The Old Wicker Chair

When I saw this title, I thought of Ye Wenling's "Cane Chair". The poem also touches on the middle part of this poem, but this old wicker chair has gone through four periods and four changes from the Qing court to the end of the poem. The unruly and changeable fate of human beings has been experienced over and over again in these four short-term changes. In the condensed troubled times, "everyone is a flour doll of time and space." For whatever reason, for whatever reason, the paradise you yearn for may actually be an unknown hell. I also think of the sentence about the greatness of the afterlife. What you don't want may be the ideal that others are flocking to. What is necessary and what is not necessary seem meaningless here.

Very stunning text and layout, calm and spicy, more shocking than roaring. The text has a kind of onlooker attitude, but there are tears and roars between the lines, which is rare!