Looking at the smokeless sun, I live on the surface of the shadow. I have almost seen spring, and so have my hands. There is pollen on it, and she won't lie to me. Have you ever seen a cemetery? There is only one side of the wall, just like paper written on one side. I am not a bird. My voice has been to places where there is no water, and there is no canyon. Latex-colored bubbles are bursting. One place is hungry, another place is thirsty. Well-packaged human beings, I hope there is a wall and the land will finally stand upright. I will walk on the wall. This is my only way. This is my only way. A galaxy swam towards me with a small fish that ate moss. I almost laughed. My hands are open like a net. I don't have a net? The moon has a shell flame, and quickly drops a drop of transparent honey-colored flame from the gap, blackening my auricle. Yesterday, the power went out. The moon is the only light. The city is full of coal. There are soldiers on the hot road. You sleep in the bed. Your feet are standing on the wall. Your toes are on the wall. You close the window with your hand. You call raindrops fish. Raindrops accumulated water on the accumulated copper sheets. Do you want a walking wall? Do you want a walking wall? There are Japanese sliding doors. Ten glasses can also be used as doors. The bright glass began to turn. The broad leaves are not lit. It's a morning with bright leaves and veins. Tattooed Sun began to invade. At the beginning of the meeting, the short spear shook the ground and the earth resisted slightly. It was only the morning of January. City bars were built with sugar cubes everywhere. The swaying shadows stood meekly in the center around them, and the grass outside stopped breathing. Please reach out slowly to proofread1September 24, 983. Note: This day is the author's birthday. This is his first birthday after he got married. 4. A poem expressing the poet's yearning for life, a fantasy of life. Gu Cheng put my longing and dreams into a long and narrow shell, and the awning woven by willow branches circled around the long sound of Xia Chan, tightening the mast rope, and the wind blew the sails of the morning mist. I set sail aimlessly, rippling in the blue sky, letting the waterfall of the sun wash my skin black. The sun is my tracker, pulling me step by step with a strong rope. After a journey of 12 hours, I was pushed east and west by the wind, and the sun disappeared in the twilight. As night fell, I sailed into the harbor of the Milky Way. Thousands of stars looked at me, leaving a new moon-the golden anchor day dawned, and the sea was full of muddy icebergs. Thunder and lightning, I went. Oh, the universe is so boundless, and my inspiration comes from the golden straw. Put the button wheel on your heart and let time drag on to meet the world. The wheels ran over the grass of thyme and wild chrysanthemum. Crickets welcome me and shake my strings. I want to melt my hope into flowers, and the night is like a valley and the day is like a peak. Sleep! When I close my eyes, the world is nothing to me. The horse of time was exhausted, and the yellow-tailed Taiping bird made a nest in my car. I still want to travel all over the world-deserts, forests and remote corners. The sun bakes the earth like a loaf of bread. I walk barefoot. I printed my footprints all over the earth like a stamp and melted into my life. I want to sing a human song that resonates in the universe after a thousand years. 5. Seek classic poems from Gu Cheng and appreciate Far and Near. You look at me for a while and the clouds for a while. I think when you look at me, it's far away, and when you look at the clouds, it's close. This poem is very much like a push-pull lens in photography. It uses the transformation of subjective distance between "you", "me" and "cloud" to express the habitual fear between people and the intimate relationship between man and nature. This contrast is not without tendentiousness, which implies "I"' s desire for human nature to return to nature. Appreciation of Gu Cheng-Far and Near is only six short sentences, but it contains rich connotations of historical reflection. "Far" and "near" are the concepts of physical distance, which exist objectively and have scientific measurement. However, the psychological distance of emotions is different, and "far" can become "near" and "near" can become "far". The transformation of psychological distance between "you", "me" and "cloud" in the poem reflects the estrangement and vigilance between people, and the poet's yearning and pursuit of harmonious and ideal interpersonal relationship. The three images of "you", "me" and "cloud" in the poem all have certain symbolic significance. "You" and "I" both live in objective reality and belong to social members, while "Cloud" symbolizes beautiful and simple nature. "If you look at me, you will be far away" means that the ground is near and the heart is far, "if you look at the clouds, you will be near", and "you are close to the sky". The poet's dialectical emotional way of "man is far away from the world" has become the development way of human aesthetic ideal, that is, "from the truth of the object to the truth of the subject, from passive reflection to subjective creation." This poem seems handy, but in fact it is ingenious, giving people the feeling that it is natural but unnatural, clever but not artificial. Appreciating the second poem "Far and Near" is the poet's essential discovery of abnormal life. When this poem was first published, it was considered as a strange poem that was difficult to understand. According to the rigid reading mode at that time, people have become accustomed to the passive thinking mode, and this poem is really difficult to interpret. Because the distance between you and me can't be far beyond