When the old man scanned the simple lines of the giant painting in turn, the ordinary forty-three words suddenly became as heavy as a boulder, and became heavier and heavier...

Of course, these are not enough. When the old man finally stabilizes his mind and carefully appreciates the inner meaning of these poems, the old man can no longer be stable. Suddenly, the muddy old eyes stared closely at the lines on the giant painting that looked askew, but they could no longer restrain themselves.

These poems may be good poems. As far as the poems themselves are concerned, these poems can be called masterpieces, but they are far from...