一
This flower has lost its fragrance,
It is like your kiss that once breathed to me;
The bright color The color has also faded,
No longer shining on you, the only you!
二
A withered and dead body,
The blankness remains on my desolate chest,
It is cold and silent The rest
tortures this still burning heart.
三
I cried, tears will not bring it back to life!
I sigh, no fragrance comes to me!
Alas, this silent and uncomplaining destiny
Although it belongs to it, it is the most suitable for me.
Haha, if you want the so-called standard answer, I definitely can’t give it. Because I'm not a professional. I can only express my feelings after reading this poem. It feels like the poet feels sorry for the withered violet, more like being inspired by the scenery and translating the sadness of the violet into himself. . It stings those faint sorrows in my heart! It is mourning for beautiful things, nostalgia for the past, and sadness for the inevitable decline. . . Violet evokes the author's call to arms. . . . It brings out the nostalgia for the past, that person and that scene. . . .