Fourteen lines
Light rain falls on your loose sideburns,
Like broken beads in blue algae,
Or a dead fish scoop turned over on the waves,
Shining with mysterious and sad light;
Seduce and take away my blue soul,
Sleeping in the dream kingdom of love and death,
With golden air and purple sun,
Poor people were there crying with joy;
Like a thin, black old cat,
In the dim light, I am haggard,
Out of my previous hypocritical and sincere pride;
Then, follow it to stumble in the light fog;
Like red foam floating in an amber clock,
I hide the tears of love in the dark memory.
Appreciation: such a delicate and beautiful poem, I really want to classify it as a love poem. Here, the poet does have a description object. As for her impression, the poet is very stingy with pen and ink, and only uses a small side of "your bangs", which can't be simpler. However, this stroke has given me a hazy feminine charm. Because she is so hazy, it has aroused our speculation and imagination. Imagine a person with light makeup. The poet likes and is seduced by this impression, which is dreamy. However, in the end, the poet still hid his affectionate eyes in the dark memory. Perhaps, this is just a fragment of the past, blurred to the present.