A generation gave me black eyes in the dark, but I used them to find light. Vico, an Italian historical philosopher, waved his sword neatly 300 years ago, cutting off the thinking connection between poetry and philosophy. However, in the past 300 years, poets have spread the seeds hidden in objects and cultivated a "symbolic forest". Successfully unified poetry and philosophy. A generation seems to be a proof. In the unity of opposites between black and light, two short poems smartly crossed the wall made by Vico, and the abstract philosophical implication was presented to the world with charm through appearances. "The night gave me black eyes", and the two "black eyes" inside are undoubtedly "literary eyes", which is worth pondering. We know that.