Gu Cheng, the main representative of obscure poetry, is known as the contemporary spiritual romantic poet, and the early poetry is full of pure childish style, dreamy emotions, and uses intuitive and impressionistic sentences to sing the fairytale-like juvenile life.
He was a wayward child, a fairy tale poet in the castle, and a clumsy lover. He searched for the light with his black eyes, and he stubbornly weaved his dreams in a shaky world.
The soul that is too fragile is too beautiful and too lonely, Gu Cheng, not a person in this world, he should belong to himself, so he has fulfilled himself, but the ending is too tragic, too desperate, too willful.
He was a wayward child, so he lived forever in his own wonderful world. The world of a genius poet should be pure that outsiders cannot appreciate, so pain and loneliness are doomed.
He said, "I am a wayward child", he said, "Close your eyes and the world has nothing to do with me", he said, "The night gave me a pair of black eyes"... These words, we have not been able to forget.
"Black" is the result of snuffing out the light, and the night becomes the grave of the light. The "black eyes" are the warriors who betray in the night, and its "black" is given by the night, and he does not give up the "light" in the same way, but persistently longs.
This man who was looking for light first looked at himself, he did not want to break through the smoke outside, he was only willing to follow the soul into his palace and guard a pure land of the soul.
In the hearts of a thousand people, there are a thousand Gu Cheng, he in the work, he in life, he in the eyes of lovers, he in the hearts of lovers, each one is real, each one is like an illusion. Because of vulnerability, stubbornness is willful. The poet stubbornly guards the pure world in his heart, retaining the original beauty in his own way.
Throughout the ages, many poets have chosen to face death, but no one has let their hands be stained with blood. After cutting his wife with an axe, Gu Cheng hanged himself under a tree. At that moment, his soul must have trembled, and he used his directness to end a legend, even to shake his poetry. In essence, he is not a murderous maniac, but a panicked, mischievous child.
Life, half is reality, half is ideal. Everyone will face this kind of pull and contradiction. The difference is only that Gu Cheng chooses to base himself on ideals and end reality. We choose to base ourselves on reality and look at the ideal from afar.