Feng Zhi (1905- 1993), formerly known as Feng Chengzhi and formerly known as Pei Jun. Modern poets, translators and professors. People from Zhuoxian County, Hebei Province. Lu Xun once praised him as "the most outstanding lyric poet in China". He used to be Professor Peking University of National Southwest Associated University, Director of Institute of Foreign Literature of China Academy of Social Sciences, and Vice Chairman of Chinese Writers Association. There are poems such as Song of Yesterday and Sonnets. There is also the work "Du Fu Biography".
The story of oral sex
I sing this story,
Please don't be sad,
Because I only sing here.
A happy ending.
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In the ancient western mountainous areas,
There is a hole in the forest;
A robust young man.
Live in seclusion in a cave.
I don't know what year and month it is.
He climbed up the mountainside alone;
Wearing a dress,
Use the flute.
He looked at the deep valley,
I don't know how many days I've been looking forward to,
Can't tell spring, summer, autumn and winter,
The fruits of the four seasons are always fresh.
It seems to be sleeping nearby,
He forgot the world beyond the mountain.
Sometimes I climb the highest mountain,
I can only see thick clouds and curtains.
Once every 30 days,
If the crescent moon bends;
If it's between pine trees,
Flip the fragrant cool tone;
If the night is quiet,
The murmur of the stream;
If that branch is silent,
The bird's dream is blurred;
He has peace of mind,
His feelings are calm,
He failed in oral sex,
Not a bit sad.
He was a little sleepy all night,
Thick clouds sealed the hole,
He felt uneasy,
He has never experienced such a state.
Like moonlight and water,
Covered with thick clouds,
He threw away the pillow mat,
I can't sleep.
He picked up the flute,
Blow slowly and unintentionally,
Why is tonight's song,
With another emotion?
Whispering in the same stream,
The same pine tree,
Why, in his eyes,
Gradually full of tears?
Who knocks on his heart,
Can anyone play with him?
The flute is unusually ordinary,
It's not as simple as usual
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The next morning,
He seems crazy,
He plays the flute and is wearing a cloth shirt.
Run to the noisy world.
Shaw can't live without his lips,
I saw last night before my eyes,
Silver-gray clouds came into view.
A blowjob girl.
Black hair and deep clouds,
Can't distinguish carefully;
Light dress,
Like a thin cloud.
She seems to be a fairy in the clouds,
But it contains human emotions;
He clung to his flute,
He will go to earth to find her!
See, a year later,
But in his flute.
Gradually lose the peace in the mountains
Wisdom among pines.
He walked through countless markets,
He walked through countless villages and towns,
I've seen a lot of oral sex girls,
But they are not the people he is looking for.
Under the pine trees in the ancient temple,
There is a pond with a moon on it.
He temporarily forgot his search,
I feel the spirit of a year ago again.
The mood returned to dreariness,
The flute is also very soft,
But whose girl is upstairs?
Are you sleepy?
I stayed here for three days,
Calculate where to go tomorrow;
Ah, in the smoke,
What is a sound?
The shadow in the upstairs window,
Is a gentle and lovely girl,
Who does she express her thoughts to,
Tell her what she likes.
He seems to see it again.
The illusion in the clouds a year ago,
How can he be independent,
Don't put the flute gently to your lips?
The moonlight blew their flutes.
Dissolve in the boundless night;
Deep mountain love
Chaos is intertwined.
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Wandering youth without return
How can I marry a charming rich girl?
No matter how much my mother loves me,
It's hard for strict father to agree.
They think day and night,
Work hard for their wishes,
When I blow my dick every night,
The souls have long been shining together.
Why can't I hear you tonight?
The flute upstairs?
He looked at the window,
There is no lonely figure.
Parents are alive,
But she can't get up anymore;
None of the bait is effective,
And I have no strength to blow.
In the dream, the flute said to him:
"I can cure serious diseases in the world;
Because in my mouth,
It contains your spirit. 」
He woke up without hesitation,
Divide the flute in half,
Boil into a bowl of medicine soup,
Send to the hospital bed.
His parents thanked him for his kindness,
Satisfy their wishes.
The moon is still reunited,
Press a pair of people side by side.
Ah, people under the moon