"There must be injustice and sadness in the world, but through verse, grievance and sadness can be converted." "Chiang Hsun once said so. Reading poetry is like a process of digestion of sadness, for life to leave some monologue, every week this time, I long for you to leave a time for yourself, parting from the reality of the turmoil, the woman fans only read poems for you.

I want a bed.
Clean, angular and clear
Lie still on the top
Let sleep enter my
Let me into
In the midst of your pain
I'll be at the door.
Grow flowers
Even now it looks broken
All the dust that I've been through
But in the future they will be old
When I was old,
and old beauty.
And I'll be old too
When I was old,
Will you be by my side?
You will take
I gave you flowers.
Are you going to grow old with me?
Would you mind getting old?
I want a bed.
Lying on top with you
Let the sunlight spill through the window
Half the light on US
Half the Light
It shines into our darkness.
I'm lying in bed with you.
Maybe having sex may not
Maybe say something not about each other's lives
I don't live alone.
You don't have to die alone.
--〈 I want a bed Song Shangqi

The one that lit you up
Forgot to leave the time
Turn you off.
Actually getting up early
No hard to imagine.
Leaving early is also
Ming Ren letter "visit"

What is Life
Life is sunshine and rain and stars
Or the beauty and convenience of the evening's exotic dishes and taverns
Or if you love me I love you enough to fill it all
You raise your head and say, "You are talking about some crumbs, and I'm asking about real life ." 」
I held out my hand and stared at the hands of both of us and said, "Life is this." 」
You shook your head and smiled.
It's still wrong, but forget it.
The next time you ask me what life is, I'm going to give it a wild answer.

--Life Yeqing

So I saw a familiar person from
Still the store came out and behind
It's blinding light. Rest
Are fading in the rain that lasts in the afternoon
Down, not in harmony
Heartbeat, the water on the occasional ripples

decided not to have an umbrella, step out
The rhythm of riding a building with a rush
Go ahead and think about it without. Distraction
To catch a glimpse of the sky, the clouds
Touch the edge, revealing a trace of flaws
His eyes crossed the count--saw
an old thing;

So cold rain in the window one night
Sleepless, the moment of
The night knocks on the song of No One
The street lamp with bleak silence listens
I decided to get dressed and get up.
In a long don't know what
After a state of mind, perhaps

If the rain has heard, forget;
The morning light with an equal amount of concealment
Walking in the dark streets
A similar plot repeats itself;
So I saw a familiar person from
Still the door out of the
He simulates the morning light tiptoe

--Untitled Li Cheng

The Angels are trying to find themselves. They don't believe in profundity.
Although they have a full range of diving equipment.
So easy to fall asleep.
They wash a bath when someone asks
For an example of "complete redemption."
The Phantom of My Flesh
The difference between us and angels is
We have different boiling points.
They evaporate easily.
And more inclined to love.
And even though we're so transparent,
is inspired by all kinds of evil side
Wake up with a big sadness.
And on the branch of the story that keeps on branching
Lost our only sheep.

--Xiayu "abdominal language" (very slow and sweet death)