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Chapter 4 Four

Selected Poems by Zhu Wen 朱文 586Words 2018-03-20
wearing jackets and sweaters, shirts and skins Forget the black, the night will never come again Like a whale's flag gun, from Xinjiekou to Drum Tower Nanjing on Sunday is like a piece of smooth skin open a wound This is the city where friends struggle, I I saw the streets crumbling and the squares squirming.ancient The city vomits non-stop from early morning to evening── Secretion, sand, stomach and some of my friends They crowded the bus hastily, eyes Staring at the cab's ass, sniffing With a strong smell of hairspray, I said something in my mouth: "It hurts so much"

Nanjing on the 26th only belongs to the day of the 26th Next to my shoulder, so close!warm and Wet, for the blow that is coming always be grateful Mother is at the window sill, carefully picking out Not a single white hair is missing from this beam of light; Father seized the last opportunity to comb it, A pair of presbyopic glasses, not letting go of the slightest mess; What a beautiful voice, blessings are in my brother's plucking rising.He was young, and the marriage was far away; Well, now this ray of sunshine can shine in all the time My new house shines all the way to the red silk quilt on the bed;

But mom, you gotta eat first, I can't Passed out at the wedding.You see, blood vessels are Empty, the stomach is empty, ringing like metal; Where is the bride? The bride was tied up and thrown in the trailer of the truck, The trucks don't stop, run on my rolling hills Destined to live in your plains, in your valleys Dreaming──Butterfly columns bombed the garden, and no one survived; The stone is soft with tenderness, like a pillow Filled with your hard-working cotton wool; The wound of insomnia, seeing the water grow taller, taller, Starting from your thin shoulder blades, galloping down;

I'm still stuck in the December sun, my feet are slender shadows from under the rubber soles Break free, Gu Zifeiyuan── Now it doesn't matter anymore Lover, facing my great river and mountains, you Always like a child who is greedy for drinking and doesn't know how to control
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