这家伙瘦得像一条老豇豆悬摇在秋风里。别可怜他,他精神好得很,一天到晚,信口雌黄,废话特多。他那鸟嘴一九五七年就惹过祸了,至今不肯自噤。自我表现嘛,不到黄河心不死!说他是诗人,我表示怀疑。第一,据我观察,他几乎不读诗。每天他溜下楼一两 This guy is as thin as an old kidney bean hanging in the autumn wind. Do not pity him, he is very good spirits, all day long, secretive, nonsense. His beak was provoked in 1957, and he still refuses to boast. Self-performance, not to the Yellow River heart die! Say he is a poet, I doubt it. First, according to my observation, he hardly read poetry. Every day he slips off the stairs