Feng Zhi (1905- 1993), formerly known as Feng Chengzhi and formerly known as Pei Jun. Modern poets, translators and professors. People from Zhuoxian County, Hebei Province. Lu Xun once praised him as "the most outstanding lyric poet in China". He used to be Professor Peking University of National Southwest Associated University, Director of Institute of Foreign Literature of China Academy of Social Sciences, and Vice Chairman of Chinese Writers Association. There are poems such as Song of Yesterday and Sonnets. There is also the work "Du Fu Biography".

The story of oral sex

I sing this story,

Please don't be sad,

Because I only sing here.

A happy ending.

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In the ancient western mountainous areas,

There is a hole in the forest;

A robust young man.

Live in seclusion in a cave.

I don't know what year and month it is.

He climbed up the mountainside alone;

Wearing a dress,

Use the flute.

He looked at the deep valley,

I don't know how many days I've been looking forward to,

Can't tell spring, summer, autumn and winter,

The fruits of the four seasons are always fresh.

It seems to be sleeping nearby,

He forgot the world beyond the mountain.

Sometimes I climb the highest mountain,

I can only see thick clouds and curtains.

Once every 30 days,

If the crescent moon bends;

If it's between pine trees,

Flip the fragrant cool tone;

If the night is quiet,

The murmur of the stream;

If that branch is silent,

The bird's dream is blurred;

He has peace of mind,

His feelings are calm,

He failed in oral sex,

Not a bit sad.

He was a little sleepy all night,

Thick clouds sealed the hole,

He felt uneasy,

He has never experienced such a state.

Like moonlight and water,

Covered with thick clouds,

He threw away the pillow mat,

I can't sleep.

He picked up the flute,

Blow slowly and unintentionally,

Why is tonight's song,

With another emotion?

Whispering in the same stream,

The same pine tree,

Why, in his eyes,

Gradually full of tears?

Who knocks on his heart,

Can anyone play with him?

The flute is unusually ordinary,

It's not as simple as usual

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The next morning,

He seems crazy,

He plays the flute and is wearing a cloth shirt.

Run to the noisy world.

Shaw can't live without his lips,

I saw last night before my eyes,

Silver-gray clouds came into view.

A blowjob girl.

Black hair and deep clouds,

Can't distinguish carefully;

Light dress,

Like a thin cloud.

She seems to be a fairy in the clouds,

But it contains human emotions;

He clung to his flute,

He will go to earth to find her!

See, a year later,

But in his flute.

Gradually lose the peace in the mountains

Wisdom among pines.

He walked through countless markets,

He walked through countless villages and towns,

I've seen a lot of oral sex girls,

But they are not the people he is looking for.

Under the pine trees in the ancient temple,

There is a pond with a moon on it.

He temporarily forgot his search,

I feel the spirit of a year ago again.

The mood returned to dreariness,

The flute is also very soft,

But whose girl is upstairs?

Are you sleepy?

I stayed here for three days,

Calculate where to go tomorrow;

Ah, in the smoke,

What is a sound?

The shadow in the upstairs window,

Is a gentle and lovely girl,

Who does she express her thoughts to,

Tell her what she likes.

He seems to see it again.

The illusion in the clouds a year ago,

How can he be independent,

Don't put the flute gently to your lips?

The moonlight blew their flutes.

Dissolve in the boundless night;

Deep mountain love

Chaos is intertwined.

three

Wandering youth without return

How can I marry a charming rich girl?

No matter how much my mother loves me,

It's hard for strict father to agree.

They think day and night,

Work hard for their wishes,

When I blow my dick every night,

The souls have long been shining together.

Why can't I hear you tonight?

The flute upstairs?

He looked at the window,

There is no lonely figure.

Parents are alive,

But she can't get up anymore;

None of the bait is effective,

And I have no strength to blow.

In the dream, the flute said to him:

"I can cure serious diseases in the world;

Because in my mouth,

It contains your spirit. 」

He woke up without hesitation,

Divide the flute in half,

Boil into a bowl of medicine soup,

Send to the hospital bed.

His parents thanked him for his kindness,

Satisfy their wishes.

