How to write lyrical comments on modern poetry

1. It is a beautiful mistake for me to walk across the south of the Yangtze River, which looks like a lotus flower in the season. If the east wind doesn't come, the catkins in March don't fly, and your heart is like a small lonely city. If the spring curtain in March doesn't reveal your heart, it's a small window to cover my horseshoe. I'm not a passer-by ... In the south of the Yangtze River in March, it's a beautiful time for spring to warm flowers, bud grass and long warblers to fly. Jiangnan in March should be a wonderful time to push the window and look forward to it ... But Jiangnan in March in the poet's poems is a lonely city where the east wind doesn't come, catkins don't fly, the sound doesn't ring, and the spring curtain doesn't open. The little pitiful lover, while waiting, looks like a lotus flower, sometimes happy and sometimes sad, but his heart is like a lonely city, and the window is tightly closed. Loneliness is not expected, just as disappointment is born of hope. In March, what kind of emotion and heartache should it be tightly covered? In the last sentence, the poet revealed to us the reason for all this: "My horseshoe is a beautiful mistake/I'm not a returning person, I'm a passer-by …" Yes, a beautiful mistake, a love that is not accepted and blessed by the world, and so on. In just nine lines, it tells the beauty and sadness of a tortuous story. The poem is graceful, elegant and has a strong sense of picture, which makes the true feelings and pains in the "wrong" plot vividly. 2. The forest on the dreamland is at my feet, and my hut is still on the top. The fence has been seen, but the turn is hidden. Someone should lean against the door and wait for me to bring a new book. And I only brought a pot of wine because the people waiting for me had already left. The clouds were on my bottom road, and on my bottom coat, I was in a faint yearning. There were no birds' throats and no flowers. I was in a cold dreamland ... The forest was at my feet, and my bottom hut was still above me. The fence was seen, but the turn was hidden. "The clouds were on my bottom road, in my bottom coat." But the poet then said, "My cabin is still above." "I'm in a vague yearning/I don't have a bird's throat or flowers/I'm in a cold dreamland ...". The height is too cold, it is a cold dreamland, with no bird's throat and no flowers, but "I" have been swimming in it because of missing. Who do I miss? A person who waits for me by the door, "when I bring a new book and repair the piano", can discuss poetry together, share the beauty of the piano, and build a warm and intimate confidant with a fence. At this time, this person has gone, and things have changed. The fence of the old year seems to be in front of me in my imagination, but it "turns but disappears". "I" only drown my sorrows in wine and keep thinking and looking back in drunkenness ... What a melancholy, what a sadness and sadness. The words in the poem are light, the artistic conception is ethereal, but also virtual and real, and the virtual and real are intertwined, which vividly expresses a deep and erratic emotion.