the distance between you and the cloud. But why does the poet feel that "when you look at me, it is far away, and when you look at the clouds, it is very close"? The reason is that the poet wrote about an abnormal life and a distorted interpersonal relationship. In this twisted relationship, everything is upside down. The relationship between people who should be close is alienated by the barrier of the soul, which seems so lonely and inaccessible; Because of the alienation of interpersonal relationship, man and nature have narrowed the distance and become very close. Perhaps, it is precisely because of the closeness between man and nature that man's loneliness is further manifested; Perhaps it is this loneliness that often reminds Gu Cheng of the kingdom of dreams. But Gu Cheng should know that in this world full of contradictions, the dream kingdom of heaven does not exist. Appreciation III This poem is a very famous poem among obscure poems, and many people have read it. Gu Cheng expressed people's philosophical thinking about distance, the relationship between man and nature, and the relationship between people in his poems. This relationship is full of a dialectical distance, a pain of beauty and love. The lover nearby is far away, but the clouds in the sky are very close. Lovers can be close, but they can't be really close. Naturally, they are isolated in distance, but beside their hearts. Poetry shows a penetrating beauty, a pure beauty, a magical beauty, and a painful and speculative sadness. Gu Cheng said that he would "cast a key with pure silver in his heart, open the door of heaven and face mankind." But "the horse of time is exhausted." Even in his best beautiful poems, his sadness and disappointment are vaguely revealed. 6. What are Gu Cheng's classic poems? 1. The flowers in the morning are very thin, the shadows in the afternoon are big and light, and the wind side crosses the fence. On the fresh mud wall, the grass begins to grow-Gu Cheng's I will breathe like grass II. Destiny is not the wind, it blows around, it is the earth, and you are in it wherever you go. -"Ying Er" 3 from Gu Cheng. I'm dreaming. I'm disillusioned. Fantasy always forgives disillusionment, but it never lets go-Gu Cheng's My Fantasy 4. Push open the door and bring the most legal expression. I can't see others, and I can't hide my heart-Gu Cheng's World and Me 5. Sleep and close your eyes, the world has nothing to do with me-Gu Cheng's Fantasia for Life 6. You should be a dream and I should be a gust of wind. You and I are from Gu Cheng 7. The clock perched in the church and quietly struck the time. The stars are all dressed up to go down the mountain, but the moon hesitates but is not lonely. The branches are scattered, which makes me see the moon. The moon can't see me, and there are no branches-Gu Cheng 10, the back of shrinking and rising waves-Gu Cheng's arc 1 1, and now the branches are thin and swaying in the wind. At the age of twenty, we are all gone-Gu Cheng's Ran Ruo 12, one needs the sun. I like to walk on the road of the ancient city 13. I just need to fill in the small flowers. I want to know their birthdays. The night gave me black eyes, but I used them to look for light. Gu chengyi 15. The grass is bearing seeds. It's beautiful that we stand without talking. -Gu Cheng's "In front of the door" Gu Cheng's creative style: 1969 to 1982 is the early stage of his creation, and the overall style is bright and pure. There are two creative peaks at this stage-1970 to 1972 and 1977 to 65438+. Gu Cheng wrote many works of genius during this period. He focused on the beautiful, pure and bright things in nature, supplemented by rich and strange imagination, and created a charming and incredible artistic space for readers and an ideal fairy tale world for himself. He is a born poet. His creation at this time depends not on social experience, but on his sensitivity to everything and his innate talent. Of course, he is also thinking and exploring attentively, and his poems also reveal a little nothingness and decadence. 7. Gu Cheng 1 Poems about friendship. You don't want to plant flowers, you say, I don't want to see them wither a little. Yes, in order to avoid the end, you avoided the beginning. 2. Gu Cheng's "In front of the door" How I wish there was a morning at the door. When the sun shines on the grass, we stand and guard our door. The door is low, but the sun is shining, the grass is bearing seeds, and the wind is shaking the leaves. When we stand, it will be beautiful without talking. It will be a beautiful morning if it is not opened. The night is still wandering. We gave him the lyre. We're not leaving. We need land. We need land that will never be destroyed. We're going to ride for life. This land is rugged and sometimes narrow. However, it has a history and a sky. A moon, dew and the land we love in the morning. We stood and dug with wooden shoes. The door was very hot. We leaned gently against it. The grass behind the beautiful wall will not grow again. It just touched the sun with its fingertips. 