The next time you pass by, there will be no me in the world
But my country is still the five mountains upwards
All the rivers are still rolling to the east
The will of the nation is always moving forward
Toward the steaming sun, just like you
- "Cheers Harley"
Mr. Yu Guangzhong has great feelings for the river, especially the Yellow River, only because "the feelings of the descendants of The Chinese people for the Yellow River are as indelible as the birthmark."
In 2001, Mr. Yu was invited to give a lecture at Shandong University and finally witnessed the Yellow River on his return trip. This was the first time he touched the Yellow River with his hand: "I have been waiting for this moment for more than seventy years, and it is definitely worth it." Instantly, he dissolved his years of obsession.
Old Cow Bay, 120cm X 100cm, 2018, oil on canvas
As early as 1966, when he was in his prime, Yu Guangzhong wrote "When I Die", entrusting himself to the hometown of Shanhe: "When I die, bury me, between the Yangtze River and the Yellow River/ Pillow my head, white hair covered with black soil / In China, the most beautiful and motherly country / I will sleep calmly, sleep the whole continent." ”
Now that he is ancient, resting under the earth, his spirit and flesh have sunk into the entire Yellow River Valley. His voice has flowed to Queshan Mountain, "no more than 200 meters above sea level, no main peak", gentle and harmonious; his body lies in the loess ravine in The Jinzhong of Shanxi, resolute, rugged, old and strong; and his poetry has surged to the Hukou Waterfall, pouring for thousands of miles, running endlessly.
Jinzhong Loess Gully, 200cm X 160cm, 2016, oil on canvas
Write my name on the water
Don't write him on the clouds
Not engraved on his forehead of the century
- "The Mad Poet"
"Quehua Spring Color" (part of the long volume of "Yellow River"), oil on canvas
"Hukou Waterfall" (part of the long volume of "Yellow River"), oil on canvas
Some people have commented on Yu Guangzhong, an "arrogant" creator, since "an autumn dusk / a teenager sitting in the window open to the Purple Mountain / writing his first poem", his Yellow River water has been in the flood season, creative inspiration is continuous, until the twilight of his life he still worked hard. "This has almost become an event in poetry." In the last years of his life, he still wanted to spend the rest of his time writing more poetry and translating more works.
Footage from the documentary "They Write on the Island: The Getaway"
Man is in the world, just like being in a long river, there is no road upstream, no crossing in the middle reaches, and no bridges downstream. The human body is in it, and the water and grass flutter like a weed. But The gentleman also told us that no matter what, we should still do eternal tug-of-war with the body of water and grass at the same time.
Exactly, what an opponent
Before stumbling across the line
No one has ever seen it
Only the wind blows and the stars tremble
I'm not left
Tug-of-war with eternity
- "Tug-of-War with Eternity"