Comment on the poet Pushkin's poem My Name

The charm of poetry lies in that it can give your imagination wings and touch the softest string in your heart. Her position is not important, but the process. I think we don't have to stick to the true meaning of poetry, but let our thoughts soar freely with the artistic conception and rhythm created by the poet. Everyone will have their own unique world. My understanding of this poem is for reference only: in this bustling floating world, we are so insignificant to others, but how many people will remember the murmur of the waves lapping against the seawall, the vague traces on the yellow pages, or the patterns carved on the tombstone? So sad! But my love may also give a lonely and sad soul a little comfort. After all, we loved and loved.