Fine Reading | The lights dim, where are you?
Author famous poet Shu Ting One point recommended reading The wind passes through the forest Note: This is an essay by the famous writer Shu Ting who fondly recalls Gu Cheng and Xie Ye, with sincere feelings and eternal thoughts, which makes people embarrassed every time they read. One of the best essays I've ever read. When the burden of life becomes the last straw that crushes faith and ideals, countless beautiful poems and distant places make people feel more sad and helpless. But the flame of ideals will never be extinguished, which is the inexhaustible source and endogenous motivation for us to maintain our pursuit and dignity in life between the present and eternity. Just like the sunrise and sunset every day, what we do is to maintain admiration and awe for the splendor and splendor without giving up running every day.On October 8, 1993, from Ann Arbor, Lee drove to downtown Iowa City at 5 p.m. Lee and I smoked cigarettes while stuffing coins on the pay phone. Usually, Tan Jia's voice was soft and slow, but this time the speed was suddenly five times faster: "... Something, I'll come and lead the way. "Click, we were both stunned. Stopping the car, Tan Jia put on a beige trench coat and went straight to me, like a bird facing the wind—about half an hour ago, Wang Yu called from New York to inform Gu Cheng and Xie Ye of the bad news. At the residence of Tan Jia and Jiaxing, I was at a loss. After dinner, Li Dian drove me to the bar, home, the master slept, I sat alone, drunk in the middle of the night...
If there is love on earth, it is the beginning and the end. In the early spring of 1979, at No. 76 ("Today") in Beijing, there was a knock on the door, Gu Cheng and Gu Xiang walked in, and we met for the first time. Gu Cheng was like a child, shy and silent, and Gu Xiang's eyes were bright, as if he could speak. The siblings just went to the Xidan "Democracy Wall", their blood boiled, and at the instigation of Gu Cheng, they went straight to the editorial office of "Today". From that day on, we walked all the way, and the corridor of time flickered and came to an abrupt end at the end of fourteen years.
On October 18, 1993, I wrote a postscript in the winter issue of Today: "December 23, the fifteenth anniversary of today's publication. On the way to this anniversary, we once again heard the death knell: the departure of Gu Cheng and Xie Ye was shocking, and the world seemed even more empty. Recall the day when "Today" was born in a snow-covered farmhouse of less than six square meters, so far away, with an abyss in between. The past is like a big ship sailing, and we are saying goodbye to each other and recognizing each other at this moment. Dead friends become the owners of that ship. ”
The past and this moment open doors and the host and guest greet each other, but they are difficult to identify.
Between words and blanks, memory is not very reliable, but it is real: the patchwork of fragments or the overlap of images constitute our common past and dreams.
- North Island
In October 1993, I was transferred from Fujian to Beijing and was about to fly to Austria at the invitation of the University of Vienna. In the hotel in the Fujian office in Beijing, a reporter named Ah Mao came to me. I have never been interviewed, and although I am a familiar friend, I don't want to make an exception. Before leaving home, I had just learned about the bad news from a long-distance call abroad, so I came down to the lobby to see him, in fact, just to learn more. There was no Internet in those days, and all information was slow and broken. Ah Mao has the acumen and advantages of a reporter, and he immediately learned the news, and knew that I happened to be in Beijing, so he immediately rushed to test it.
Later, in his short article, Ah Mao said that I "left expressionless, and my back when I walked into the elevator was very tired and heavy."
It was only about a week since Gu Cheng's death.
1. Fairy tale poets
——给G· C
You believe in the fairy tales you wrote
He himself became the blue flower of the fairy tale
Your eyes are omitted
Sick trees, decaying walls
Rusty iron gratings
With just a simple signal
Assemble a team of stars, purple vetch and grasshoppers
To the unpolluted distance
Let's go
The heart may be small and tiny
The world is big, big
So, people believe you
Believed in Tason after the rain
There are thousands of small suns hanging
Mulberries and fishing rods bend to the surface of the river
Yun'er wrapped her kite around its tail
Countless shaken memories
Shake off the dust of the years
With a voice like sterling silver
Talk to your dreams
The world may be small, very small
The field of the heart is big, big
1980.4
The manuscript, written in April 1980, should be amended in 1981. The first time I met Gu Cheng was at the first "Youth Poetry Meeting" held by the Poetry Journal, which was in the summer of 1980.
