Interpretation of Poetry: Who in the Clouds Sends Brocade Books?

This is a harmony that spans thousands of years, and it is also a duet between modern people and the ancients. In the book, there are those poets and poets we are familiar with - they ride horses in the lonely smoke in the desert, and drink alone in the autumn rain of the parasol trees. I not only want to retell their joys and sorrows, but also want to salvage the temperature and heartbeats that have sunk at the bottom of the river of time behind every moving word. And I also placed the words and poems I wrote over the years beside the ancients. They may echo a long sigh from thousands of years ago, or they may form a separate chapter under the moonlight. It is not only a tribute to the ancestors, but also the voice of "I", a latecomer, to the mountains, rivers, years, gatherings and separations. I don't ask for a mountain of research, I just want to be connected with each other. The brocade book comes from the horizon, and when you turn this page, it is the response I am waiting for.