Xiang Beifang’s original poem and its appreciation and explanation

The poet uses dreams to express the loneliness and helplessness of losing maternal love through "mother's tears, treasured red scarves, childish cries in childhood, and daring to moan in adulthood". The poet uses "ancient well" to describe "missing", which plays a role of making the silent sound better. After reading it, people feel passionate, thoughtful and unforgettable.

The so-called "low range" part of Shu Ting's poems refers to those works that use hazy and symbolic images to express the poet's inner complex mentality and delicate emotions. Such as "Self-Portrait", "Past Events Two or Three", "Fairy Tale Poet", "Brig", "Beidaihe Bank" and so on. Due to their rich connotations and tortuous expressions, these works have rich aesthetic value and require people to understand and appreciate them through multi-level analysis and perspective. Therefore, it is often regarded as an obscure "flower in the fog".

The poet uses the writing method of hazy poetry and uses symbols and images to express people's subjective emotions. The emotions and mentality expressed in the poem are not only the poet's own and personal things, but at the same time, they are also things that are generally felt by the young people of that specific era and are difficult to express. The poet used her delicate heart and symbolic skills to express it perfectly, making it a popular masterpiece.

The language of this poem is natural and fluent, and the emotions contained in the poem are dignified and delicate. It contains both deep personal sighs and broad feelings of the times. In addition, the poet's contrasting and symbolic techniques are also excellent.

Toward the north

A rose in early summer

Stringing through the waves

Sail to the unreachable level

Dark clouds are like ringworm

The face of the sky is covered

A flock of gulls

But they spread their white wings for her

Go

The little sun of my wish

If you sink

Sleep on the breast of the sea

In the silver of jellyfish On the top of the tent

There will always be the sound of green waves

Let me float away too

Let the sunshine and the ironing wind

I blow gently

Follow the warm current

Drift to the north