Wenqiaoye
At that time, the moonlight came by chance.
You don't know where you are.
Yang Liuan? Or the ancient temple gate.
How dare you lie so gently?
You used to lie on the sofa in a daze.
Want to be cold and hazy
And the clarity of enthusiasm.
They are all moving lotus flowers.
Bloom in the dark.
Just like the time and space disorder of virtual throwing.
Light a misty rain
When the frost recedes
There is still a residual temperature in the fire on a winter night.
1, this poem misses you vaguely. Although the poem is not divided into sections, it can be divided into the following poetic points:/I don't know where I am when the moonlight comes by chance. Yang Liuan? Or the ancient temple gate/missing by moonlight (a hanging dream), where do you part? "Time" should be the address of "you"? Or "people"? Or "time"? If you talk to people, poetry is normal, but if you talk to time, it has another level. /How dare you lie on the sofa where you used to lie in a daze? Whether it is a cold haze or a warm and clear, it is a moving lotus flower that blooms in the dark. /This paragraph is in front of you. Although it is just in front of us, it takes the sofa as the connection point to continue the feeling of missing, and the last three lines show complex feelings in comparison. Let the touch of the sofa become the "pure fragrance" of smell. /Just like the space-time chaos thrown in vain ignited a misty rain, the frost disappeared, and there was still residual temperature in the fire on a winter night. /I like the last three sentences, full of classical feelings, especially the word "lit". If you don't light the fire, it will be an unexpected "misty rain". Surreal imagination is transformed from fiction and fact.
2. There is a temple gate in the Cold Temple that is like a moonlit dream. Even if the golden fragrance does not last, the piety is still like lotus/pity, saving the winter to warm the world and looking back at that grateful moment; Hope also appeared, rekindling the expectation of life. (Taiwan province advocates poetry forum ice Xi)
I feel that this poem shows a beautiful feeling on the surface, but in essence it is always looking for a balance and moderation. We know that the existence of the world is dialectical, so we need to find beauty and peace in dialectics and find our own hearts. (Goose in Wansongpu Academy)