Every week at this time, I long for you to leave a time for yourself, the absence of the reality of the turmoil, the woman fans only read poems for you.

Dissolve the world into
The man in My heart
The way you want to be

--Yeqing, poetry

Reading poetry and writing poetry are the same, so simple, just like reading you.

〉〉 reading Love in the name of poetry

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We have all kinds of emotions.
and learn moderation.
Who's the name of the sea of the long waves
No questions, no queries.
I don't remember the way you left me
And I don't expect you to come back.
Life is a long journey, and we're not here yet.

--Song Shangqi, the farewell book

"A person always take a strange road, see strange scenery, listen to strange songs, and then in a casual moment, you will find that the original is to try to forget things really so forget." "My Blueberry Night."

In the name of the poem 〉〉 we haven't arrived yet

I like your lips.
Like a little fish in the water
I like your hands.
Cover your face, like a glass shell
Like sand
Your scent, the white bell flower
I love it when the wind turns around like a fin

I like the island.
You're on the island.
You're in the wind.

"You are the light that wears my pupil"

In the name of the poem 〉〉 I Like you

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After meeting you
I realized I had five fingers.
Thumb first to the big red fingerprints needed to get married.
Eating index your nice eyelashes
The middle finger is responsible for determining your shape in the dark.
You don't have to wear a famous ring on your ring finger
With a little finger and a dozen childish hooks.
The most important thing is to stay at home every day until you come back and sleep in the same bed.
And miss out on all the wonderful things in the world.
This is a day to live just a good life finally waiting for some kind of boring day

--yeqing, happiness without feeling

Some people say that marriage is a love tomb, that life can not find a hand through the insipid next-generation companion, will it be to let love die without burial? Love is, even if "Miss all the wonderful things in the world", I am happy.

In the name of poetry 〉〉 the sweetness of plain days

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About the pouring parting
The rules of falling leaves and light fading in the streets
Even though I keep chasing the past
I never met you again.
You're one of those strong winds.
My soul is attached to it.
is so easy to scatter

Whales to the sea, you are the stronger wind

You are the kind of strong wind, in the time between the cracks, blowing.

In the name of the poem 〉〉 think of you, still is beautiful

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