Why is it said that the beautiful Internet poet Zhuan Meier is "a goddess-like figure in Chinese poetry in the 21st century"

Warm and fragrant dagger - Introduction to Zhuanmei er

Author: Tai Shigong, Yishang

Zhuanmei er: a beautiful Internet poet, her age is unknown, Virgo (birthday is August 27), her body measurements are 36C-24-36, height is 168cm, and weight is 52kg. Known as the "End of the World Singer", "The Girl with Thousand Faces", "The Statue of Liberty", "Crazy Poet", "Charming Little Bodhisattva", "The First Person After Li Qingzhao", "The Goddess of Poetry in Chinese Poetry in the 21st Century", she has been praised by many The readers were "astonished" and quickly established nine Zhuanmeier fan groups, ① - ⑧ groups are basically full, ⑨ group: 67558036 (a super QQ group that can accommodate 500 people). His works are erotic to the obscene and wisdom to the wise. They are charming and critical, like daggers carrying the warmth of a poet and the fragrance of a girl. His collection of poems and comments, "Poetry in the World - New Poetry is the Art of Branching Lines", is earth-shattering, revealing a secret in one sentence, causing some people to smack their tongues, some to sigh, some to be disappointed, and some to be dumbfounded. So that's it, and a sigh. His representative poems include "The Charming Mother on the Futon - My Life as a Mistress" (won the special prize of the first Lu Xun Poetry Award and was hailed as the best poem in the Chinese poetry world in 2010), "My Butterfly Nipples" ”, “I Am Sexually Frigid”, “The Prehistoric Era”, “Mask”, “If One Day I Live in a Cell”, “The Era of Black Silk”, “Quickly Decaying Words”, “Red Song”, “Breasts and Tears” ", "The Wet Rose Petals Have Been Crushed by Me", "The Human Body is Full", etc., became a sensation and are still causing a sensation... He co-authored the poetry collection "On the Futon" with Jiang Hai Diaolong, "the first person of Chinese avant-garde poetry". Charming Niang vs. Pig Killing Quartet" (2010-2011).

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The warm and fragrant dagger ② - the poetic revenge of the beautiful poet Zhuan Meier Author: Taishi Gongren's Skin It was thick, probably less than half a minute, and the bright red blood followed the back, running through blood vessels that were more dense than the sophora silkworms crawling on the wall in dense layers, radiating warmth. Therefore, each uses this warmth to bewitch, incite, and pull each other, desperately hoping to snuggle, kiss, and hug each other in order to obtain the deep joy of life. ? But if you use a sharp blade to penetrate this pink, thin skin with just one blow, you will see bright red blood splashing directly irrigating the killer with all the warmth; secondly, it will give cold blood Breathing, showing with pale lips, makes the human nature bewildered and obtains the ultimate joy of life; while itself is forever immersed in the ultimate joy of life. ? Like this, so, the brick girl and an unknown man were naked, holding daggers, facing each other in the vast wilderness. Brick Girl's dagger is warm and fragrant, carrying the body temperature of the poet and the body fragrance of the girl. ? They are about to embrace, about to kill... ? Passers-by came from all directions, in dense layers, like locust silkworms climbing up the wall, like ants trying to carry fish heads. The clothes are beautiful and the hands are empty. However, they came from all directions and stretched their necks desperately to appreciate the embrace or the killing. They already anticipate the delicious taste of sweat or blood on their tongues afterwards. ? However, the brick girl was facing the unknown man, in the vast wilderness, naked, holding a dagger, but neither hugging nor killing, and there was no intention of hugging or killing. Brick Girl's dagger is warm and fragrant, carrying the body temperature of the poet and the body fragrance of the girl. ...? The two of them are like this for eternity, their living bodies have dried up, but there is no intention of hugging or killing. Passers-by feel bored; they feel boredom creeping into their pores, feeling boredom creeping out of the pores in their own hearts, crawling across the wilderness, and creeping into the pores of others. They felt that their mouthpieces were dry and their necks were tired; they finally looked at each other and slowly drifted away; they even felt so dry that they lost all interest in life. ? So only the vast wilderness was left, and the two of them stood naked in it, holding daggers (Zhuan Meier's dagger gradually became cold, and the body fragrance on the dagger gradually dissipated), standing dryly; like dead people With eyes, appreciate the dryness and bloodless killings of people on this road, and always be immersed in the ultimate joy of life.

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