Author: Gu Cheng
Works: I am the Son of Dusk
Contents:
--Written in the past unfortunate years
I am the son of dusk
I woke up under the golden canopy
Crying happily and laughing sadly
Darkness lowered its long lapels
I was betrayed
How much was sold who can tell
Only the moon fell through my fingers
To make the blood freeze - it was counterfeit money
The earthy complexion as supple as earth huh?
Buried my heart and name
My soul that longs to vibrate
Only the whip reclaims rows of fields
Continuously wetted and dried
Rift valleys spread in memory
But the delta sails still want to take me away
Returning light like scalloped sandbars
The sea with its wind of missing teeth
Combing pale curly waves of hair
The iron yoke of the dark clouds closes sharply
Trying to hijack me to the heavens
Yet I belong to the night
As a slave, an inviolable privy
Like a tooth belonging firmly to the dentition
I've been set into a gristmill
And I push and turn the time
In the dark shadows, crushing phosphorescence
So the earth began to faint too
The variant geodesic axis recited the Bible
The small windows chiseled in the lapis lazuli
Because of the repetitions, turned into rows
Perhaps it was the lost fireflies
Lighting up my tears
It was the gaze of the star of the beginning
Wrapped around the Arms like fine silver bracelets
My heavy eyes rise at last
But she drops her pale eyelashes
I am the son of dusk
In love with the daughter of the eastern dawn
But there is only to gaze, not to confide
In the middle is the night's huge corpse-bed
Farewell (in the spring I wave my handkerchief lightly)
Gu Cheng
In the spring,
I wave my handkerchief lightly,
will it take me far away,
or will it return immediately?
No, nothing,
Nothing because,
Like the falling flowers in the water,
Like the dew on the flowers ......
Only the shadows know,
Only the winds know,
Only the colorful butterflies startled by sighs,
Only the colorful butterflies startled by sighs,<
Still fluttering in the heart flowers ......
"Far and Near"
Gucheng
You,
look at me for a while,
and the clouds for a while.
I think,
You are far away when you look at me,
and close when you look at the clouds.
"Generation"
Gu Cheng
The night gave me black eyes
but I use them to look for the light
"The Alley"
Gu Cheng
The alley
is curved and long
No door
No window
I take an old key
Knocking on the thick wall
"Shadow of the Mountain"
Gu Cheng
In the shadow of the mountain
A warrior from the ancient times
holding his steed
The road disappeared around him
He turned into a bas-relief
To a variety of stories
Today he was a devil
Tomorrow he is an angel.
"A Faint Hope"
Me and a million
pebbles that can't hatch
base together
Blue rivers and streams crawl in
Swallowing us up
Spitting us out
Nothing more
Just wishing that the grass would lengthen
Its shadows
The rain walks on the road
The rain walks on the road
And tomorrow is an angel.
The Rain Walk
Clouds, gray and grey
Can't be washed anymore
We opened our umbrellas
So we blackened the sky
In the slowly drifting night
There were two pairs of double stars
There seemed to be no orbit
But only far and near ......
The Bubbles
Two free blisters
Rising from the depths of the dreaming sea ......
The hazy silver mist
disperses in the breeze
Like a child
I pull at you like a child
in a vain attempt to bring the bubbles
back to reality
The Feeling
The sky is grey
The road is grey
The building is grey. of
The rain is gray
In a dead gray
Walked two children
One bright red
One light green
The Arc
Birds turn quickly in a brisk wind
The teenager goes to pick up
A penny
The grapevine is full of Fantasy
Extended tentacles
The backs of the waves shrugged as they flinched
The Evasion
Through the solemn rocks
I
Walked to the shore
"Speak
I know the languages of the world"
The sea laughed
And gave me See
Birds that swim
Fish that fly
Sand that sings
To that eternal questioning
But not a word
The Case
The darkness of the night
Like swarm after swarm of
Masked men
Sneaking closer
Then walking away
I lost the dream
Only the smallest pennies were left in my pocket
"I've been robbed"
I said to the sun
The sun went after the night
And was chased by yet another swarm of night
In the sunset light
In the setting light
You purse your mouth tightly:
"<
"Only a quarter of an hour left"
That is, now for the tragedy.
"Ten years, a hundred years!"
"A thousand miles, a million miles!"
Suddenly you smile mischievously,
revealing your true age.
"The words forgot one."
"Well, definitely forgot one."
We never figured it out,
and the sun was already resting.
Winking
I had this "illusion" at the wrong time.