8. Looking for Gu Cheng's classic poem "Don't" (in spring, I gently waved my handkerchief) In Gu Cheng's spring, did I gently wave my handkerchief or will I come back soon? No, nothing, nothing because, like falling flowers in the water, like dew on flowers ... Only shadows can understand, only wind energy can understand, and only butterflies that start with sighs are still flying in the hearts of flowers ... "Far and Near" Gu Cheng, look at me for a while, and look at the clouds for a while. I think when you look at me, it's far away, and when you look at the clouds, it's close. The night in the ancient city gave me black eyes, but I used them to look for light. The alleys of the ancient city are long and winding, with no doors or windows. I took an old key and knocked on the thick wall. Mountain Shadow shows an ancient warrior disappearing around with his battle road. Today he becomes a rescuer, tomorrow he becomes an angel. I'm stuck in countless pebbles that can't hatch. Blue rivers and streams crawl around, engulfing us and quietly spitting us out. There is nothing to do but hope that the grass can prolong its shadow. "Rain goes" clouds can no longer be washed clean. We opened our umbrellas and simply painted the sky black. In the slowly drifting night, there are two pairs of binary stars that seem to have no orbit, but they are far and near. Bubbles Two free bubbles rise from the depths of the sea of dreams. The misty silver fog dispersed in the breeze, and I clung to you like a child and brought the foam back to the real land in vain. I feel that the sky is gray, the road is gray, the rain is gray, and two children walk through the ashes. A bright red bird and a light green bird quickly turned to a teenager in the strong wind and picked one up. The fence vine stretches out because of fantasy, and the wave back rises because of retreat. I dodged and walked towards the coast through the towering rocks. You said I knew all the languages in the world. The sea smiled and showed me swimming birds, flying fish and singing beaches, but said nothing to that eternal question. Case, the night walked quietly like a group of masked men. I lost my dream and walked away. There is only the smallest penny left in my pocket. "I was robbed." I told the sun that the sun was chasing the night and was chased by another group of nights. In the evening light, you pursed your lips tightly: "There is only a quarter of an hour left." In other words, there is a tragedy now. "Ten years, a hundred 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. Blink of an eye in that wrong era, I had such an "illusion". I firmly believe that my eyes are fixed on the rainbow swimming in the fountain, and I look at the pedestrians gently. It turned into a snake shadow in the blink of an eye. When the clock perched quietly in the church, in the blink of an eye, it turned into a deep well red flower blooming on the screen, and I greeted the spring breeze excitedly. In the blink of an eye, it becomes a bloody fantasy of life in order to firmly believe that your eyes are wide open. That song put my vision and dream into a long and narrow shell, and the canopy made of willow branches circled around the long sound of Xia Chan. The wind tightened the ropes of the mast and blew the sails of the morning mist. I set sail aimlessly, rippling in the blue sky, letting the waterfall of sunshine wash my skin black. The sun is my tracker. It pulled me through the journey of 12 hours step by step with a strong light rope. I was pushed by the wind, and the sun disappeared in the dusk. In the dark, I sailed into the harbor of the Milky Way, and thousands of stars looked at me, casting new moons-golden anchors, the dawn of the ocean, icebergs full of dark clouds, and thundering-when I got there, the universe was so boundless, woven with golden wheat straw, putting my inspiration and heart in, and letting time drag on to welcome the world. The wheels ran over the grass of thyme and wild chrysanthemum. Crickets welcome me and shake my strings. I melt my hopes into flowers, and the night is like a valley, and the day is like a mountain peak. Go to sleep! When I close my eyes, the world is nothing to me. The horse of time was exhausted, and the yellow-tailed Taiping bird made a nest in my car. I still want to travel all over the world-deserts, forests and remote corners. The sun bakes the earth like a loaf of bread. I walk barefoot. I printed my footprints all over the earth like a stamp and melted into my life. I want to sing a human song. Thousands of years later, it resonated in the universe. In early summer, the dark clouds gradually thinned out. I jumped out of the round window of the moon, jumped over the beautiful and quiet water and returned to the village with fresh mud walls. Grass began to grow, every wooden door was new, clean as acacia flowers, and enough paper was as silent as a blank envelope. Don't believe me or others put the lovesickness flowers that haven't woken up in pairs of knockers, so that the beginning of all stories is full of fragrance and surprise. It's dawn, climb the tree quickly. I took off my straw hat and habit sheath and turned it into a light green cicada. Yes, I'm going to call a rooster. All the early girls will go to the fields to pick the red cherries left by spring and smile. The sun flashed in the sky and was covered by dark clouds. The rainstorm washed away the film of my soul. At the end of the moment-the collapse stopped, the sailboat with the head of a giant on the river slowly passed by and unfolded in a dark yellow. How many beautiful green trees are crying and twisting? The body is crying and caressing the soldier. The broken moon was hidden in the thick fog by God. It's over. After the rain, Shui Yuan was silent. On the expansive land of purslane, the wings of thousands of insects no longer vibrate. Water lice chase trembling petals, moisten red and light blue, desperately love broken branches and floating foam, and sell stolen colors. The willow in the distance sticks out its hair. For the first time, it understood why it was unhappy. My canoe (1) My canoe, without paddles and sails, floats in the middle of the sea, without paddles and sails. 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 that quiet harbor; I am looking forward to the golden beach; What I am looking forward to is-the girl on the shore meets her, meets her, meets her! (2) My canoe, without rudder and rope, floats in the world, floating in the world, without rudder and rope. The wind.