Young poets came to Beijing from all over the world by means of transportation. The former site of the "Poetry Journal" in Hufang Bridge is a small yard, a simple and simple small building, and the begonia fruit has accumulated branches.
On the day of official registration, the small conference room was bustling. A boy with big eyes walked straight to him and stretched out his hand: "Shu Ting, I'm Gu Cheng." Gu Cheng was 24 years old.
I have learned that among this group of students, there are two colleagues from "Today", and although they meet Gu Cheng for the first time, they are as close as the township party. Gu Cheng pulled me to the corridor, hid in the river in the dark corner, and walked out to shake hands cordially, with the smell of cigarettes on my hands.
That's all recognized. From then on, as long as the two of them arrived, we were inseparable. We foreigners live in temporary dormitories in the office, and Beijing students can only "study on a day". On weekdays, writing and cultivation go their separate ways, listening to reports or discussing and studying together, and rivers hardly come.
The Poetry Magazine did not open meals, and we were arranged in the opera house (drama theater?). Partner. While lining up for food, Jiang He told me that Gu Cheng was very depressed because the tutor arranged for him to strictly discipline him. We went to beg Teacher Shao Yanxiang and transferred Gu Cheng to Teacher Shao Yanxiang, and Gu Cheng was released. Several of our female poets are classified as Teacher Yan Chen, who is like a bodhisattva and cares for us.
The poem will conclude in Beidaihe, and now in retrospect, it should be the most economical and effective public tourism.
It was really a summer of youth. Almost everyone stayed on the beach and stayed up all night. The phosphorescence splashing on the reef, the splashing of flying fish over the sea, and the moon on the blue sky are very cool and clean. I hugged my knees and sat on a large bath towel, while Jiang He Gucheng was half-lying and half-sitting. Brush away the stars on the bushes, oh, there is Liang Xiaobin behind.
Gu Cheng asked me to step on the waves, Jiang He smiled knowingly, he knew that Gu Cheng had a secret to tell me. Rolling up his trousers and strolling along the shoal, Gu Cheng took out a small red book, opened the inner page, and embedded a photo of a girl. With long braids and bright big eyes, it was Xie Ye.
Their acquaintance was romantic. On the train from Shanghai to Beijing, the two fell in love at first sight. Gu Cheng was shy, pretending to read the newspaper, and the newspaper dug a hole to peek. When he was discovered, he didn't say it was broken, the man just blushed, Gu Cheng said. After the train arrived at the station, Gu Cheng hurriedly stuffed the piece of paper with the address written on it into the girl's hand. So the "Book of Two Places" was enthusiastically launched. Alas, in the years without mobile phones, Gu Cheng's poetic temperament must be more prosperous, withstanding the test of distance and the Xie family's worries are not optimistic, and love is finally ripe.
In 1983, Gu Cheng Xie Ye came to Gulangyu Island and said that it was a honeymoon. My son is less than a year old, his physique is weak, he is hospitalized and hangs bottles, and I rush to the hospital every day. So they let them live at their father's house a hundred meters away. When friends came to Gulangyu Island, they were basically received by my father, from the earliest Ai Weiwei, and later Munk to Jianghe. Beidao said many times that he wanted to come to Gulangyu to see me, but later he heard Shao Fei say that Gulangyu was just a big garden, so he didn't come. Hmph, I remember hating!
Gu Cheng and his wife lived in their father's bedroom, and his father moved to the bird room. Father loves birds, and the avior house is only six square meters.
My father, who loves to cook, painstakingly arranged the meat, fish, sugar, and dried bean tickets in his hand, and changed his methods to make them food. My brother and sister-in-law arrived home after work after noon, and my father was afraid that he would starve the guests, so he let them eat first. When my sister-in-law came home, I lifted the veil, and all four dishes and one soup had been swept clean, and even the vegetable juice was not left.
I heard a friend relay an anecdote: it was said that a few years later, Gu Cheng and his wife went to England, and after the invitation time ended, they borrowed a friend's apartment. The friend went on a family trip, and when they returned home, they found that everything they could eat in the house had been completely wiped out. My friend jokingly said: It's like being robbed by little mice.
