This poem carefully captures the mood of the characters in an instant. From this mood, I think of the sadness of women, and I can't control myself, I can't control myself, I can't control myself, I can't control myself crying, and I cry in the flowers. The image of this thoughtful woman standing among the flowers, with her skirt blown by the wind and tears in her eyes is impressive, loving and sympathetic. The artistic conception of the whole poem is bleak and touching.