I saw twenty-four plowshares, which didn't fit at first. What can I say? They pay too much attention to taste. I compare the cultivation of twenty-four plowshares to the conquest of girls by men with strong sexual desire. Although this metaphor is exaggerated and clumsy, it clearly shows the destruction of grassland by modernization and the tragic conquest of ancient civilization. Dark and gloomy language, bloody pictures, there is a color of oil painting. The author's language rhythm is slow and heavy, but he has the passion of poetry, which makes my heart silently correct the pain. With the progress of conquest, underground insects were amputated and crushed. How small and powerless they are, they are innocent victims in the face of times and fate. Fate is irresistible, and disasters always come suddenly, showing deep pessimism and compassion. And those big, white and beautiful birds show greedy and predatory nature in front of interests. Beauty is impure and deceptive, and ugliness and beauty coexist. Just like those glamorous people in modern society, their brains are very vague. Finally, the 24 plowshares that conquered the grassland land trembled and retreated before the vicissitudes of life, as pitiful as those 24 old and weak teeth. The strong contrast before and after shows the author's emotional tendency. Modern civilization forcibly raped ancient civilization, but in front of the nobility, it is always just a beggar, humble and pale.
This is my feeling, please forgive my low level.