The paintings in poems often make me think. Whenever I read a poem, I always feel the painting first, then the poem. When I was studying in Qiu Si, I saw the poet standing in Luoyang and missing his hometown. He wrote a letter, opened it when he gave it to the messenger, and then let the messenger take it away. In this painting, I realized the poet's strong homesickness, which is a passionate childlike innocence of a wanderer far from home! When reading To Wang Lun, I felt the deep friendship between two good friends when they left.
"I left quietly, just as I came quietly; I waved my sleeve without taking away a cloud. " This is the first modern poem I learned, which made me step into a wider world of poetry and made me feel the charm of this picturesque poem. Reading Ye Saining's poem "Birch Tree", I seem to see that in a snowy winter, a birch tree stands among them, which is particularly beautiful and moving against the backdrop of sunrise, sunshine and snowflakes. And the words of the sun make me feel that the sun is full of light and hope. ...
There are pictures in poetry, and there are pictures in poetry. I enjoy the charm of poetry very much.