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The famous poet Zhang Zhihao has ten rotten poems

author:Zheng Zhengxi

For a man who is called a famous poet, of course, he cannot be required to be first-rate in every poem; but it is not the same as saying that a famous poet can write non-poetic poems that are not in the flow, and so many. For example, a famous mathematician cannot be required to solve every mathematical problem in the world, but he will never say "1 + 1 = 3", or equal to 4, equal to 5.

Zhang Zhihao is a member of the Poetry Committee of the Chinese Writers Association, a member of the National Poetry Head Department, and a winner of the Lu Prize Poetry Award, the country's highest literary award. Just by talking about his two "highest" poetic identities, do you believe he would write some non-poetic? He wrote not only non-poems, but also non-poems. Read his rambling poems. Don't ask him how he got into the Poetry Committee of the China Writers Association, and don't ask how his Lu Prize Poetry Award came about. Not to mention how many of today's famous poets there are.

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The famous poet Zhang Zhihao has ten rotten poems

After the

My old dog was trampling the grass back and forth again

It's going to. usually

At this time, it will appear on its face

Near human peace and contentment

After the stool it will habitually

Looking back, I was in no hurry to leave

The habit is so stubborn and familiar

Almost the other me in my eyes

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I saw someone in a dream last night

I'm sure she's you, but who are you?

A man who has never met before

Meet me in a dream, just for

Make me sure she's you, and you

It's not reality, and I'm barefoot

The shoes are in a hurry outside the dream

"Mushrooms Say, Wood Ear Listens"

A mushroom shares a bathtub with a fungus

Two dry goods floated on the water

Look down on each other—

So black, so dry

It was a night of confrontation

After dawn, the two fat men huddled in the water

The mushroom said, "Sauce purple, sauce purple..."

The fungus heard it, but the fungus did not answer

Both mushrooms and fungus want to return to Shennongjia

"Daddy, To the Top"

Dad was tired

Dad was drunk

Dad slept

Dad was well-behaved

Wake up tomorrow morning

Or Dad

If there is an afterlife

And Dad

"What does it mean"

What does it mean to sleep alone? Two

When you are young you dream

Share the same bed

When I was young, it didn't seem to be as cold as I am now

Now, there are two quilts on a bed

Like two ridges, respectively

Planting loneliness, and loneliness

You sneak into bed in the middle of the night and turn on the lamp

Read a few pages of the book

The lust of a thief is pouring in my heart

"This is how dreams are made"

After holding back for many days, you finally dreamed of the person who was out of reach

And for her sperm

The yellow flowers were still blooming, as if the paint was stable

You intend to be a shy person

Rolling around when you let loose

The back is stained with orchid seeds, and the smell of tsubaki trees

From Conservatory to Experimental Secondary School

From conservatories to experimental schools

Yesterday I walked three thousand and sixty-eight steps

A thousand steps is the Peng Liu Yang Post Office

Two thousand steps is the Simen Gate Flyover

Three thousand steps is the middle hundred warehouse

I jot them down in order to

To defend today:

"Oh, it's not a repetition, it's a necessity!"

And today, I'm going to go like this—

Go downstairs at five o'clock

At 5:05 is the experimental elementary school

At five o'clock is the ICBC building

At 5:20 is the hubu alley

At five thirty-three I joined the crowd of heads

In the middle of a thousand school uniforms

Search for the owner of this lunchbox

I'll also cover the warm bottom of the box

Like a dervish monk

Standing under the plane tree, the sunset light crossed the treetops

The worldly sloppiness, the so-called happiness

It is to touch a person's forehead with your hand

"Listening to the Rain Under the Tree"

Fig parviflora has 47,000 leaves

God counted

God has counted

Seven hundred and forty million drops of rain

God loves percussion

Oh, God

I'm under the tree

I was kept in the dark

"Panic"

Yunnan people Lei Pingyang

Ask me the same question three times in a row:

"Are you flustered?"

Once in Cixi, once in a certain place

Most recently this time in Luojiang

He went back and forth with a bottle of mineral water from Kunming to Xishuangbanna

"It was so nice. It was horrible. ”

This Yunnan man was reluctant to drink water

He still has his hometown, and all I have left is my hometown

A Night of Infinite Morality

I want to paraphrase a scene from yesterday's early hours of the morning .

Three men and two women

Talk about sex at a supper stall

Three married men, two Miss K.

Talk about sex, marriage, and family under a 100-watt light bulb

I want to describe the situation like this -

Wind blowing plastic paper

Alcohol paralyzes the genitals

I also want to say something like, "People who can't go anywhere, please come."

Come at night and study

How to live an ethical nightlife. ”