I used to like Warren Xie Chun Hong, which was too hasty. Helpless, cold rain comes early and wind comes late. Cochineal tears, stay drunk, when heavy. Naturally, people hate water when they grow up. "So beautiful and easy to understand, I call it a poem with a flowing impression. Why? Beautiful! There is beauty in every blood vessel in the atrium. Reading these sentences is like living in the Woods, opening the window in the morning and breathing the fresh air brought by the night, which is refreshing.

I still like it until now. But I prefer the other one, which I call artistic conception flow.

This kind of poem can replace you into a world, the world of poets. And this world, or what you yearn for, or what you experience, will have a connection with your spiritual world in short, which will make you begin to imagine inexplicably. It's not necessarily hindsight, but it will make you shudder and cry at the moment.

For example:

In the evening, I was unhappy and drove to Gu.

Sunset, infinitely beautiful, only near dusk.

I lived in the countryside for a while when I was a child. In the countryside in the evening, there are clocks and watches in the fields, farmers go home with farm tools, the shadows are stretched by the sunset, chickens and ducks run back to their cages, and the water waves in the pond slowly become lifeless. People with rich feelings will inevitably lament the gloom of the world or be aroused with resentment. In fact, in the countryside, where can I see the sunset, where can I frown less?

But for ordinary people, they let out two sighs and brushed away the dust that the sunset shone on their shoulders, as if brushing away the thoughts at this moment. But Li Shangyin didn't. He can't stand this feeling. He wants to go to that high place, see the scenery along the way and find a place to rest. So the carriage, carrying the feelings of all poets and lost souls, raised yellow dust everywhere and left, but in front of the noise of the dust, I couldn't see the wheels, only heard the sound of hooves and long curtains hunting.

Shaking for a while, standing at the highest place in Fiona Fang, this loess may have suffered chaos, and it may be dusty. But at the moment, they converge into a high slope, bearing the hope of an uncomfortable person: forgetting to wear the ground at a high place and seeing through human feelings.

What didn't disappoint Li Shangyin and us was that he really saw boundless beauty, which was different from the narrowness of the countryside and the grandeur of the sky. On the other side of the sky, it is like a rose-colored cloud. Oh, no, there is no wind. Although those clouds are rolling, they are calm and bright, accompanied by the light of the sunset.

Is it beautiful? It's beautiful. But under this piece of red, the sun is no longer dazzling, sinking, trying to stay on earth, but out of reach. Can't stay, can't recover, but after it dies, it will also take away all the beautiful scenery.

Yes, you can't stay, and there's nothing you can do. You can only enjoy the splendid scenery that is dying at the moment, leaving a nameless night to watch the shining lone star.

This kind of loneliness is the sound of many people and emotions for thousands of years.

Think carefully and savor carefully. At this moment, under the same sky, my eyes are full of tears.