What kind of feelings does the third poem of The Ferry Man (Xi Murong) express?

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Text/Xi Murong

Let me shake your hand.

Then gently pull out my hand.

Know that missing takes root from now on.

Clouds and mountains during the day are solemn and gentle.

Let me shake your hand.

Then gently pull out my hand.

Time stopped from now on.

Tears flow into a river in my heart.

It is such a helpless stare.

I can't find a flower to send to the ferry.

Pin your blessing on your lapel.

What about tomorrow

Tomorrow is the end of the world.

The feeling of parting

-Enjoy the ferry

Text/Gong Jian

What is the sweetest thing in the world? The weather is very warm; What is the most bitter thing? It's the yearning after parting.

"There is no such thing as a banquet that never ends." In the face of parting, we should not cry, but, as the poet said, "Let me shake your hand/gently extend my hand." Yes, since it is an ironclad fact, why should we cry to increase the sadness when our friends leave?

Parting begins with "gently pulling out my hand", "Missing takes root from now on" and "Time stops from now on", and the poet expounds the bearing atmosphere when parting in plain language. "Tears" dare not flow out, and the poet is afraid of adding to the pain of friends leaving, so he can only "merge into a river in his heart" to wash away the sadness in his heart.

Handshake, tenderness, tears, gaze ... these sad words depict a farewell picture of the ferry. The poet changed the "flowers to be sent" into "blessings pinned on his chest", which made him sad and sad when he said goodbye, and "Tomorrow is a world away" when he met again, which truly reflected the heaviness when he left.

The whole poem revolves around the lonely and melancholy tone. "A river of tears flows in my heart" and "staring helplessly" are all portrayal of the poet's depressed mood. In fact, he is more than a poet. I'm afraid every one of us is like this when we are facing parting. The author is a sentimental poetess, who captures the moment of farewell with a woman's meticulous eyes. The whole poem is shrouded in hazy colors, which can be said to be a love poem, writing about the parting and lingering between lovers, and also a friendship poem of friends' parting, pinning their thoughts on friends.

In life, we often meet with parting. No matter how reluctant you are, you should treat "blessing" as "sending flowers" like a poet, instead of putting it on his or her lap and let "blessing" go with them.