"There must be injustice and sadness in the world, but through verse, grievance and sadness can be converted." "Women fans for you to read poetry, but also for those women in the text of the figure, they are stubborn if weak, strong or young, their fleeting look at life, is enough for us to aftertaste a long life." (same field Gayon:"read Poems for You" My gentleness is not complete )
A real benefactor.
No need to dazzle the rich
No need to flash.
Do not seek permanent
You don't have to keep writing.
-- The whale 〉 to the sea for the summer's paralysis.
To Xinqiao lovers Michelle:
In the movie "The New Bridge Lover" Juliet Bino Xu to unload the rich stately, she loves
Live to the end of the times, they burn the city like Love, no one elegant and
Have you ever danced with Devil in the pale moonlight? ──joker (performed by Jack Nicholson in film, BATMAN, 1989)
Love is an eternal fire, that light, as long as you can see it well.
They're going to die of nothingness.
But the harp is going to play like this slowly.
The afternoon you came to see me on the Sea
Take you to my tender soft cave
To have you in my only cave
It turns out it was so loved.
But also denied that, as altered verses
To play some songs you just wrote.
To take to the far end in the wind:
"A freedom that once rang like a coastline
Can be changed at any time twists and turns;
A man I once loved.
Like burning the strongest and fastest flame. 」
For example, the flowers will continue to pass
Bypassing the abyss of semantics, going back to simplicity
Come now--never ending now
When everything is failing.
I'm only desperate.
In our misery of the circus class
To dance a hysterical ballet for you.
-- Xiayu, our miserable circus class.
To the Black Swan Nina:
You can't stop spinning if you stop, all competing systems will be damaged.
Instead of being bored, she would prefer to tilt without fear. So Nina is willing to do a moth, beautiful in the life and death of the media for a short moment.
The life of the line after the intrigues and she has nothing to do with
How I wish that there was a doorway
In the morning the sun shines on the grass
Hold on to your door
The door was very low, but the sun was bright
The grass is in the knot of its seed
The wind is shaking its leaves
We're standing, not talking.
It's very good.
-- Gucheng gate
Love letter, Watanabe Beboze:
Think of him, memory like a layer of milky white paper, everything is lightsome clean
Watanabe Beboze crying and shouting, how are you? I am fine.
"I feel, I am alive, and not only for me to live, there are
many, many, I do not know what is the thing, bless me live better." "