What is your imagination when you see the picture of the poem?

Seeing a poem is like playing a silent movie in your mind. Here is an example:

When I read "the mountains cover the day, the sea drains the golden river", a magnificent sunrise picture comes to my mind. A red sun rises slowly from the horizon of Ran Ran, spilling thousands of hectares of Hui Jin to the earth. The clouds in the sky were dyed in bright colors, as if shocked by this wonderful scene, and began to roll slowly.

At the same time, when I read that "thousands of miles of warblers are singing green and reflecting red, and the water village is full of wine flags", it seems that a spring ink painting appeared in front of me. In this painting, birds are chirping happily among the green leaves, and flowers are blooming in gorgeous colors in the warm sunshine. The house in the village is quietly located by the clear stream, and the wine flag is swaying gently in the breeze.

In a word, a good poem can stimulate people's endless imagination and lead them to feel the beauty of that unique picture.