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.