I landed on maple leaves and snowflakes all over the sky.
You're thinking about me.
This three-line poem has two meanings:
On the first floor, I read it all backwards. I peeled crab shells and wrote notebooks, and snowflakes and maple leaves fell on me. I was thinking about you.
On the second floor, all this is impossible. Crabs can't peel my shell, notebooks can't write me, maple leaves and snowflakes can't fall on me, and you can't think of me.
Being positive is common sense, which in turn is curiosity.
I think you are natural, and you think I am incredible.
Summary: painful unrequited love.
The first time I saw it, I thought it was: I was thinking about you.
The second time I saw it, I thought it was: because crabs can't be peeling me; The notebook can't be written for me. So I'm thinking about you, but you can't be thinking about me.
Talk about personal understanding:
"The crab is peeling my shell, and the notebook is writing me."
At first sight, I couldn't help laughing. At first, it gave people a sense of nonsense. It's a little exciting and childish for someone like me who has strange jokes. Love is a sharp weapon to reduce IQ, which can make mature adults instantly become children influenced by emotions and emotions. It has a strange fantasy flavor and a little romance, because these are impossible things, but people who are obsessed with it firmly believe in its existence. An angry, stubborn and tooting child. Like an adult, he is sighing, regretting and holding a glimmer of hope.
"I landed on maple leaves and snowflakes all over the sky."
Romantic atmosphere emerges from here, and the colors in the poem begin to show up here. Warm red and cold white are like passionate love meeting ruthless indifference. That kind of "all over the sky" is everywhere, just like a desire. Hope is spreading around that person, always around her (him), and it seems to be out of order.
"You are thinking about me."
Are you thinking about me? Actually, I was thinking about you. Because I am the one who peeled off the crab shell, wrote in the notebook, saw the snow falling on the maple leaf, and thought about you in my heart. In the end, it was only me.
Are you thinking about me? Actually, I hope you're thinking about me. Because I fantasize that crabs are peeling my shell, so that you can see the weakness inside; I am imagining that my notebook is writing about me, so that from the first day you see me, you can see what I can't say and write it on my face; I am imagining myself falling on snowflakes on maple leaves and embracing them with infinite momentum, just as I want to embrace you with strong enthusiasm and desire; In fact, I am imagining that you are thinking about me, but this is just a nonsense idea, from the beginning of the poem to the end of the poem.
Are you thinking about me? It seems that this is just my wishful thinking. Because crabs don't peel me; Because the notebook won't write me; Because I didn't fall on maple leaves and snowflakes like a fantasy.
Analyzing poetry is really the most boring thing to spoil interest and bad customs! ! !
After eating crabs, a teenager wrote down his thoughts about girls, and suddenly an unreliable idea came to mind: Is the girl I miss thinking about me? The unreliability of the first two sentences means that the third sentence is also unreliable! The inexplicable two sentences give people time to think, which has a estranged effect, and the third sentence is meaningful.
The moving part is obvious. Who hasn't had such a wonderful time when wishful lovesick teenagers get love by lust?
In addition, it is said that the real original of these three-line poems is like this:
Maybe the new prawn is peeling my shell in the parallel world.
Workbook is being written. I am flying all over the sky. I am falling on maple leaves and snowflakes.
You thought of me.