About eight or five years, right? Fujian Dongshan held the "Butterfly Island Poetry Party", and I invited old friends such as Jiang He, Gu Cheng, Yang Mu, Fu Tianlin, Chen Suoju and so on. Gu Cheng asked in the letter: Can you bring Xie Ye? The organizer did not have much money, and the Dongshan poet Liu Xiaolong was very embarrassed, so I hardened my heart and replied: No!
So Gu Cheng, Jiang He and other friends came and had a lot of fun. The fish, shrimp and clams in Dongshan are fresh and fat, and everyone whistles and clinks glasses every day to eat, but the city is sullen. That night I saw him standing in front of the window depressed and asked him. He replied: The food here is delicious, and on weekdays in Beijing, it is not easy for Xie Ye to eat a scrambled egg.
I was so guilty that I still can't let go.
In the eighties, whenever there was a conference in Beijing, friends would meet to visit me at the hotel. Although they are not so harmonious with each other, I often joke about them: two males cannot stand side by side. They brought a change of clothes, took turns to go to the bathroom to take a shower, the door opened and closed, the room was steaming, and everyone was like a peach blossom. At this time, Gu Cheng would frequently get up and look out the window to see if their broken bicycle was still there. It's strange, the bus ticket is only a dime, why step forward in the cold wind? Gu Cheng explained: The two of them will ask for two cents, and two cents is enough to buy a few pounds of cabbage. In those days, a pound of cabbage was only a few cents. The food of the two is a large pot of cabbage vermicelli, which remains unchanged every day.
At that time, meetings could not be eaten. I led everyone to a nearby small restaurant, where beer was filled in plastic cups, fried sauce noodles, mixed vegetables, and home-cooked dishes that could be encountered everywhere in Beijing. Everyone else was waiting in their seats, only Gu Cheng, who had the most strapped funds, and I rushed to pay, and the neatly folded ten yuan he had prepared in advance was already a huge amount.
Gu Cheng Xie Ye fought to tell me a little story - the two of them have always argued to say the same thing, interjecting each other, complementing each other and correcting each other, and the ending of the story is poignant, but it is elated and emotionful.
In the eighties, Gu Cheng submitted articles everywhere, and even the most remote county cultural center in Fujian could receive a stack of his manuscripts: just pick and send it. So the manuscript fee of three yuan and five yuan was sent sporadically, and potatoes could be added to the cabbage vermicelli. Once a huge sum of 50 yuan actually came, and after discussing with the two of them, they walked hand in hand through Bayi Lake Park and went to the small savings center to save money. The next day, unfortunately, the tire of the car burst and needed to be replaced, and the two went to get ten yuan; On the third day, when the cabbage was sold at a low price, he withdrew ten yuan; Another day, as soon as they entered the savings office, before they could speak, the teller spoke first: "Can you withdraw tomorrow's ten yuan together?" "It's also because they walk back and forth like this every day, and their shoes are torn again.
Around this time, Ma Yueran and his wife came to Gulangyu Island as guests, and after a light meal, I sent them to the ferry. He told me, "Shu Ting, take more care of Gu Cheng." You see that you live so well, and Gu Cheng has nothing. ”
Yes, I chose an ordinary life, work, husband and children. And Gu Cheng is more poetic than me, he is not willing to be aggrieved, even if he is hungry, he can't bear the red dust.
In my opinion, this is also an option, "in a voice like sterling silver, talk to your dreams".
2. Banishment to islands
In the posture of childhood
Reconnect with the hot land
You collect firewood and cut grass
Plant two skinny old corn
Look up occasionally
Send a line of migratory birds home
There is no wind in New Zealand waters at the moment
Your eyes fogged
When they are outside
You are inside
The bright red beak knocked helplessly on the high wall
The sky of the homeland
Covered in your blood
Now you're outside
They are inside
All trap doors are clicked and locked
Now that you've landed on the other side, you can't
Go back to where you were born
The direction of the view does not change
The foot has stepped on the magnetic field at the other pole
Black-eyed wife
Sit on the threshold and breastfeed
The braid is tightly coiled on the top of the head
Like a sturdy sunflower
Smile and spin
Seek your light source and be clear
You wipe your sweat with the sleeves of your Zhongshan suit
Stand on your feet
Gradually fuller on the track of destiny
Gradually golden
1990.5.16
In May 1986, I was invited to the United States, first to San Francisco, to New York, then to Minneapolis, to Stanford, Berkeley and several other universities to give readings and lectures. The province gave the approval to go abroad for three months.
