It can be seen that the poet is talking to himself: Stop crying, why are you crying? Because "I don't have a poem" and the reason why I don't have a poem is because I suddenly found that people and things around me are a foregone conclusion and the ashes of love have burned out. You and I both have our own careers and lives, so we can't get together again, so we will cry sadly, so the beautiful things around us are fixed in our own eyes, and there is no fresh beauty. There are no flying flowers in the world and there is no rain in Mao Mao. You have no chance in your life. Poetry can only be sadness. And the heart is fragile and can't stand this long-term sadness. The poet can only comfort himself, even if he is in pain, he should go with the flow with a smile and don't look back or miss you. This is deep sadness and a little sweetness. Sadness is easy to see, but sweetness is hard to find. Maybe it's because I remember loving you in my heart, maybe I'm willing to be alone with a good mood, willing to wait for you to turn around or another person worthy of deep love, willing to be sad, but never forget you.
Xi Murong's poems seem simple, but in fact they are complex, profound and delicate, affectionate and persistent, yet vivid, sad and sweet. This is my personal opinion.