There is no single definitive interpretation of poetry. Poetry should be easy to enter yet rich in depth, so that most readers can understand it while a few can delve deeper. This is the direction I pursue in my writing. To make my poems as accessible as possible, some have ended up easy to enter and easy to leave. Sometimes poetry is like painting: it strives to capture the spirit rather than the form. When you approach the rolling mountain ranges but do not climb them, and simply gaze from outside at the dark green slopes wrapped in mist and moistened by rosy clouds, that is an easy approach with an easy departure. When you cross mountains and ridges to tour the wondrous peaks, watch the sea of clouds and the sunrise, and hear temple bells echo through forests and ravines; when you stand on the rocky ledge above a plunging waterfall and deep ravine, admiring ancient pines twisting along the cliffs and spreading their emerald boughs, then follow the rushing stream home beneath the moon, that is an approach that goes deep, yet still makes its way out with ease.
This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.
