I went to the toilet when I was a child.
I recited a poem silently.
Wipe your ass while folding cloth strips.
Now, go to the bathroom
I am reading a poem.
Tear off the pages of poetry and wipe your ass.
Poetry smells the same day.
Some poetic plots
It became a story that tore up the love story.
I am glad that I am in this age of poetry everywhere.
The so-called poet
A pair of glasses and a pen.
Take a street, string a township.
I have experienced all the sufferings in the world once and for all.
Back to the computer, my mind was hot.
And then a bunch of hot heads.
The great poet was born.
Actually, I admire these poets.
Because of their mission.
It's like a person lying somewhere is alive or dead. Is it a poem?
Just like Xu's "Spread Your Wings and Fly" is a poem?
Or is Yu Moumou's original intention an immoral poem?
To this end, they began to have a headache.
To this end, they began to have brain fever.
For this reason, they often have a dry cough in the middle of the night.
Yes, that's them actually.
A question that needs deep thinking.
Because they are poets.
Otherwise, it is not a so-called poet.
Fortunately, I am not a poet.
Put down the pen, I can run the construction site and contract the project.
Put down the pen, I can also cut the mountain and hoe the ground.
Or plant trees and tea.
I am glad that I am not a so-called poet.
Don't cough, poet.
(1) Introduction.
I lay down cross-legged as a frog.
Cough up the pesticide in the stomach
And fertilizer in the blood.
(2) poet.
Caught a cold and coughed.
Smoking and coughing
It is said that there is a golden toad in Beijing.
Started coughing, too.
Stagnant between the throats.
A kind of electric shock pain.
Not in the world.
Not next time.
The city
No one will chew the smell of pesticides.
A cup of tea for the night.
The smell of fertilizer wafted around.
In the case of being unknown day and night
A pair of glasses poses as a poet.
(3) liberation shoes.
A sweaty country
When the cock crows, the dog barks, dreaming.
A pair of liberation shoes
Walking with ants
finally
In the fragrance of the earth
Took a long trip.
(4) I heard later.
then
I heard.
There is a poet named Wolf.
Left, too.
3 Puzzlement of cats
The world has changed.
Cats don't fall in love with cats
I heard that the mouse fell in love with the cat.
People don't leave.
Catwalk
That's beautiful and sexy
A cat, talking to itself in the dark.
I want to see the beauty of my catwalk
In the jungle of the city, but you
I can't find a clean mirror.
Now, do you really know yourself
Still don't know anything about this city.
You see
Who lives in the dust of pages?
Who is in pain and sorrow on the screen?
Who hit who on the crowded bus?
Who would hide in a bar and stay out all night?
Under the charming neon lights
How many homeless souls are there?
the original
You are always out of place in this world.
therefore
You start to close your eyes.
No ears, only a heart.
Listen to voices outside this world.
Like a song of stones.
Like the moaning of the moon
Another example is the confession at night.
finally
You can't help crying.
Just for a drop of night dew to dry and grieve