No.6 Shangyi Street

No.6 Shangyi Street is a modern poem written by Yu Jian 1984. The original text is as follows:

French yellow house

Lao Wu's trousers are hung on the second floor.

Shout your legs and drill your head out with your eyes

The big toilet next door

There is a long queue every morning.

We often come at dusk.

Open the cigarette case and open your mouth.

light up

Yu Jian's painting was nailed to the wall.

Many people disagree.

All they know is Van Gogh.

Old card's shirt was rolled into a rag.

We use it to wipe the juice on our hands.

He is turning over a pornographic book.

Then he fell in love.

Often appear in pairs

Fight here, flirt here

One day they broke up.

My friends are relaxed and happy.

The next day, he sent a wedding invitation.

Everyone dressed up for dinner.

Zhu Xiaoyang's manuscripts are always spread out on the table.

Those words are a mess.

Staring at us like this asshole COP

Facing those red eyes

We must speak vaguely.

Like a popular poem

Li Bo's slippers are pressing Feijia's leather shoes.

He has become famous and has a blue leather membership card.

He often lies on it.

Tell us how to wear shoes.

How to pee and how to wash shorts

How to fry cabbage, how to sleep and so on.

He came back from Beijing on 1982.

This coat is thicker than before.

He told the inside story of the literary world.

Sounds like the chairman of the writers' association

Tea is Lao Wu's electric meter, not Lao Wu's.

The floor belongs to Lao Wu's neighbor.

Wei Shuping whose daughter-in-law is Lao Wu is Lao Wu's.

Mouth phlegm, cigarette butts and air friends are Lao Wu's.

Lao Wu's pen is hidden in the drawer.

Seldom show up

A city without prostitutes

Children and men are witty when talking about women.

Skirts are popular occasionally.

Everybody button up.

At that age, we were all eager to put on skirts.

Refuse to bow.

Yu Jian has not yet become famous.

I was taught a lesson every time.

On an old newspaper

He wrote many meaningful pseudonyms.

There is a person everyone is afraid of.

He works in a certain company.

"He came for a purpose,

Let's not say anything! "

Some days the weather is bad.

There are often bad luck in life.

We will attack Fei Jia's latest work.

Call Zhu Xiaoyang a master

Then this hand touched the wallet.

Prevaricate, evasive.

Eight mouths smiled and stood up at once.

This is an era of wisdom.

Many conversations are recorded.

You can publish a famous book.

It was a busy time.

Many faces appear here.

I asked in the park today.

They are all famous.

It's raining lightly outside

We came to the street.

An empty big toilet

This is the first time he has used it alone.

Some people get married.

Some people became famous.

Some people are going to the west.

Lao Wu is going to the west, too

Everyone calls him a tough guy.

willies

Wu, you stay.

Where am I going tonight?

Arguing and complaining.

Everyone finally separated.

The remaining floor is empty.

Like an empty record that will never play again.

In other places

We often mention No.6 Shangyi Street.

Said it was a day many years later.

The children are coming to visit.