How much imagination is needed to go from ants to gods
Text / Gao Wei
I was the first to write Gu Cheng in "The Legend of Him". More than a few years ago, Gu Cheng killed his wife after wielding an axe on New Zealand's Rapids Island and then destroyed himself, making the world sigh infinitely. In the process of writing this long article, Ms. Cao Anna, a famous poet in Qingdao, once talked to me about Gu Cheng in her eyes. Cao Anna once wanted to introduce a book of Chinese poets to foreign countries, which contained Gu Cheng's poems. To this end, Cao Anna and Gu Cheng's family got in touch. In the exchange, Cao Anna won the trust of Gu Cheng's mother and Gu Cheng's sister Gu Xiang, who especially hoped on the phone that Cao Anna would carefully mention Gu Cheng's life. They said that Gu Cheng was not what the outside world said, it really wasn't like that.
The female writer Shang Delan once translated the poet Gu Cheng into French. She once recalled Gu Cheng. It was one day in 1993, and Gu Cheng wrote her two pictures, one was "Fish missing home on the plate"; the other was "People can be born like ants and beautiful as gods". Shang delan recalled that that afternoon, the poet Gu Cheng first sharpened his knife in the kitchen for a long time, and his concentrated appearance was frightening. When he wrote these two words to Chandran, he was emotional. Finished writing, like a relief... A year later, the poet Gu Cheng committed suicide.
Man may be born like an ant and as beautiful as a god. The poet's poetry is as beautiful as a god, and death is like a mortal ant. Which one is the beautiful gucheng of the gods? Which one is the mediocre Gu Cheng? From ants to gods, they are indeed the same poet Gu Cheng.
At the age of 15, Haizi was admitted to the law department of Peking University. Then he wrote poetry. He wrote beautiful poems, he wrote desperate poems. Haizi wrote: "Village, in a village with abundant grains / I settle down / The less I feel, the better!" / Cherish the village of dusk, cherish the village of rain / The cloudless miles are like my eternal sorrow. He wrote a great deal of divine poetry. In life, Haizi, he is drunk and drunk, not so good at human affection, not so good at pleasing girls' hearts. He was neurotic and couldn't figure out all kinds of relationships; he was always out of love. From the ants in life to the gods in poetry, how imaginative is this.
I've seen a foreign movie: a man who goes to jail for a bad job, and in prison, he watches TV with the warden. A news program on the television with a reward of millions in search of a hero to save people was being played, and the man said to the warden, "That person is me." The warden slapped him and said, if you're a hero, then everyone here is the president — in fact, the hero you're looking for on TV is really this prisoner, he saved a lot of people, but he stole the credit cards of three of the rescued people to buy something, and he went to jail. Film critic Wang Shuya once said that a person's virtue is not the motivation for his heroic behavior, and a person's humility is not the inevitable source of his mistakes.
From ants to gods, how much imagination is needed?
I often withdraw my soul and look at the figurative me. I'm a platoon myself. They stood in line. Woman. Mother. Wife. Staff of me. I write poetry. Social me. Me in the crowd. Venue me. Privately I. Good me. Bad me. Ego. Big me. Unify me. Divide me. Outside me. Inside me... Yes, I myself am a platoon, from ants to gods. I have appeared one after another, on different occasions, in different positions. More often than not, I have to wear the right mask, or I will play the drama of life. Yes, all of me, from ants to gods, are this man named Gao Wei. I don't know which one I will be used by fate around which corner? I don't yet know what I'm going to make and what I'm going to do with the hodgepodge of my life.
Will I die of ants, or will I die of God?
From ants to gods, what will I be divided into by various Selves?
Philosophers say: Without the lowest point, there is no highest point. Does this mean that without our ant nature, there would be no divinity? Without ant nature, we are gods and not human beings. We have all kinds of human weaknesses that show that we live like human beings. However, if we let our own life divinity be missing, how interesting is it for a person who lives as an antworm after all? The so-called walking dead means a complete loss of divinity?
Everyone lives from ants to gods. Some are closer to ant nature; some are closer to divinity. How much imagination does everyone from ant to god need? Hundreds of millions of people from ants to gods need billions of our imaginations. The playfulness of red dust and the red dust cannot be ignored; the boredom of life and the reverence of life are all because of this.
About the Author
Gao Wei: Member of the Chinese Writers Association, Vice Chairman of the Qingdao Writers Association, Director of the Poetry Creation Committee of the Qingdao Writers Association. His poems and essays have been published in Poetry Journal, Writers, Stars, Literary Freedom Talk, China Reading Daily, People's Daily, Tonight News, etc. He has published more than 20 collections of essays and poems - "Her Legend", "His Legend", "Love Legend", "Pain, is a Gift of Makeup", "Don't Shake the Bottle of Life", "Bandage the Wound or Bandage the Knife", "The Power to Strike You is Your Strength", etc.; the poetry collection "99 Roses and a Song of Despair", "99 Butterflies and a Song of Nirvana", "Plum Blossom 99 Lane and a Resurrection Song", "Go To the South to Find the North", "The Starfish in the Wind", etc. Edited "Love Feelings" in the century-old prose poetry series.
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