The connection between poems is as coherent as camera shooting.
The echo of head and tail makes poetry suddenly generate. The time change from plum blossom to Nanshan seems to be a lifetime.
A glance in the mirror enhances the hierarchy and complexity of poetry. In the dimension of space, one end of the mirror is a virtual space, and the other end of the mirror is an illusory space. In the mirror, she looks at her own subject. In reality, she looks at her own subject. Besides her and the magic mirror, there is also an emperor. Above them is my commentator.
In fact, there are four layers of space, but the mirror can expand the four layers of space to countless layers of space. So you can't tell the difference between reality and reality. In the time dimension, there are both the historical time of her and the emperor and the real time of the narrator. The people here are not me, but my time is intertwined with the emperor and her time. As if "many years later, Colonel Aureliano will stand in front of the firing squad and will definitely think of the distant afternoon when his father took him to visit the ice cubes."
This ever-changing complexity makes poetry light again. Looking out of the window, as long as I think of the things I regret in my life, the Nanshan Mountain is full of plum blossoms.
The last repetition made the poem form a ring structure, and the lost time was reborn. In the long-term farming, our ancestors formed the concept of eternal reincarnation because of the alternation of four seasons. Poets are very sensitive to the passage of time, so the use of ring structure can restore time, and the feelings generated by the image of the first poem and the feelings after reading the poem overlap each other to obtain sexual significance.
So who is looking out of the window this time? Is it the narrator, me or her If it's me, then the poem is repeated here just to show off my skills. If it's her. Then she broke free from the control of the narrator, opened a memory about herself, and broadened the artistic conception of the whole poem.
Looking out of the window, I saw Nanshan. The charm is leisurely, the emperor is at first dissolved, and the reader has a sense of tranquility. The whole poem began to float upward again.
The mirror is ready and thrown on the ground. As the readers read, it began to float upward, because the emperor fell rapidly, but in the end it began to float upward. What a wonderful psychological experience.
Teenagers' troubles are just clouds, but some peace.