I was convinced
I couldn't take my eyes off the rainbow
swimming in the fountain
tenderly looking at the pedestrians
I blinked my eyes--
and I turned into a serpentine shadow
The clock
What is it? Clock
Roosting in the church
Silently high on the hour
I blink---
And I turn into a deep well
Saffron
Blossoms on the screen
Excitedly welcoming the spring breeze
I blink my eyes--
and it becomes a bloodbath
For the sake of conviction
I double my eyes
Life Fantasia
Putting my phantoms and dreams
Inside a narrow shell<
The willow boughs weave the canopy
Still swirling with the long song of summer cicadas
Tighten the mast
The wind lifts the sails of the morning mist
I'm sailing
Without a purpose
Swinging through the blue
Letting the sun's waterfalls
And wash the blackness of my skin
The sun is my slender man
It is my slender man
It is my slender man
It is my slender man
It is my slender man
The sun that pulls me down.
It pulls me
With ropes of strong light
Step by step
Through the twelve hours
I'm pushed by the wind
East to west
The sun disappears into the twilight
Darkness comes
I sail into the harbor of the Milky Way
Thousands of stars look at me< /p>
I cast off
The crescent moon - an anchor of gold
The day dawned faintly
Oceans crowded with cloudy icebergs
Touched
"Boom! " - thunder and lightning
There I go heh
The universe is so boundless
Weaving a cradle of golden wheat stalks
Weaving a cradle of golden wheat stalks
To put my inspiration and my heart
Inside
Fill the wheel with buttons
Let time drag
Greet the world
The wheel rolls through
The grasses of thyme and wild daisies
The crickets welcome me
Shaking the strings
I dissolve my hope in the scent of the flowers
Darkness is like the valleys
Day is like the The peaks
Sleep! Close your eyes
And the world is not mine
The horse of time
Tired
Yellow-tailed pacifics
Make their nests in my cart
I'm still going to walk the world on foot-
Deserts, forests, and out-of-the-way corners
The sun bakes the earth
Like a loaf of bread
I walk
Barefoot
I stamp my footprints
Like a stamp all over the earth
The world dissolves into
My life
I'll sing
A human song
A thousand years from now
I'm gonna sing a human song
A human song. Thousands of years from now
Singing in the universe***
Early summer
The dark clouds are thinning
I jump out of the moon's round window
Jumping over a patch of
Beautiful, quiet stagnant water
Back to the village
On a wall of fresh clay
The grass starts to grow
Every wooden door
is new
is as clean as an acacia blossom
Windowpaper doesn't make a sound
like a blank envelope
Don't trust me
and don't trust anyone else
Putting still-awake
acacacia blossoms
into a pair of door rings
Allows The beginning of all stories
full of fragrance and wonder
Morning approaches
Crawl quickly to the trees
I take off my straw hat
Shed my accustomed sheath
Become a
Pale green robin
Yes, I'm going to crow
The roosters are getting old
Hanging down With its lost feathers
All the little girls who wake up early
Go out to the fields
To pick the
red cherries left behind by the spring
And smile
And take in the
Sunshine
Flashing in the sky
Buried by the dark clouds
A stormy rain rinses the
Negative film of my soul
I'm going to call.
The negative of my soul
Ends
In an instant-
Collapse stops
The heads of giants are high up on the river
Sailboats with filial piety
Slowly pass by
Unfolding the dark yellow corpse cloth
How many showy The green trees
were twisted and bent by the cry of pain
were caressing the warrior's cry
The crippled moon
was hidden by God in the fog
It's all over
After the rains
After the rains
a watery plain
A silence
A thousand insect wings ceased to sound
After the horse's teeth
Another insect wing was heard
Another insect wing was seen in the horse's tooth. p>
On the swollen, aching ground of the amaranthine
Water lice chase the trembling waves
Petals, moist reds, pale blues
Bitterly in love with broken branches
Floating foam in the dumping of stolen colors ......
Far away the little willow tree
was glued to its hair
It saw itself for the first time
Why it wasn't happy
My one-wooden boat
(I)
My one-wooden boat,
without oars, without sails,
floated in the middle of the sea,
floating in the middle of the sea middle,
with no oars and no sails.
Wind, wind of fate,
Waves of emotion,
Please engulf me,
Or send me back to the other shore,
Even if it's a dream,
Even if it's a dream ......
I'm looking forward to that,
silent harbor;
I'm looking forward to that,
golden beach;
I'm looking forward to that-
the girl on the shore
Meet her,
meet her,
Meet with her!
(ii)
My one-wooden boat,
with no rudder, no ropes and cables,
drifts in the world of men,
drifts in the world of men,
without a rudder, without a rope or cable.
Winds, oh winds of fate,
Waves of emotion,
Please bury me,
Or send me home,
Even if in pieces,
Even if in pieces ......
I'm missing the,
beautiful trestle bridge;
I'm missing the,
tearful lamp;
I'm missing the-
mother by the lamp
Wishing her good night,
Wishing her good night,
Wish her good night!