The moon is still reunited,

Press a pair of people side by side.

Ah, a couple under the moon,

A flute is extinct.

Although people have a good time,

Her flute is lonely.

He gave her oral sex,

Always unsatisfactory;

He misses his own,

Feel unspeakable sadness.

"If my flute is still there,

The gates of heaven must be open,

There are countless fairies for us.

Throw flowers and dance together. 」

He was very sad,

How do you explain to her;

It finally became.

A serious disease that is difficult to treat.

She finally put her dick,

And the only panacea—

Completed her love,

Saved his life.

Acoustic tail

I can't keep singing.

What happened in their lives.

I hope they can get a new pair of flutes,

Blow the flute.

snake

My loneliness is a long snake,

Silent.

In case you dream about it,

Oh, don't be afraid.

He is my faithful companion,

I am suffering from passionate acacia in my heart;

It wants dense grasslands-

Thick black silk on your head.

As light as moonlight.

Walk past you;

It takes away your dreams,

Like a crimson flower.

What will fall from us?

What will fall from us,

We all let it burn:

We arranged for us to be in this era

Like autumn trees, one after another.

Put the leaves and some late flowers

Give it to Qiu Feng, so that you can open the tree.

Enter the severe winter; We arranged for us to go.

In nature, just like cicada moths.

Throw all the remaining shells into the mud;

We put ourselves in that position.

The future death, like a song,

The song disappeared from the music,

Finally, the body of music was left behind.

Silently turned into a green mountain.

We listened to the storm in the strong wind.

We listened to the heavy rain in the gale,

We are so lonely in the light,

We are in this cabin.

Among our equipment.

There is also a distance from Wan Li:

Copper stoves yearn for seedlings in the deep mountains.

Porcelain pots yearn for the soil by the river,

They are all like birds in the wind and rain.

Something separate. We hugged each other,

It seems that they can't make their own decisions.

The wind blows everything into the sky,

The heavy rain drenched everything into the soil again.

Only this faint reddish color is left.

Confirm the temporary stay of our lives.

We sometimes have an intimate evening.

We sometimes have an intimate evening.

In a strange room, it's daytime.

We don't know what it looks like,

Not to mention its past and future. Vilen-

Looking out of the window,

We only vaguely remember that at dusk.

The way to it is to understand it.

After leaving tomorrow, we will never come back.

Close your eyes! Let those intimate nights

Strange places are intertwined in our hearts:

Our life is like Yuan Ye outside the window.

We recognized it in the hazy Yuan Ye.

A tree, flashing lake light, is endless.

Hiding a forgotten past and a vague future.

We stood at the top of a high mountain.

We stood at the top of a high mountain.

Into an endless vision,

Into the vast plain in front of you,

Into a crisscross path on the plain.

It doesn't matter which road or water,

Which gust, which cloud, no echo:

The cities, mountains and rivers we walked through,

Hua Song took our lives.

Our growth, our sadness.

It's a pine tree on a hillside.

It is a dense fog in a city;

We drift with the wind, with the current,

Into a crossroads on the plain,

Into a path leading to pedestrian life.

I am a small river.

I am a small river,

I didn't mean to bypass you-

You have no intention of turning your rosy clouds into shadows.

Into my soft waves

I ran through a forest,

Soft waves will swing,

Put those green leaves,

Cut it into your skirt.

I ran through a flower bush,

Soft waves will give off bright light,

Put those sad flowers and shadows,

Weave it into your crown.

Helpless, I finally flowed in,

Into the ruthless sea—

The sea is full of wind and waves.

Blow off Corolla and smash the skirt!

I also drift with the tide,

Floating to the infinite place—

Your rosy clouds,

Like the scattered rosy clouds!

Vilen's Road

You said, you love this Yuan Ye.

A road full of vitality,

How many unknown pedestrians are walking?

Get out of these busy roads.

Yuan Ye in our hearts,

There are also some circuitous paths,

But those who walk on the road,

Most pedestrians don't know where to go;

Lonely children, white-haired couples,

There are also some young men and women,

And dead friends, they are all.

Step out these roads for us;

We commemorate their footsteps.

Don't waste these paths.