For life to leave a monologue, every week this time, I long for you to leave a time for yourself, parting from the reality of the turmoil, women fans only read poems for you.

Turkey to live.
is a necessary
Sometimes I want to laugh.
Have to endure.
When I really want to love.
You have to endure it.
....
I used to skip the night
Let the instructor hate
I once gave up the sky a string of hydrogen balls
The sky returns me with a heavy rain
I have planted the seeds of the golden chrysanthemum
Grow out
I'm the only one who sees the night-blooming.
Plant the Void.
Grow a pigeon that is not in captivity
　
These
I'm not even going to tell you.

--Lin Wanyu, I won't tell you.

〉〉 in the name of the poem Dear, You deserve to be mad again for yourself .

You don't want to grow flowers.
You said:
"I don't want to see it
A little bit of litter "
Yes
To avoid the end
You've avoided all the beginnings.

--Gucheng, avoid

No matter how hurt, don't give up the chance to be happy again. Dear, there is always a person waiting for you in this world.

In the name of the poem 〉〉 hope that someone is waiting for me

You say we need a little loneliness
Far away to No city
There's no place by the sea, you say there
A place where books can't be taken.
Not necessarily beautiful, not necessarily quiet
But there's an absolutely unparalleled loneliness waiting there.
No more state affairs, no news
Can curse or sing loudly
You can talk about a relationship without a purpose if it's not too much trouble.
　
But anyway, I'm still not quiet.
No matter how you interpret it,
Probably because of it, honestly.
I can't even remember being alone.
Might really need an affectionate
Faraway Place, say a little
Mockery.
To really think of my own existence.
I mean, no more hysterical boredom.
That look

--Sheliteng, the reason we all have this boredom

In the name of poetry 〉〉 We need the kind of loneliness, not far away .

Originally
With a whole life to slowly miss
Is the only thing we have
A whole life!
　
Not after.
Party
Know
。

--HSI, (after three)

Life is a constant encounter and goodbye, but the heartache is that they have not been able to say goodbye to them, sometimes not, is never seen.

〉〉 You owe your life a few goodbyes in the name of poetry?

If you have a lover
Let me know
Like a migratory bird to fly
Snow will know
The rotted of the root
Leaves know
But you'll never know
I don't have a lover.

--Ming Ren letter, talk

In the name of poetry 〉〉 When Love is gone