Chapter 4 The phenomenon of Ma Zhongxin who writes poetry with his feet◎Bai Ling

cloud flying thousands of miles in heaven but rehearse double face bad face black face ◇ No matter how high the waves surge eventually gray-haired choose a beach spit out the foam of life ◇ Along the desert, or field or two rows of footprints in the snow Anyone can find those shoes toe forward ◇ stand on shoes rough body live in a furnace hot heart ◇ Put a heart on top of the heart planetary head A pair of bullet eyeball ◇ Just a gene but stacked five million years of thrills and vicissitudes: stand on the ground ◇ with his feet along the great arc of the earth

write down the human poetry