Is it to the thinking of history or the hope to future? Crossing the end of space-time, between the horizon, the once dream fades gradually, but when unexpected, it is not through touching but it is here and there to stab us in some way. That grey or purple background, what powerless emotion does it mix with, That firm and pure pupil wishing eagerly , how much persistent pursuit for new world and review deeply is led off?

　　In the figure that is familiar to all, we recollect the once burning hot socialist ideal. But today, we pour into new content to them, ideal and reality are interlocking here, passing and future are conflicting and harmonizing here, leaving us to intricate thinking and pursuit. Among the sky of haze, dream of Utopia is groaning, realistic desire of society is struggling, If Lu Xun is a pioneer of the New Culture Movement, he is a sharp pen, he is a strong shield, he is the alarm bell to waken up the sleeping Chinese, then at the crossroad of new century, What is sought assiduously by us, what is the true essence that looked for by innumerable trials and tribulations?

　　The color of painting and picture by wangnengtao, the drama distortion and overstate out of character image and procedure mode that strike a pose in the twinkling of an eye, drag us back to the socialist ideal of the 60or70 era from the future era, Space-time freeze here, socialist ideal and ideology of the party that the whole people strive for a relatively comfortable life are reorganized to a certain ideal mode. It is delusive as a socialist dream that we undergo just a moment, it is broken like crystal glassed, The incomplete ideal dirges quietly in ashes left. Lose? Or how many regrets? Or how much melancholy?

　　Behind the happy there is the grief, perhaps in the turn of the agony there is depression, when people's inner world of the material lost on the desire, When all makes nihility mistily, slogans of pictures and young men are set up. Soul is hung in the treetop drifting with the wind. The strong body of Capitalist and dogged will of the feudality that go far gradually seem to come back again, hiding into the realistic material world. People are surprised and perplexed and alarmed with future, hazy and at a loss. What is it that waiting for us?

　　This is the momentary recovery of a dying person of the historic site, or a call in new era? It is the feedback of the inner world, or a desire of luxury and dissipation? It is the afflicting with great torment of capitalism, or the socialist remains? It is the realistic refraction, or a dream of Utopia? All questions and all hesitation are our form. If what does it need for difference to the past in form, then the work with typical poster characteristic by wangnengtao can regard as " new poster painting". What as for propagating? Wait until we sample and chew carefully!

作者：冷林