Mom. Now you still can't go from
The window is broken, don't bask in the sun.
Your daughter still won't accept it.
Anyone's Bible. At the age of fifteen
My chest is as long as a balloon.
Mom, you never noticed.
You and your father go to Beijing by train.
Bring back the worn-out sheets and cough.
At school, I dare not pass by boys.
That will expose the hunchback idea.
Once, a boy's hand
Gently across my chest.
I pretended not to know, and they laughed.
After many years, I still dare not look back.
Give him a hard look. mother
Countless times I feel
More shameful than the bible.
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Comment on Poetry: A great poem, which shocked me. There are two relationships, one is family education and the other is religion. In this Christian family, "I" is deeply suppressed, and "I" cannot but sayno. Modern people are suppressed by deformed religions. What a sad event this is. Isn't it shameful to be so holy
Dangyang | David
From forehead to fingertips, not yet.
Something better than you.
Three thousand moss, each one is mine.
Compared with the sea, you are obviously better.
Dear, I love 100,000 mu of roses in your belly.
I also like the small dose of poison on your tongue.
When lily is away.
I am a village in the twilight.
And loneliness is just a person who can only be shaken.
A peddler waving waves and drums
I like this destiny takes a hand meeting.
Your eyes are more charming than swans.
This happy morning
This carnival dusk
There is no more beautiful god than you.
How many years of nobility have you accumulated?
It seems to be preparing for this one-hour base.
You are my woman, more like my enemy.
Without the sunset, I still completed a glorious ravage.
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Poetry Comment: This poem about sex is particularly brilliant. There are many bright words, small content and great rendering, which is unique and gives people a sense of loftiness and strength. The author is a good poet.
I'm as good as before, and I'm back in my childhood | Wang.
Unmarried, 46 years old, male, myself.
I've been in love several times and never touched their fingers.
Far away, they broke my heart.
After that, the two quickly entered the marriage.
Marriage gave birth to a child, and it soon broke like a loose shell.
Forty-six years old, I love myself.
Like the full moon in the Mid-Autumn Festival.
The 29th day after my heart was broken.
Twelve years, twenty-four years later.
Hanging brightly in the empty night sky.
In my chest, the blue Pacific Ocean is clear and full of passion.
In my eyes, there is a spring grass.
My heart returned to the calm in the early days of love.
Acquaintances and relatives around me, unexpected surprises.
If I finally reveal, I wrote a poem.
Before I wrote this song, I wrote many songs.
This poem is not like a poem.
It marks that I have returned to my wonderful childhood as always.
Away from life, away from love, away from poetry
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Poetry comment: This poem is equivalent to a confession, which is more literary. I like such poems, sincere and unpretentious. Back in the poem, the author wrote his own desire for sex, connecting with reality, and a huge sense of time gap was moving.