Appreciation of poetry. Rui Yuxuan's Luo Yi slept warmly, and the cold wind outside was like a wandering soul. I'm not afraid of cold, and finally I feel cold. I look forward to spring with lonely lea

Appreciation of poetry. Rui Yuxuan's Luo Yi slept warmly, and the cold wind outside was like a wandering soul. I'm not afraid of cold, and finally I feel cold. I look forward to spring with lonely leaves. This is not so much a poem as a jingle, which means a cold. The first two sentences are the result and the reason. It means that the cold wind blows into the room from an unexpected place like a lonely ghost, so cold that you lie with them without taking off your clothes.

Three or four sentences are far-fetched, and they talk about a psychological effect, which is contradictory to the first two sentences. Why not be afraid of the cold and lie down with your clothes on? It just means I can carry it, but I still feel cold. Why? Metaphor is the indifference of the world. When the leaves fall in late autumn, I look forward to crossing this winter and enjoying the arrival of spring, showing a traction sentence of escape and fantasy. So you can't say this is a poem!