While in New York, I met the American poet Ginsburg several times, and he hosted my readings and invited me to his house for afternoon tea. He is a good friend of Ai Weiwei. The three of us discussed holding a "Beijing-New York" poetry event. The list of Chinese poets is provided by me.
In 1987, an invitation letter arrived, but my passport application was flatly rejected. The reason was that the 1986 trip did not accurately calculate the time difference, or was one day behind the deadline, and was severely punished. I don't blame the officials who handled it at the time, Gein Iron Rules are so.
After thinking of many ways, he asked Wang Meng for help, and asked Jin Jianfan, director of the External Relations Department of the China Writers Association, to call the province to explain the guarantee, but to no avail. Ginsberg was anxious, and even persuaded some agency under the US Foreign Department to send a letter to the provincial foreign affairs office, perhaps even more angry and hateful, and finally could not make the trip.
I can't remember which poets were admitted to that event. I only heard that Jiang He was on a plane, empty-handed, declaring that "the strong man will never return", and since then, he has been dormant in New York. Mr. and Mrs. Gu couldn't go home, they told me, because there was no place to live in Beijing anymore.
Fortunately, Chinese poetry has just gone beyond the borders of the country, and obscure poetry has flourished. Poetry festivals, international PEN clubs, university lectures, and invitations to writer-in-residence poured in. They wander around the world, waiting excessively at acquaintances' and friends' homes during the last and next activities, and even being arranged or introduced to live in their usual homes.
Xie Ye is pregnant, and even if some invitations are good, it is difficult to get visas from those countries. They were fortunate enough to get a New Zealand visa in Hong Kong. Gu Cheng said that at the time of the interview, Xie Ye was almost eight months pregnant. She was wearing wide clothes, and she didn't dare to get up and move around for fear of showing her stuffing, and the visa officer probably turned a blind eye, right?
After going abroad, Gu Cheng gave me very few letters, probably because the postage was too expensive? It is rare to fill a few pieces of letter paper, often as short as half a sheet. Sometimes he called me a godsister, and sometimes he gave me the title "Grand Duke of Gulangyu" and called himself "Khan". The handwriting is big, childish, always east and west, and I smile in my heart. Most of his life in New Zealand was heard from friends that he had settled in New Zealand, had a son, and started growing crops. I really thought that Gu Cheng had already done what he wanted: "With the posture of childhood / Re-intimate with the hot land... Gradually fuller on the track of destiny. ”
In May 1992, most of today's colleagues were invited to the United States to give a lecture tour. The distance between old friends is more obvious, of course, it has nothing to do with me, I have never been in that mess. A group of people traveled together from San Francisco to New York for more than ten days, or Gu Cheng Xie Ye and I were close, they described New Zealand days in a humorous and cheerful tone, but the essence was still difficult and bumpy.
Gu Cheng saw Waiheke Island in the newspaper (it shouldn't be the name of the island at that time, right?) There was a cottage that was auctioned off, and it was quite cheap but not small. He has a university teaching position and can take out loans. When he was a child, Gu Cheng dreamed of having a piece of land of his own: "The wind shakes its leaves, and the grass bears its seeds." Without thinking, he photographed the island and obtained a loan of 20,000 yuan, and the two soon moved to the island.
Gu Cheng said: It took more than twenty years to cross that unfortunate world and find the lifestyle you want.
Gu Cheng's offer at the University of Auckland soon expired. At first, he didn't care much, but the weight of the loan repayment quickly showed weight, almost crushing him.
