“The poet is just like the fabled hunter who naps beside a tree, waiting for hares to break their skulls by running headlong into the tree trunk. After waiting for a long time, the poet discovers that he is the… — Gu Cheng Copy Share Image
“The poet is just like the fabled hunter who naps beside a tree, waiting for hares to break their skulls by running headlong into… — Gu Cheng Copy Share Image
Who is moving in the distance? It is the clock's pendulum, Hired by the god of death To measure life. — Gu Cheng Copy Share Image
The world I feel, within the realm of art, is more genuine than the wrorld of matter. Artistic feeling is not tape measures, spectrographs,… — Gu Cheng Copy Share Image