I am a small town
My heart,
is a city,
a smallest city.
No cluttered markets,
No multitude of inhabitants,
Cold and quiet,
Cold and quiet.
Only a fallen leaf,
Only a cluster of flowers,
And secretly hiding -
The deep love of childhood ......
My dream,
is a city,
a smallest city.
No stately halls,
No sacred tombs,
Peace and quiet,
Peace and quiet.
Only a mist,
Only a breeze,
Still quietly clinging to-
The innocence of childhood ......
Ah, I am a small city,
a smallest city,
only one person can live,
only one person can live,
the person of my dreams,
the person of my heart,
O my beloved-
O my love-
Why does it not come?
Why doesn't it come?
Dien
I carved your vows
of love
on a candle
and saw how it was
drowned in tears
done up by the fire of the heart
and saw how the last thought
was extinguished
and how it was dispersed by the wind
Snowman
In front of your door
I built a snowman
To represent clumsy me
To keep you waiting
You took out a lollipop
A sweet heart
Buried in the snow
Said that's what makes me happy
The snowman didn't smile
Silent
Until spring's The sun
melts it clean
Where is the man
Where is the heart
By the little pool of tears
Only the bees
Dance of the Green
On the green, spinning,
The little windmill in a trance,
White powdered butterflies like a piece of whirlpool,
You're in the spinning Floating down,
You're floating down in a whirl ......
On the tips of the grass, quivering
Slanting thin shadows,
Golden buds pluck the strings softly,
I'm sinking in a trill,
I'm sinking in a trill ......
Ho, the faint fragrance that touches the heart,
Ho, the aftermath of the spring sea,
Laugh, please, and let me cry,
For the coming life!
For the life that comes!
Consolation
Green wild grapes
Little yellowish moons
Mother fretted
How to make jam
And I said,
Don't add sugar
On the morning fence
There's a sweet
red sun
Poetry
A hazy sunset light
Lined with dark green buildings
You emerged from the misty rain
With a reddish hue from the bath
How many words and past events
Dissolved in a smile
We went into the night sea
To salvage the lost stars
Remember the river?
Remember the river?
She was so good at turning corners
Covering her eyes with little leaves
Then, without a word
We walked for a long time
But didn't ask her where she came from
And finally, only to find
A lovely little lamp
Screeping in the river to bathe
Now, there are no more flowers by the river
Now, there are no flowers by the river
There are no flowers by the river.
Only a path
White as a piece of cotton thread drawn from a big snowball
The dark-skinned trees
Fixed to the snow by winter's magic
Across the water, and they didn't forget
To blame one another
The water, which is still flowing
In the When there's no one there
Singing songs you don't understand
She comes from a warm place
So there's no fear of catching a cold
She puffs softly
As if it were frosted glass
She's going to paint on it
I don't know how to paint
I'll just write letters in the snow
And write down what you want to know everything
Come on, before it's too late
The letter will melt
The flowers that just know better will steal it
Give it to the scary bumblebees
And then the honey's gone
Only a little light is left
Perhaps I shouldn't have written the letter
Perhaps I shouldn't have written the letter
I shouldn't use my eyes Speak
I am bound to the rock by a coarse life
Bearing the parched thirst of dreams
Bearing the sound of the auctioneer's valuation
Crawling over my body
I shall be decided by the world
I shall be decided by the world
But never decide the world
I try hard<
as if only to tighten the noose
I shouldn't have written the letter
I shouldn't have, please don't read it
Keep it in the flames
Until the long night comes
My heart loves the world
My heart loves the world
Loves, kissing her softly on a winter's evening
, like a pure
wildfire, kissing all the meadows
The meadows are warm, and at the end
there's a frozen lake, with perch sleeping at the bottom
My heart loves the world
She melts, like a frosty blossom
Dissolves into my blood, and she
flows graciously, flowing from the ocean to the
Alpine, flowing, making the eyes blue
Making the mornings rosy
My heart loves the world
I love, and with my blood I paint her
Portraits, lovely side portraits
The strings of corn and clusters of beads no longer shine
Some are weary, and turn their heads
Turn their heads to admire an Advertisement
My poems
My poems
were not written on parchment
not eroded
monument and bronze
much less
crossed a fingerprint
in a somber golden page
My poems
were only the wind
a crystal clear wind
It rises
from under the wing feathers of the returning geese
whispering over the roof of the patient's
dreams
over the flaming heart of the fevered man
transformed
clarified
in the green fields of the western countryside
continuing to sink
clean as the spring snow
The twittering silence
Snow, with purity
rejecting people
Far away, in the small bushes
A small flock of finches twittered
They were telling about themselves
And about the way to store grain
And about their mother
And about how the moon buds became <
Golden balloons
I go to many places
I can't leave
that chattering silence
Perhaps in my heart
there was also a winter
a snowy place where no one ever went
where
many little bushes shrank to a ball
maintaining the birds that like to speak
confidently
you say
never again trust the inevitable
never again look at the fingerprints
clenched in tiny fists
never again believe
squinting your eyes
alone on the leafy paths
letting the leisurely winds
surprise
behind you. Surprised
You walk proudly
All is decided
Walking
As if behind you
Followed by a frustrated
child too afraid to cry
He's called destiny
Don't pace there
Don't pace there
It's getting dark
A small group of stars quietly spread out
Surrounding the huge dead tree
Don't pace there
Dreams are too deep
You don't have feathers
Life doesn't measure up to the depths of death
Don't pace there
Down the mountain
Life needs to repeat
Repeat is the way
Don't pace there
Farewell to despair
Farewell to the windy valleys
Crying, it's a blessing
Don't pace there
Lighting
and fresh flowers by the rye fields
are shaking the curtain of dawn
Sometimes
Sometimes the motherland is just a
giant bird's nest
loose northern branches
encircling me
so that I can see the sun
filling my basket with love
so that I love the sun's feathers
we fall asleep in the palm of our hands
dreaming of each other like birds
and all around us is blue air
Autumn
Yellow leaves fluttering
If ......
