This is a self-portrait of a climber.
The sentence is simple: "This is the only height I can conquer at present." The words "at the moment" and "only" imply multiple meanings: this height is not the "extreme" of "all other mountains are dwarfed under the sky". , but "I" went all out to achieve it; This does not mean that "I" can't reach a new height in the future (or the next moment), nor does it mean that the height at this moment is insignificant. After all, it was a difficult conquest. This sentence also implies that I have conquered one height after another, the gap between goals and efforts, and some kind of "take a breath first" decision. As if it were a reward for all the hardships, "I" was surprised to see the magnificent scenes of the snowy peaks and the sunset, with endless overlapping and strange rising long sentences, saying that the sun finally jumped into the mountains and seas after a long time. I have never seen anyone organize the tension and momentum of the sunset so finely in one sentence. Long sentences are easy to write or tedious or loose or procrastinating, but the image density here shows the poet's tempering ability. On top of the brilliant visual image, the poet superimposed a grand auditory image, and the rubble of the landslide caused the noise of the abyss, such as the killing of the army drifting away. The superposition of these sounds makes the sunset more spectacular. The dynamics of landslides and sunsets are both declining, which is just the opposite of the dynamics of climbers. Therefore, the effect of audio-visual integration not only produces "sublimity" in the aesthetic sense, but also creates a tension in the reader's physiology. That "Mountains and Seas with Infinite Gravitation" actually wants me to fall. It's not easy for me to stick to this height when the killing sound like hordes of horses goes from top to bottom. The poem immediately changed from the spectacular scene in the eyes of "I" to a description of its own state: the finger was inserted into the crack of the rock, and blood dripped from the soles of the feet. That is to say, the sunset and the landslide were not the objects admired or watched by idle people, but the life experiences of the mountaineering warriors who were close to the cliff here and now.