Guo Moruo's poems have always been known for their strong emotional catharsis. His "Phoenix Nirvana" is passionate and vigorous; his "Tiangu" has the momentum to destroy everything; his "Good Morning" and "Coal in the Furnace" It used to make our hearts beat faster. But this poem is calm and peaceful, with beautiful artistic conception, fresh and simple. The poet was studying in Japan when he wrote this poem. Like many Chinese students at that time, he had nostalgia for his motherland and confusion about his ideal future. The poet wants to use nature to think about these, and often wanders by the sea. One night, the poet was walking on the beach, looking up at the beautiful sky and twinkling stars, and his mood became cheerful. The poet seemed to have found his own ideal, so he wrote this ideal in his poem-it seemed to be a scene of heavenly paradise.
The poet compares stars to street lights. Dots of stars are scattered on the sky, and the distant world arouses people's infinite reverie. Street lights are a common sight, very close to us and can be seen almost everywhere. The poet compares the distant street lights to the stars in the sky, and also describes the stars in the sky as street lights in the world. Is it the poet's illusion, or does the poet want to lead us into "the misty sky"? In the poet's mind, earth and heaven are one.
There is a market in the misty sky, a bustling and beautiful market. There are many items on display there, all of which are human treasures. The poet did not specifically write about these treasures, leaving us a lot of room for imagination. We can use them as things we need to bring us peace of mind and comfort.
It is not only a street market, but also a scene of life. What kind of lives are the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl, who are separated by the shallow Milky Way and are devoted to love, living? Are you still guarding the Milky Way and can only look at each other from afar? "They must be riding on oxen," the poet said. On that beautiful night, they must have wandered in the street market full of rare things. The shooting star is the lantern they are holding. A few simple words overturned the myth that had been circulating for thousands of years, and resolved the tragedy and the lovesickness and sorrow that people had sighed for thousands of years.
This poem has a tranquil style, using natural and fresh language, neat short sentences, and harmonious and beautiful rhythm to express the poet's innocent ideal. The artistic conception is ordinary, and the rhythm is slow, like a trickle, like ripples. But it is this plain artistic conception that brings us rich imagination, allowing our hearts to roam in the distant sky with poetry and enjoy beautiful dreams.