"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.
Though I plainly saw
The world is standing upside down
A little resentment, a little hatred
There's no hate in my heart
Although I insist on being upright
Don't want to swing his arms and chop
Besides, there is no sword in hand.
I'm attached to the wind, the world's ring
The bell of a flock is jingle
Though the world is standing upside down
I just want to sing like a wild Sparrow
Just ask for what I love
Will keep me upright, or "stand down"
--Liu Yishou, stand down.
Zhang ailing said that for who can be very low and low, has been low to the dust, not too
They believe in each other,
It was an instant burst of enthusiasm that made them meet.
Such certainty is beautiful,
But uncertainty is more beautiful,
They've never met, so they're sure
There is nothing to do with each other,
But the words that came from the streets, the stairs, the hallways--
Maybe they've missed it 1 million times?
--Simpo silk card at first sight
Can you come and sweep my withered:
Throw out the withered flowers and cut off the yellow leaves
But the rest of the branches remain: the fragrance of the way to keep
I'll give it to you in my twilight.
This crumpled heart is yours.
You can not blame me, for this encounter, we have gone a lifetime journey
So there's not much time, we need to shorten the sleep
Take you through the mountains, the morning, and pass you by the crowd
Repeat for me.
You loved me, I love you Again
And then I dozed off.
A heart without a grudge
--Yu Shuhua "Untitled"
You've seen the sun, a fire bird
Through the golden sky, into the clouds,
You once knew the envy of man and his humble desires,
I have loved and lost.
You're old, loved and lost like me
Beautiful everything, and destined to death,
In the rush of Frost Dew, you have sought your blueprint,
And at night I stepped on the hills,
In the vivid night sky bare skull,
Into the light at noon,
As I do, I know some kind of joy.
Though we are several years apart, years are 0;
Youth calls the rings through the weary years:
"What have you found." He cried and asked, "What are you looking for?" 」
"You find it," the rings are answered with tears,
"Exactly what you are looking for." 」
--Dylan Thomas "Youth calls the Rings"
When life reaches the summit
Like a puddle of slush
Don't care about the concerts.
And not in the fireworks.
Seemingly lonely, fatalistic
In fact, by chance
The Working place Gleams:
The revolution of the Starry sky
In every room
A pure and innocent sanctuary
Still unbearable to defend the daily finger-claws
What other people are calculating.
Better than us.
When you're still on my chest
A world of rain and fog
All the things that make us want to overthrow
will end you and my rebellion.
Giguang most accidental.
Sliced Feather ningxin
But everyone is in the night.
It's well hidden.
So never arbitrarily pick trampled--
"I love You" once you open your mouth
will be underestimated
--Whales to the sea (Feihong)