"Read the poem for you," We can fall in love.

The condensed milk of the cloud
One Cup Cup
The scent.
The wind licked it.
The sun licked it.
The white butterfly licked it.
Lick her cheek.
Her neck is drooping.
Falling
Ah, the fallen petals.
Spring in the Yard
It's too late to take it off.
Fall in time and fall into the rain
The Gap
Too late to take it off.
Spring flies with white butterflies
That's Gardenia.
The initial dye-free

--Chen Yuhong, no dye

Tuesday spring morning, read Chen Yuhong "No dye" imagine the spring of the window, think of "Zhi zi flower, white petals, fell on my blue frilly." Those of us who have sought his youthful intention of 1100 degrees.

In the name of the poem 〉〉 the youth who cannot turn back

Image source: Yvonne Perret

Read you, every word
Every pore of a capillary, I

There are good reasons for that;
Read you, I can
More close to you, because my eyesight
Already close to 0. All the limited opportunities,
Will eventually be subject to a new painting

Reading you is not necessarily according to the rules
You can be garbled, you can cross the border
You don't have to start,
No detoxification;

Read you, I'll tell you
But no words, I still

Read you ...

--Lin, read you.

In the name of the poem 〉〉 you are the most exquisite psalm, I will read you over and over again

Image source: Lyndsee smth

[thick slices of toast]

Always with no feelings.
Accept
The sticky margarine and the chemical jam

In the often overexposed face
About sweet touch and kissing.
It's the breakfast you have to learn to face.

[Black Coffee]

Wake up
In the arms of a strange man

Not too much sunlight to render
The haze and the bitterness
I used to breakfast

--party group, breakfast two style

will be the breakfast of two, will be the emotional model, you still eat accustomed to it?

In the name of the poem 〉〉 Don't Be "unwilling" to play: Leave the Love mire six solution side

Every tear
It's all coming from afar.
Flow towards the future.
For a cat.
Once kissed.
My eyes

--concealment, history, and whereabouts

In the name of the poem 〉〉 Tears to teach US

Picture Source: Audrey Hepburn in "Breakfast at Tiffany '" (1961)

We're going to meet.
We are going to love each other
A certain season
One day
A place
That's when the sad story is done
The last piece of snow has fallen.
The sad song is silent
Lightning's retreating.
The Thunder is hoarse.
The clouds are drifting away
That's when.
That's when.
We could be in love.

--Excerpt Lin Wanyu, "That's when."

Some say encounter, some say love is not the time. Want to hold but did not have the courage of time, want to grasp but no ability, I only hope that the next time we meet, can be good love you.

In the name of the poem 〉〉 you don't need to be "not to abandon my lover"

Photograph: Fabs Grassi