The island is sandy at low tide and can be walked or driven through to the pristine Maori tribes and lively bazaars. The high tide is a vast ocean, truly becoming an island. Unexpectedly, the sunny side of the island was rocky, and crops could not grow on the shady side, so Gu Cheng's farm plan was ruined. The hut that stood on the slope of the mountain was dilapidated, and the two of them had no strength, so they had to push the large stone down from the mountain and pave a rolling stone road first. Later, how Gu Cheng learned to chisel stones for repair, the details of the operation have been blurred, I think it must be exhausted, it is a hundred times more difficult than piling up words. There was no water source on the island, so they built cisterns on the roof to drink, bathe, wash. Thankfully, New Zealand's climate is always rainy and windy. What if I can't connect it? Gu Cheng smiled: Then don't take a bath for a few days. The air on the island is dusty.
The dream of "planting radishes twenty times can be done in this lifetime" has been shattered, and Gu Cheng and his wife want to breed. They went to the market and bought more than 200 chicks and kept them in a stone fence. The chicks are incubated by machines, and for generations they have been raised on a farm assembly line, and without hen teaching, the self-service foraging function in the genetic code has long been lost. The children's chickens went on hunger strike en masse. The two of them had to carry the trough one by one, imitating the machine to shake from side to side, before teaching the chicks the elementary course. The chickens grew older, escaped from prison and flew over the chicken pen, poetically perched in the bushes of the rocky grass nest, and became the salivating running chicken of urban people.
It's time to prepare the eggs for harvesting.
Unexpectedly, law enforcement officers suddenly appeared, and unexpected difficulties occurred again. Originally, according to local law, only 12 chickens were allowed per household. They were ordered to deal with these winged new islanders within three days, no matter how colorful, innocent and indisputable they may seem.
It's not so easy to gather the chickens now. had to pinch the flashlight at night, all over the mountains to catch the sleepy chicken that was dazzled by the strong light, Gu Cheng only dared to catch his feet, let the black-eyed wife grit her teeth and cut her neck, and shed her hair overnight. Gu Cheng said: Shu Ting, it's like a river of blood!
German journalist interview: Why not release the animals? Gu Cheng answered honestly: These are all money, we still have to live. Some people even made remarks on this: saying that Gu Chengzhi's blood was innate, and he actually killed more than two hundred chickens raised by himself in three days.
What to do with so much chicken? I worry about them. Gu Cheng said the chicken was stored in Maori large freezers, frozen with their prey. Xie Ye made spring rolls from chicken and took them to the market to set up a stall. Gu Cheng was idle and bored, but also wanted to contribute, so he painted portraits next to him, each priced at eight yuan. However, Xie Ye said: The islanders know each other, and when they paint them, they are basically given away for nothing, and they can't receive a few bucks. But Gu Cheng liked it. More than 2,000 islanders drew and got to know a lot. Gu Cheng didn't know English and had been lonely for a long time, but because of the portrait, he had some friends.
Gu Cheng Xie Ye was still the same when he recounted all this, scrambling to be witty and funny, making me grin along with the tip of my nose.
Third, break the kaleidoscope
The movement of sunspots, Yu
It exploded at noon
The birds have crossed the minefield safely
Eclipse though for a few seconds
One step is forever Bermuda
The last tree
Stretch out your arms
Whisper quietly
Come on
Beautiful life is only fragile ice flowers
Living in others is a dark hell
To yourself
But it was a protracted one
Left-handed versus right-handed fight
At dusk he went to the water's edge to wash his hands, water
Refusing to wash his shadow
Only poppy spots of text
Scattered in
Under his swing
One top
Straight leg
Cloth cap
Sit quietly in the center of the stage
The lights dim
he
No
return
family
1993.10.13 in the early morning
Back in the spring of 1992, when I saw Gu Cheng in the United States, I pointed to the cloth hat and laughed: "Gu Cheng, what is that?" Xie Ye said: An old foreign lady gave Gu Cheng a straight-leg wool knitting hat, and Gu Cheng liked it very much, and he couldn't take it off when he wore it. The hat was torn, he had a clever move, cut off the old jeans and cut the trouser tube, tried to be a hat, liked it so much, since then the hat seems to grow on the head and become a symbol.