If the bells ring
Bury me with a feather
I'll weave a pair of
giant wings
In the meditative night
Over the motherland I'm fond of
Continue to fly
The night of the starry isle
Rocking
the starry The bell
still shines
At school
In the corner of a desk
is a note
Is it the original love letter?
Is it the final score?
Who can know
The cat on the room jumped
Scared out the fireflies
The snail is running away
Still staring-
Crooked shadows
Silent
Gnosis
Gummy
Gummy
Trees and trees
Slowly shed tears
Sticky and heart fragments
What makes us fall in love
It's the pain of ****ing together
Not the rapture
We went in search of a light
We traveled so far
We went in search of a light
You say
It's behind the curtains
Surrounded by pure white walls
Wildflowers migrating from dusk
Will turn another color
Walked so far
We went in search of a light
You said
It's at a little station
Gazing at the wild grasses around
Letting the train ride by in silence
Taking with it Gentle memories
Going so far
We went in search of a light
You said
It's right next to the sea
As beautiful as a kumquat
All the children who love it
will be grown up in the morning
Going so far
We went in search of a light
ResumeI was a sad child
Never grew up
I walked out of the northern grassy flats
Out along a
whitened road into
Cities full of cogs
Into the narrow streets of the
boarded-up shacks. Every low heart
in a patch of muted smoke
continues to tell the green story
I trust my listeners
-the sky, and
the sea bursting with droplets
which will resurface all that I am
Resurfacing that which cannot be find
the grave. I know
that then all the grasses and little flowers
will gather round
in a moment when the light is dim
and gently kiss my sorrow
I sing my own song
I sing my own song
On the plantain-covered paths
On the bazaar of shrubs
On the cedar and the Birch dance
On the primal joys of that mountain wilderness
I sing my own song
I sing my own song
On the horrible clouds of smoke from the cogeneration plant
On the intricate tissues of the gearboxes
On the kisses of the grinding wheels
On the workings of that social civilization
I sing my own song
I sing my own song
I sing my own song
That is, not unfamiliar and not skilled
I'm a child of the practice song
Willing to join all the song teams
To keep the normals at bay
I sing my own song
I sing heh, I sing my own song
Until the world returns to prehistoric lonesomeness
The slender moon
comes to me from the sea
and asks softly, Why?
You sing your own song
The land is crooked
The land is crooked
I can't see you
I can only see from afar
The blue sky over your heart
Blue? It's so blue
That blue is the language
I want to make the world feel good
But the smile is frozen on my lips
Better give me a cloud
Wipe away the sunny hours
My tears need tears
My sun needs to sleep in peace
It's not a goodbye
We bid farewell Two years
The result of goodbyes
It's always goodbye
Tonight, you're really going
Really going, not goodbye
What else is needed?
Hands are cold, no handkerchief
Is it a letter? A letter?
In that world of paper stacks
there was a garden of ours
We used to roam the garden
drawing patterns on the clean steps
We danced with the patterns
jumping, forgetting that the sky was dark
The huge sparks were still spinning slowly
Now, it is better to let the The flame read it all
It smiles brightly
How warm it is
How I'd like you to look at me again
And yet, no, the smoke is drifting away
You go away, the love hasn't burned out
The road is still visible
Go away, farther and farther
When it all fades away in a bugle's song
And you'll see the fence of dawn
Please open the flap of that fence
Stand still, stand still
Sleep peacefully like a flower
You'll get the sun in silence
Get the sun, that's what I wish