What kind of existence is that giant chimney? It overlooks the earth full of lights. What's its secret plan? Or will it continue to spit out smoke rings and make the world smoky? Or let it grow sharp and transparent poplars on its head, stab the sky and put the moon and stars in it?
In Gu Cheng's poems, the conflict between nature and urban industrial civilization has a long history. Even a naive 12-year-old boy (Gu Cheng was only 65,438+02 years old when he wrote these two poems), everything in nature, such as the sun, moon, starlight, Woods and flowers, is full of harmonious beauty and entrusted with his golden and brilliant ideals, while buildings, factories and people seem to be hidden.