Regarding hats, there are many versions. If Gu Cheng was happy, he would say that Fang Fang was just like the city of Beijing in the motherland. Impatient, he said lightly: I am afraid of the cold. Sometimes, he will play mysteriously: a sense of security, a lightning rod, an umbrella, and so on. Gu Cheng was small, his hair was thinning, and the top hat was actually very suitable for him.
Although they have been abroad for many years, buying land and houses, settling down and having children, I still feel that I can't eat enough. Gu Cheng despised those "mouths that eat and eat all over the world", but he understood better, "Being a person is a thing that must be eaten." ”
The organizer distributes quite generous meal money. The hotel comes with breakfast, dinner always has activities and banquets, basically pay for lunch by yourself. I couldn't get enough of the time difference, got up late in the morning and had no appetite, only picked a small cake, broke half of it and slowly nibbled on it. Gu Cheng asked: You don't want that half? I nodded, and he reached for my saucer and grabbed it, immediately shoving it into his mouth. I'm in a hurry: Gu Cheng, there's still a big plate over there. Xie Ye explained with a smile: You know, he has already eaten six. I just knew. Gu Cheng must spend every day until the end of breakfast time, trying to fill himself as much as possible, as if an animal has two sacs.
Midday? Go to bed at noon and sleep until dinner is available in the evening before the meeting. I immediately thought to myself with severe insomnia: So, what about at night? Continue to sleep at night. Xie Ye said that Gu Cheng has been able to sleep since he was a child, and the highest record is more than 50 hours of sleep for two days.
Ai Weiwei was in New York, and he invited me to Chinatown for dinner. In this way, I asked for a lot of dishes, steamed fish, grilled prawns, and even stone snails with large fists. The owner is a friend, come and remind: there are too many dishes! Weiwei said: Last time my friend came from the mainland, I didn't have much money to invite her to dinner, and now I want her to eat well. Weiwei opened the wallet to show me, yo, in addition to various bank cards, there are also thick 100-yuan bills.
I propose that the corner is the hotel where we are staying, can you invite Gu Cheng and his wife to lunch? Weiwei is familiar with that pair, of course, he does not object. Even if there are two more of them, the dishes are still too hearty. Because I haven't been filling the dishes, I still have a lot left in my bowl. Xie Ye not only poured the plates on the table one by one, even the soup and water into Gu Cheng's bowl, but finally picked up my bowl and poured it to Gu Cheng. My eyes widened in confusion. Xie Ye said it's okay! In New Zealand, Xie Ye cooked alone, and poured it into Gu Cheng's cauldron when he couldn't finish eating. Gu Cheng "stewed" and ate.
It can be said that Gu Cheng does not care about cooking, nor does he just cherish food. He can be hungry, so he knows that when he can eat, he must try to eat. It's as if you never know where your next meal will be. It's even sadder to think back.
At that time, I didn't quite understand, did Gu Cheng's years of thrift become a habit? Because by March 1992, Gu Cheng's one-year plan for the DAAD in Berlin had only ended, and the living expenses paid by the DAAD were very high, and they should have saved a lot of money.
After dinner that day, we stopped by and walked into a small shop. Xie Ye picked a small toy on the shelf for a long time, and showed it to me with a smile. It was a little frog, pinched and croaked. The bottom is printed with Made in China and the price tag is $1.99. Xie Ye said: Buy a Chinese thing for your son. Before paying, I found that Gu Cheng had been standing at the door with a calm face and did not come in, and when Xie Ye took out the money, Gu Cheng actually sat on the ground with his butt, which greatly startled me, thinking that he was sick, and hurried to pull him. Xie Ye scolded sharply: "Ignore him, let him die." I was even more frightened and looked back at Xie Ye. There were tears in her eyes: he looks like this as soon as I spend money!
So that's the case, I'll buy it, I'm worried about what gift to buy for the little fungus.
Gu Cheng was not stingy. When a friend eats, he will compete to pay; That year I came to my house for my honeymoon, he gave me two feet of cartoon printed cotton, and I made a small quilt cover for my son; After many years, when I met in the United States, he also gave me a small spoon of Lithuanian lacquer. The things are small, but it makes people feel that Gu Cheng is kind and righteous, and polite and thoughtful.
