I landed on maple leaves and snowflakes all over the sky.

You're thinking about me.

-Xiao Yu

? In the second "Three-line Poetry" competition held by Wuhan University, this three-line poem won the championship.

My friend told me about these three lines and then asked me what I read from them. Although I have always had a soft spot for poetry and songs, I wrote a few myself when I was a child, and I didn't create many. I only remember two poems. Once in the fourth grade, the Chinese teacher asked us to adapt an autumn article in the textbook and describe it in our own language. I should have written a poetic genre, which was too young to remember clearly. But what impressed me most was that my article was suspected of plagiarism by my teacher, who thought I should not write such a good article at a young age. I'm innocent, but I can't help laughing. The article I wrote, because it was so well written, was considered as plagiarism by the teacher, which is another kind of praise.

? At that time, I was indifferent to fame and fortune and didn't want to explain to the teacher. Just after school, I couldn't help trotting home and couldn't wait to share with my parents the self-satisfaction of the little boy who was "praised" by the teacher in disguise.

? But the development of things is always a little unexpected for my little boy. When my parents heard that I had finished reading my first "literary work", they all came to the same conclusion-this article was absolutely copied by you!

? Being wronged, I completely lost my indifference in front of the teacher. After many unsuccessful explanations, he locked himself in his room in a rage and burst into tears. Looking back on my childhood now, it's really childish and lovely! At that time, how to treat parents' affirmation was so important. My dear mother can't believe that her daughter who has been forced to keep a diary since kindergarten can't write good articles beyond her age.

The later development of this incident was that my mother saw my crying grievances and said that she could prove my innocence, that is, she would write another article about winter. If it is as good as the last one, she will believe that I wrote it myself. I started my own creation about winter scenery again, because my emotions are stirring and the inspiration for writing articles is also an essential part. I should rewrite it three or four times, and a new article describing the winter scenery was born! But I can't write this poem. My mother should have said a few words of praise after reading it, but I don't know if she believed that article was written by me.

? After high school, writing a composition has become a headache for me. Because Shaanxi papers have been argumentative for several years. Then, under the exam-oriented education, what students learn is to cater to the future college entrance examination. In every composition class, the teacher will train us how to write an argumentative essay with complete structure, sufficient arguments and strong persuasion. In junior high school, our compositions were all given a theme by the teacher and then developed independently. At that time, my composition was often displayed in class as a model essay. After high school, under the genre restriction of argumentative writing, I have a sense of fear and disgust about writing. At that time, I often told my companions with indignation that this writing was repeating the stereotyped writing of that year. As a literary lover who loves free creation, I really don't like this bondage. Therefore, most of my senior high school articles are task-based articles pieced together by racking their brains and scratching their heads and searching for arguments on the Internet. In the long three years of high school, only once was my composition displayed by the teacher as a model essay. My second experience in writing poetry was not because I was afraid of jokes, but because I was lazy. High school composition requires 800 words. On that day, I felt very uneasy about my composition, and I planned to hand it over to the teacher that afternoon. As a representative of Chinese class, how can I not set an example! I have a plan, which is to write a poem lazily. A few words of a poem can occupy a blank line on the composition paper.

If I remember correctly, one of the requirements for composition in the college entrance examination should not allow writing poems. I took a chance that day, thinking that this was the usual training, and the teacher should not specifically criticize me for being maverick this time. I really wrote a poem and handed it in. If I remember correctly, the requirement of this composition should be about the theme that loneliness makes people great. As a sentimental and sensitive daughter, I am very touched by discussing loneliness.

? After the composition came down, the teacher commented that she was ashamed and wanted to talk to me about my inner world. If I am free, I can go to see her. I don't know if this is another compliment.

In a word, these are my two experiences in writing poems. Looking back now, I will feel a little proud. But only a little pride. Later, I stopped writing diaries and reading extracurricular books as I did when I was a child, and traveled more to feel the world. But after I was trapped by endless homework, I became a slave to my mobile phone whenever I had time. My thoughts are no longer deep, my mind is no longer as pure as when I was young, and my few life experiences make it impossible for me to write a paragraph with my soul as before.

? I no longer feel depressed, but really admit my incompetence. When a person only has output without much input, many possibilities that might have appeared on him will be obliterated. The murderer is himself, and time is a witness. It's probably the same with Shang.

Going back to the three-line poem mentioned at the beginning, I prefer to call it three-line book. My friend asked me what I read from it. I said that the author who can write this poem is probably a relative. She was quite surprised, saying that it was obviously a tragedy, so how can you call your relatives? I've been thinking about these three lines for a long time, but I haven't come up with them. In my opinion, the crab is peeling my shell, which is really sad to read, but this sentence "My notebook is writing about me, and I fell on the snowflake on the maple leaf" obviously means that "I" is all over the other world!

? I couldn't help wondering, so I checked it online and suddenly realized! My literal meaning is really superficial. This poem won the championship for a reason.

It actually adopts the method of subject-object inversion. The crab is peeling my shell, in fact, I am peeling the shell of the crab, and the notebook is writing about me. In fact, it means that I am writing a notebook and it falls on snowflakes and maple leaves all over the sky. In turn, it means that snowflakes and maple leaves all over the sky fall on me, and there is the sentence "You are thinking about me, then I am thinking about you!" Deconstruct again, this poem has a second meaning. These are 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.

? Optimism is common sense, pessimism is curiosity. I think you are natural, and it is incredible that you miss me. This is actually a poem about painful unrequited love.

? A good poem goes something like this. I didn't know what it meant at first reading, but I was moved by its artistic conception after repeated chewing.

? Finally, I can't help feeling sad. When can I write such a beautiful sentence?