Stealing the back of the White Lotus Sect is so simple that if there is anything worth digging, it is in the words "stealing" and "returning". First, picking the lotus without climbing over the wall can only show that picking the lotus is in your own home, and it is called "stealing" in your own home. Probably this "stealing" can't be understood as "stealing", but should be understood as "sadness". The little girl sneaked into the pond to pick lotus flowers when adults were not looking. She is immersed in her own small world and only cares about lotus leaves and lotus flowers. She has long forgotten the things around her, and of course she won't notice that her actions are seen by adults.
The sentence "Unsolved Trace" is very interesting. It has at least two levels. First, know that the hidden traces are right; Second, I don't know that hidden traces are cute.
The last sentence "duckweed blooms together" is very interesting. Although we have only passed fifteen words, the poet's heart has gone through endless regrets. He ended with an empty shot, leaving a very open artistic conception. Imagine that "duckweeds open together" has become "duckweeds open with the boat" How do you feel? Do you feel a little cramped, a little solid and less aftertaste? "Little Baby Boating" is a folk style, as vivid and concrete as folk songs, but poetry needs a little smoke and water, so the poet finally returns to the tradition of literati poetry, diluting the quality with virtual scenery and subliming excitement with quietness. The poet only showed us a fragment, with no beginning and no end. The narrative is incomplete, but the poet wants to tell us that what moved him, and what he thinks can be written and moved more people, is not hidden in the event, but in the gesture. When the ship returned, duckweeds on the water made way for a water trail. What a quiet and dense courtyard this is. This water path will be closed again soon. The little girl's love of beauty, simple and naive modeling, and her process of maturity have left no traces. Everything is in silence. The child didn't notice the old man looking at him. She was immersed in her own joy and imagination, and the old man did not disturb the child's imagination. What a heavy silence it is, penetrating years and spanning childhood and old age. Finally, there is no smoke, no dusk, only silence covers the earth.