"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. (same field Gayon:"read the poem for you" I quietly carved myself to knock on those sleek faces )
Because I have a consistent pulse.
So no matter how little or much I think, and I
Will be here to hear you say
About the boredom of the world
Throw it at me, though.
Let me take them in handy
Breaking down into the stars in the sky
I can trade with a smile
Or the wood, and the fire.
The wisdom to bear for you
Those who are not brave outside the sentimental festival
After all, I can't allow you anymore.
If you don't let me face intangible's self
Our love is not going to die
We had a big hug.
--Chu Ying--I will be here to hear you say
Stop talking.
I won't give in.
Though, I want to survive
Think of rice and vegetables
Want to use a silver-White House
To store the sun.
Want to let the windowsill
Covered with sun flowers
and the Maple leaf of autumn
I want to be in silence
Watch the birds.
And let my heart fly to the eaves
Stop talking.
I won't give in.
Though I long for love
Longing to cross the thousands of-Li
Irrelevant clouds.
To find the path.
Longing in the forest and the windows of the building
With the lightest kiss.
To keep her eyelashes full of pollen.
Farewell street Lights
Along the lullaby
Towards childhood
Stop talking.
I won't give in.
Though, I need to be free
It's like a grass.
To move the stones on your body.
It's like a sunflower.
Ask for your crown.
I need the sky.
A blue that was watered down by the breeze
Let the verse fade away
Like waves
Deliver the fruit.
But, stop talking.
I won't give in.
--Gucheng don't say, I won't give in
So we are all alone in the whole.
The loneliness we should have expected
All the answers are pointing, lonely--just
I don't want to admit it so early, I want to
More deformity for a while
Misunderstanding this life for a little while--
When the cells recline in the goodwill of another cell
The countless warm moments
Your vibrations overlap mine.
At this time, in the complete illusion of loneliness felt spontaneously
Those who poured out without a choice.
The senseless birth and the simie of the moment
I just want to pick up a leaf
The wreckage, the complete loneliness
As death without copying--
Yours, mine.
Each other's echoes of each other
After hearing from each other
Ears
Then it will never be forgotten.
How to listen.
--Chen Khawa "12 love Songs for the Replicators"
You say Love
Like a flower on a perilous cliff
Going to
Going to
A little scared.
I want to climb over.
--Wu Yinning "dangerous Cliff has Flowers"
"What you do for survival, I don't care, I want to know, your pursuit,
I don't care if the story you told me is true,
I want to know
Can you not be afraid of others to be true to yourself,
Can you withstand the accusation of betrayal and not betray your soul?
I want to know if you can abandon the faith that you had, and therefore be trustworthy;
I want to know
If you can find beauty, even if it's not beautiful every day,
Whether you can trace the source of your own life from its existence.
I want to know
If you can be with the failure-yours and mine,
But still standing by the lake shouting at the Silver Full Moon:
"Yes, that's it!" ”
I don't care where you live or how much money you have,
I want to know
After a sad, hopeless, weary and painful night of bone marrow,
Whether you can get up and do the things you need to raise your child.
I don't care who you are, how you came to be here,
I want to know if you are willing to stand with me in the center of the flames and not shrink back.
I don't care where you get educated, what you learn, or who you
I want to know
When all is betrayed you, what is in the heart to support you forward.
I want to know
If you can face yourself alone,
Do you really like the friends you left behind when you were empty?
--excerpt Oriah Mountain Dreamer〈 Life Invitation Letter