First, the imagination of the environment. Late at night, the temperature dropped, and the dew condensed in the drum dripped down, making a subtle sound, as if lamenting and crying for the destruction of another life, which shrouded the whole poem with a sad atmosphere. "The green tongue of banana licks the glass window" and "The rain hits the banana" have always been the images used to contrast the inner sadness and resentment in China's classical poems. Although there is no rain here, there is "choking" dew outside the window, which can still give people a similar hint. And "green" and "tongue" are connected, which makes people feel such a wretched and gloomy atmosphere. "Banana green tongue" seems to have become a mysterious monster, which "licks the glass window", giving birth to many fearful associations. These scenes are basically still in a static state, and the walls that were originally in a static state suddenly moved, and they slowly retreated from all directions, farther and farther away from the dying "I", adding a strange color to the whole poem. Of course, we can also think that this is an illusion produced by a dying person, but why is the illusion "backward" instead of pushing forward and squeezing him? This is related to the psychological state of "I": after "retiring", the room will become extremely huge, and "I" will be more scarce, weak and helpless. This is the poet's assumption of the "doomsday" state: those who come from loneliness will eventually return to loneliness. "I can't fill such a big room by myself", which means that "I" still want to "fill" and live a rich and fulfilling life, but after all, I'm just "one person"! The first paragraph of the poem renders a sad and strange "doomsday" scene, and finally an opposite scene emerges: a person, a room and the natural environment recede one after another, leaving only a lonely person to spend the last moment. In those relaxed times, we may all sigh the harmony of "everything is ready" and rejoice in the great situation of "harmony between man and nature". However, in today's impending death, all harmony has been proved to be false and short-lived. In the history of human destiny, swords and halberds stand everywhere, and the landscape where man collides with nature is the eternal truth. Who says nature will caress you and protect you? When the most complete loneliness strikes, your living environment recedes one by one!
The poet imagined himself. At this time, his heart must be full of bitterness and grief, and the frost accumulated over the past decades has wrapped his increasingly cold heart. So, do you want to scream and cry to the sky about the injustice of this life? Or look down on this coming death and fight him with the last bit of life energy? Obviously, this is not the poet's choice. Although he made similar choices in his youth in the past, he is exhausted now. Fate is fate. What's the use of talking about it? Resist death? When life is too heavy and difficult, isn't death a relief and a comfort? "As a slave's mother" stood on the threshold of life and death and thought, "Boring, I want to end you forever!" (See what dream? Therefore, before the arrival of death, the poet's heart was full of peace, showing a surprisingly quiet scene. No hatred, no complaints, no irritability. He "waits" for death in the distance, just like waiting for a long-lost friend and guest. The atrium is cold. It doesn't matter. Let's "light a pot of fire" and let this acceptable guest enter the warm room. The fire that the dying man started is also strange: I feed the brazier with spider silk and mouse arrows,/I chop wood with the scales of the flower snake. "This is a surreal scene." I stuffed these messy things into my heart and lit a pot of fire there. How can we understand this scene? In my opinion, its significance can at least lead to this series of thinking. Why didn't he set fire to the world's things? Is it because these things no longer exist? For such a lonely person, has he been unable to get these things? In his room surrounded by chalk walls and full of dew and green tongues outside the window, are there countless spiders, mice and colorful snakes because of humidity, and "I" can only use such filth as fuel? And these disgusting things have been put into the atrium and burned. Isn't that a little masochistic? Or these real situations are secondary. The poet just wants to highlight the mystery and strangeness of "doomsday". He waited for death in a witch-like way. Even so, it is enough to see that the psychological state of "I" has undergone fundamental changes different from ordinary people. -He waits for death like a wizard playing games! In this amazing calm, there are many profound feelings about life.
The last imaginary moment of death. "Chicken crows", this is the darkest moment before dawn, the old life should be over, the pot of fire should be burned out, and the last "game" should be over. Before you know it, an evil wind blows from death, and it's time! "As soon as my eyelids are closed, I will follow the guests." He died so easily, freely and without attachments, as if he didn't want to say anything or stay. What relatives and friends, what honor and disgrace rise and fall, is not worth mentioning at all! This elegance of death is not necessarily inferior to the brilliance of life!
Not all people inspired by the desire to make a living can so cruelly "imagine" the "doomsday" landscape. Wen Yiduo is in his prime when he imagines the "doomsday"! On the one hand, this is the result of the influence of western modernist poetry when he was studying in the United States. It is the western modernism's concern for the ultimate life that opened Wen Yiduo's "death consciousness" and made him think about the final "deadline" from time to time in the middle of his life. The word "doomsday" itself shows the infiltration of western culture into Wen Yiduo's creation. On the other hand, we also see that the loneliness and freedom that Wen Yiduo exaggerates in his poems is more or less a tortuous reflection of his realistic mood-whether when he is the "only patriotic poet" (Zhu Ziqing's words), or when he is an unpleasant cynic, or in his social relations or other interpersonal relationships, Wen Yiduo's locked eyebrows reveal his "Song" from time to time.