"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.
On the border of the city
Split the center of the dead Wood
Waking up every day in the sleep
Forget all the gaps.
The meaning that leads to death
Not to look to the neighbor
A house that's getting taller
No distractions in the heart
Make the back bend lower
Low enough to face up to
The dust on the road
and the palm of one's own foot
Firmly glued to the surface
As the Daily
At the top of a knife axe
Grind Blunt own notch
More and more complete
Forget the full meaning of the connotation
While we're not paying attention.
Make a first kiss of the year
It's the kiss.
The rain in the summer night
A frog full of noisy gardens
Became a prince.
It was that night.
We suddenly read poetry.
Find the stars that are far away
There are tears in the original
Yes, after that.
I shed tears from my heart
Layer by layer and cover it.
To make an ordinary insects
A transparent punctuation mark marked with
That will never come again.
First kiss like
The Time of Eternity
--Abu "First Kiss"
It could have been Rong cast.
The will of the fire
The Will to beat Iron
How many of us have metal components?
Not to burn
But it's enough for heat.
I'm reflecting when you're slightly glowing
You walk up to me and I walk to you
Bend the distance between the ends
There are also bends to break moments
Me with your Will
I just remember pounding on the iron.
The body of iron is not fragile.
Iron is not rust
A matter of time
Rebirth renewed in the fire.
belong to Me
I'm obsessed with banging
To make a distortion of the Beat
So that I can not restrain
Crying will make me rust
If you are afraid of being blown away, give up the blue sky.
But I just love the way you look like a cloud.
--Excerpts from Sparrow love Poems Li Juncheng
Is that you are not in the room
Nothing but lying in your closet, I was nothing but
Like a piece of clothing, you don't wear it anymore.
Nothing but dust full of time
is to miss
We used to start each other's backs
Each other's ... There's a stain on the clothes.
I will keep on drying for countless months
Will recall, when asleep
My body is the drapes of the Milky Way, covering your shoulders.
Decorated with the totem of the stars, lightly
You turn my body upside down
Embroidered with light threads, embroidered on the day
The morning light, and then embroidered on a night
My sadness of the day is gradually finished
--The Happy textile Pogora