Twenty points reward Can anyone help me find Fang Wenshan s no makeup rhyme poems on the Internet

"Poems about Fang Wenshan's Plain Makeup Rhyme Feet" is a book published by the Writers Publishing House in January 2007.

Fang Wenshan, a cutting-edge lyricist who subverts the traditional love writing scene of Chinese lyrics and opens up a new space for lyrics, has a unique style of lyrics creation, with a clear banner, a strong personal style, and a high degree of recognition in his works in the field of popular lyrics. He has been shortlisted for the Best Lyricist Award at the Golden Melody Awards for six consecutive years. Fang Wenshan, born in the grassroots class of Taiwan, did not receive higher education, and went out to work at a young age to help support the family.

You may not be familiar with this name, but you must know Jay Chou, when you hear the delicate words and gorgeous words in Jay Chou's songs, you should know that these lyrics are all from Fang Wenshan.

Reading poetry is too literary, I've always been ashamed to admit it, I thought it would be good to look at it in private, but after reading it for more than ten years, I still haven't stopped, after all, it is the highest literary art, and I can only maintain a posture of looking up if I can't reach the height.

My books are arranged casually but also regularly, and those that need to be read are placed behind a desk or monitor. It is used to brew drowsiness or cranky thoughts and put it next to the pillow, such as Zheng Chouyu; But I'm sorry Fang Wenshan, I have been lying in the bathroom for a long time without makeup, but this is also good, at least I can see it many times a day.

I firmly believe that it was Fang Wenshan who made Jay Chou. In the pop world, if you fall in love with a song, the song is used to make people fall in love at first sight, and the lyrics are to let you slowly understand the soul until you fall in love with it. Fang Wenshan is a good at writing lyrics, and his poetry collection looks so much like lyrics, and he can even hum a melody to match it when he looks at it.

It's also difficult for him, it's really not easy to write words that rhyme every sentence, but the rhyme feet are so neat, sometimes it will be overkill when placed in the vernacular, destroying the possibility that the answer itself can create a better artistic conception. At this time, I thought that someone said "why should the words of love songs rhyme" when filling in the lyrics, because he really can't let "the hall tell the beautiful" and "rhyme" coexist. (However, it turns out that even if "rhyme" is abandoned, "beauty" is still not to be found.)

I have repeatedly seen his cat's ** on his blog, in the face of cats, I have always been irresistible, and by the way, I am also full of affection for men who have cats, they have the love and consideration to take care of cats, and they should not be bad for women. So the article "The Love History of Cats" in the book has won my heart so far.

Splashing ink landscapes" seal engraved in the city of Tan in the rainy season.

Outside the bluestone city, the muddy landscape all the way, a volley of tears.

You are the parting of the blank space in my ink-splashed paintings.

On the reel, you can't always draw the one who.

The fragrance of the rainbow tail of "Youth is like wine" is a winding tide.

The distance that floats ashore There are seven colors that can span the colorful past.

The egret is elegantly painted with porcelain in ink on the distant mountain.

This fragile rainy season is beating through with a brisk drum.

The damp humidity in the house is storing memories that are fermenting.

I'm pouring out a whole box of your past, which is all about you.

Those youthful beauty like wine are fragrant all over the ground.

Hopelessly Thirty-One Words".

A touch of nightshade describes what you look like in the moonlight.

The plain face is even bright and clean when it is angry, and it looks good.

Butterfly is free in the sky with a bird's-eye view of the land, and the hard work of the state shirt in the past few months has finally reaped the beauty.

But he began to give up the air of the larvae, the memory of the chrysalis broken, the past that climbed on the branches.

As well as after a heavy rain, a delicious tender green.

Compromise" The Aging Wilderness Repeatedly missed the season when the rainy season came.

So I gave up the spotless flyover.

No longer miss the fallen leaves around you, the withering in front of you, and the oncoming wind and snow.

In this world of red faces and white hair.

Her expression is very Chancellor

You don't think that the title alone is already a complete concept.