在郊区长大的孩子惯于等待和张望,在通往钢铁厂的煤屑路口,在面朝碧波荡漾的稻田的窗前。钢铁和水稻,潮湿的枕木,蜿蜒而不知去向的铁轨,还有那忧郁的、一望无边的菜地,它们一下子就说出了工业和农业这两个词。这是两个大词,而此刻却异常具体: Children growing up in the suburbs are used to waiting and looking at the coal cuttings leading to the steelworks at the window facing the rippling rice paddies. Iron and steel, wet sleepers, meandering tracks that were unknown, and melancholy, boundless vegetable fields, all of a sudden they spoke the words industrial and agricultural. This is two big words, but at the moment are exceptionally specific: