A poem that uses spoken language as its primary poetic language is

This poem "No. 6 Shangyi Street"

Contents include:

French-style yellow house

Old Wu's The pants were hung to dry on the second floor

When I shouted, a head with eyes appeared from my crotch

The big toilet next door

There was a long queue every morning

We often come at dusk

Open the cigarette case and open your mouth

Turn on the light

There are paintings by Yu Jian nailed to the wall

Many people disagree

They only know Van Gogh

Lao Ka’s shirt was crumpled into a rag

We used it to wipe the juice on our hands

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He was reading a pornographic book

Later he fell in love

They often come together

Fight here, flirt here

One day they announced their breakup

The friends were relaxed and happy for a while

The next day he sent a wedding invitation

Everyone went there dressed neatly At banquets

Zhu Xiaoyang's manuscripts are always spread out on the table

The words are messy

This bastard policeman keeps an eye on us

To those red eyes

We can only speak dimly

Like a fashionable poem

Li Bo’s slippers pressed against Fei Jia’s leather shoes

He has become famous and has a blue leather membership card

He often lies in it

Telling us how to wear shoes

How How to wash shorts after urination

How to fry cabbage, sleep, etc.

He came back from Beijing in 1982

The coat is darker than before

He talks about the inside story of the literary world

He sounds like the chairman of the Writers Association

The tea belongs to Lao Wu, the electric meter belongs to Lao Wu

The floor belongs to Lao Wu, and his neighbor belongs to Lao Wu< /p>

The daughter-in-law is Lao Wu’s Wei Shuping is Lao Wu’s

The phlegm, cigarette butts and air friend are Lao Wu’s

Lao Wu’s pen is hidden in the smoking table

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Rarely seen

A city without prostitutes

Boys talk about women skillfully

Occasionally, girls in skirts come in

Everyone just button up

At that age we all wanted to get into a skirt

But we were unwilling to bend down

Yu Jian had not become famous yet

He was taught a lesson every time

In an old newspaper

He wrote many meaningful pen names

There is one person who knows everyone We are all afraid of him

He works in a certain place

"He came here with good intentions.

We don't want to say anything!"

Some days the weather is bad

Unlucky things often happen in life

We attack Fei Jia’s recent works

Calling Zhu Xiaoyang a master

Later this hand touched the wallet

Hesitating and evasive

Eight mouths immediately stood up with a smile

That was the age of wisdom

If recorded, many conversations could produce a famous book

It was a lively era

Many faces appeared here

< p>Go and ask today

They are all famous

It is raining lightly outside

We came to the street

The empty street Toilet

He used it alone for the first time

Some people got married

Some people became famous

Some people are going to the West

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Old Wu is also going to the west

Everyone scolded him for pretending to be a man

Feeling anxious and uneasy

Wu Wenguang, you are leaving

< p>Where should I go to make dinner tonight

Noisy and angry

Everyone finally dispersed

Leaving an empty floor

Like an empty record that never rings again

In other places

We often mentioned No. 6, Shangyi Street

It was many years later One day

The children are coming to visit