Appreciation 1:

This poem embodies Gu Cheng's aesthetic ideal - the pursuit of another world that is pure, harmonious, free of contradictions, and makes people feel happy. The encounter shattered Gu Cheng's ideal dream, but he still persisted in pursuing his fantasy, hoping to realize it again in his other world. In this poem, the poet observes and feels the world with the eyes and mind of a child, hoping to use colored crayons to draw colorful blueprints of life in the fantasy world, and to draw "clumsy freedom", "eternal life" and "clumsy freedom". Eyes that don’t shed tears”, “Love without pain”. However, can this beautiful blueprint of fantasy be realized in the real world? The poet leaves fantasy and returns to reality. "Didn't get the crayon" means that "my" ideal blueprint has not been recognized by the society. Therefore, "I" "can only tear up the beloved white papers" in despair. "Blank paper" refers to "self", life or unwritten poetry. But has the poet stopped pursuing fantasy from now on? No. The last stanza of the poem once again points out that "I" am "a child spoiled by my fantasy mother." I am willful and will still persist in pursuing fantasy.

When Gu Cheng was a child, he had various opportunities to blend physically and mentally with nature. He discovered a realm of freedom in nature. In this realm of freedom, he could temporarily forget all the sadness and pain in reality. trouble. This realm of freedom became the fantasy world he pursued persistently. Because the poet has this special relationship with nature, nature is assimilated into the poet's psychological structure, and his poems therefore have a strong idealistic color.

Appreciation 2:

Ideal, Reality: Eternal Contradiction

——After reading "I am a Wayward Child"

On July 1, 1997, I filled in the blank space on the page where this poem was printed with the following words:

"A wayward child left us such a beautiful picture , if anyone can’t help but be moved by it, then he really shouldn’t have the right to read poetry.

“A willful child is spoiled by fantasy, but he doesn’t fantasize too much about himself. His fantasy is for the whole world and all mankind, not for the individual. Because ‘he has no home/no heart that stays far away/he only has many, many/berry-like dreams/and big, big eyes’. Take the world as your home, freedom as your life, ideals as reality, and dreams as poetry. This willful child is as beautiful and lovely as so many beautiful things he draws.

"However, reality is always cruel. It creates illusions only to tear them apart. It gave this child so many beautiful dreams, but did not allow him to have 'a colorful moment' To realize these dreams. How can a child's fragile mind resist such manipulation? He is too young to take other acts of revenge. He can only tear himself apart. He can only use the escape of his dreams as a response to reality. Weak resistance.

“But reality is still reality after all, and children are still willful after all. Why has this pair of eternal contradictions become a topic of conversation in the marketplace and a sharp phrase written by theorists? I remember this saying from the ancients: ‘If a whole country does not know it, but I alone know it, I am in danger. ’ This may be a compliment I can give this wayward child, albeit a small one. ”

Now I just want to add: Only when you truly understand a person can you understand his poetry and understand his behavior.