Is Ridge Road this narrow? Just a ridge. It is forbidden to walk side by side with noisy and silent alfalfa. If you come with me, you will count my footprints; If I follow you, I will watch your back. This poem by Gu Cheng is exquisite and clean. There is no unnecessary image bedding. A question goes straight to the point: what is a narrow road? It was a ridge full of alfalfa, so narrow that it could only be walked. Or suppose: you come with me and see my footprints. I walked with you and saw your back. Walking on such a narrow ridge is like this! Look at it again. Here's the thing. Read it again! Follow the rules and go your own way. Blind obedience to others, no innovation, step by step, imitation and plagiarism. I can only see other people's footprints and backs. If you don't want to see footprints, what about your back? Don't walk side by side. Then you have to find another way, go out of your own way and let others see your footprints! As for poetry, you can't be a poet without your own style. Poet at best. Like a plasterer, it is amazing to build a magnificent building. But the most brilliant aura will fall on the architect. So what should we do? Then there must be the skill of the plasterer and the wisdom of the designer. By extension, no one can surpass the originator of misty poetry. Although it's past dawn, the vague fog is gradually dispersed. What we see is still the footprint and back of this pioneer!