Stop and sit on the night of love and LAM Raymond's funny poem.

There is a poem hanging on the wall of my study. The last two sentences of the poem are "stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers".

A group of friends came to my house to play. When a male friend visited my study, in order to show his literary level, he read this poem aloud: "Stop and watch the maple forest late, the frost leaves are redder than the February flowers."

I corrected it at that time: "It is sitting and loving, not sitting and watching!"

But my friend insists that it is sitting and watching, not sitting and loving. The poet uses cursive script, which is a bit like "watching".

So we discussed whether to sit and watch when we fell to the ground. After the discussion, we turned around and found everyone standing at the door of the study dumbfounded. A friend said: "Cow, lonely man and few women, a room, crying for love, when we don't exist!" "