Reading poetry is like a process of digesting sadness, leaving some monologue for life, longing for you to leave a period of time for yourself, the confusion of parting reality, the woman fans only read poems for you.

We go back to
Sweat dripping on the pitch
Splash's dirty words.
A ligament that never breaks when running
The raging blood stasis has not been eliminated
To make the whole adolescence painful and cool.
Even when you grow up
Walk in the street
Occasionally fall, raise your head
Maybe I can see your warm eyes
Reach Out to me
Like you said to me.
It's the rain of the year
So evenly hit everyone.

--Abu, alumni

In the name of the poem 〉〉 to the 20-year-old youth sheet: Please allow us to be silly once again

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I know every pair of eyes
With a secret that blinks, or a dream
Or the scenery, it will
Accidentally forget how to face
Beware of pretending and crashing
Tears waiting to read

--The shadow of Chu, the narration

Every pair of eyes have a dream, dear, wish you shed tears, that dream clear and lightsome.

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In the name of the poem 〉〉 love his own practice

Is it cold in your side?
When I know
All the melted things, with the remains of
Will eventually have their own direction.
Embrace a Sun
And far away from here
I can easily reach

--rinari,〈 Snowman

Our years interweave, then each develop independent narrative, each story is so not easy, layers of overlap, with a lot of sad and the past days, to look forward to a meet again.

In the name of poetry 〉〉 all encounters are reunion

Life sometimes comes with a big hole.
We can just look at the sweet part.

--Chai Renwei, Donut

When a person thinks his life is boring, then he must have forgotten that the intention to live is a habit. When you are not happy, look at the sweet days!

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In the name of the poem 〉〉 Good Life

I want to sit like this all the time,
Listening to new surprises and sadness,
Quietly sinking.

Not believing in God, but being spoiled by the breath of God,
Pick up the leaves of the trees in faraway countries,
Bathed in the past and the future of the slide.

Believe the soft sofa on the blue sea,
Then more than anything else
Love yourself infinitely more.
I want to sit quietly like this all the time.

--Kukawa, in a quiet rainy night

More than anything, infinitely more love yourself, this is the most important.

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