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
p>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
p>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 todayThey 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
p>
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 tonightNoisy 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