诗人是一个睁着眼睛做梦的梦想家，他看到的世界不是它现在的样子，而是它可能成为的样子。
The poet is a dreamer who dreams with open eyes, and who sees the world not as it is, but as it could be.
The bird a nest, the spider a web, man friendship.
Maybe every man has had two such women, at least two. Married to a red rose, over time, the red becomes a mosquito blood stain on the wall, while the white remains "moonlight before the bed"; married to a white rose, the white becomes a grain of sticky rice on the clothes, while the red remains a cinnabar mole on the heart.