Coming out of the store, Xie Ye held the packaged toys and avoided them from afar, and hated endlessly: Gu Cheng, you go to die. Gu Cheng, it's good that you're dead!
I accompanied Gu Cheng behind, and as a godsister, the first thing I had to count was Gu Cheng. Gu Cheng explained: Shu Ting, if I can't repay the loan on time, my island will be auctioned, and we will be homeless. So every dollar has to be saved. Little fungus has been fostered in a Maori tribe, and although the chief considers it his own, according to Western ethics, the chief still takes Gucheng to court for abandonment. Speaking of fungus, Gu Cheng gradually smiled. Because Gu Cheng couldn't pay, the Maori actually hired a lawyer on Gu Cheng's behalf. It sounds as if the Maori are in a lawsuit with themselves. In their conception, for the sake of children's physical and mental health, parents are only required to take a little responsibility. As a result of the court arbitration, Gu Cheng had to pay a little maintenance to the Maori every year. Gu Cheng said: Although it is only symbolic, if they do not pay this alimony, they will lose the custody of the fungus.
Ahem, there are so many places to spend money! Gu Cheng sighed.
I once asked: What is the child's name? Agaric. Which fungus? Fungus of white fungus. Oh, Gu Mu Ear? No, there is no surname, just called fungus.
Later, I saw that some of the data was written as Samur. Fungus is a nickname, right? Perhaps Samuel is the customary name of the Māori?
I never saw their children, not even photographs.
While in San Francisco, we were invited to the home of American poetess Caroline Cather. Caroline Cather, who won the Pulitzer Prize, co-translated my English poetry with Zhao. The guests fluttered in their outdoor swimming pool, and Xie Ye's swimming suit was also wearing underwear, which I thought was funny: After being abroad for a long time, is it still so hidden? She gestured to Gu Cheng with her mouth in her mouth. Gu Cheng did not go into the water, and sat in the shade with a gloomy face. I walked over and deliberately said something loud and whispered to him until he was in a good mood.
Because Gu Cheng wanted Xie Ye to keep the two long braids he had when he first loved, Xie Ye couldn't cut them, at most he coiled the braids tightly on the top of his head, like a sunflower, very beautiful. Because she was afraid of her husband's feelings, Xie Ye did not wear any accessories, and her clothes were all cotton and linen texture, loose, and fashionable in Western countries. However, Xie Ye basically doesn't buy clothes, they are all sent by friends, Shao Fei has sent them, and I have also sent them. When New York broke up, I spread all my clothes on the bed and let Xie Ye choose. I vividly remember she picking out a pair of Apple brand jeans, a water-brushed silk date red jacket and a big red cotton shirt.
In 1996, I was invited by DAAD to be a writer in Berlin for a year. I was placed at No. 50 "Crotch Street" (Chinese's joking translation) in the city center, where Kitajima was invited in 1989 to live in this apartment. International students told me that many people gathered in this house to watch the news until late at night, and one of the angry young men and women often teamed up and eventually became a couple. In 1992, Gu Cheng and his wife returned to Berlin from the United States, and after ending the DAAD program, they lived in the young man's home. The man taught Xie Ye to drive, take her to sightseeing, accompany her out shopping, and get up close, so that Xie Ye could see another life and another man.
A beautiful and intelligent Shanghai girl, after so many years of wandering, about nature, I think, Xie Ye is physically and mentally tired.
This year, Gu Cheng only used various strange voices and no words when reciting works abroad, and was criticized by poets, hiding behind the sofa and crying. Because he had to stick to his native language sense, Gu Cheng refused to learn foreign languages, and he relied on Xie Ye for all his communication abroad. So, what does language mean to him?
The heavy yoke of the economy, the dilemma of aphasia, facing the imminent departure of life and spiritual partner, Gu Cheng, like him, he can't hold on.
"Kuroko's movement exploded at noon."
Even according to the testimony of witnesses, the police department's conclusions were able to rationally dissect the tragedy afterwards. However, who can truly restore the trajectory of the sunspot's movement, the infinite darkness of the abyss, and the dust of all thoughts that step on?
The end can never be reversed and cannot be forgotten. Only Xie Ye has the right to forgive. I am convinced that she has forgiven.
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