"There must be injustice and sadness in the world, but through verse, grievance and sadness can be converted." "Chiang Hsun once said so. Reading poetry is like a process of digestion of sadness, for life to leave some monologue, every week this time, I long for you to leave a time for yourself, parting from the reality of the turmoil, the woman fans only read poems for you.

Forgive me if in my eyes
Nothing is clearer than the waves,
Forgive me if my space
Continuously no cover
My song is monotonous,
My words are the birds in the shadows,
The animals of stone and sea, the winter planets
Sadness, never decay.
Please forgive this series of water,
Rocks and bubbles, the tides of
Crazy raving: This is my loneliness:
And slap the salt water of my secret self wall
A sharp turn of the leap, so that
I became a winter day
Part of the
A bell rang and a bell rang in the waves
A part of the same extension that repeats itself,
A part of silence, the stillness of long hair,
The stillness of the seaweed, the sinking song.

--Neruda, forgive me, if I see

Loneliness is necessary, learn to own a person, can enjoy the plural life

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My whole life.
Maybe not so brave.
Through many detours,
Also letting,
Let a lot of songs
Float with the wind in vain.
Rarely do I feel the way people think.
But when my heart smiles in the fields after the rain,
Shining Like the Sun,
I never, never
Loosen the hand of the one I love.

I've never loosened my lover's hand Morris Karem

In the name of the poem 〉〉 This lifetime, the bravest is never let go of your hand

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Love is not a profession.
upbringing, or other

Sex is not dental.
The slippery filling material of pain and cavities

You're not my doctor.
It's not my medication,

Put down this medical anxiety,
Shut up and listen carefully.

Your approval or your surprise.

There is no legal necessity.
That doesn't violate any kind of disease.

Except you,
And that doesn't have to be understood.

or scrubbing or burning,
Just need

Be repeated.
Let me have a present style.

--〈 is/is not 〉,margaret Atwood

Love is neither a doctor nor a medicine, but a disease that is allowed by a loved one.

In the name of poetry 〉〉"love life" to how small to love you, like my Love law?

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Sunny you push away all the clouds
Feel open inside you
To bask in a momentary light

--Yeqing, "There", "more decision in next life"

It rains no harm, see you is clear.

〉〉 reading Love in the name of poetry

A temporary green space with one side
In exchange for a piece of the sky that was permanently Shang.

Wash the dishes with a carton of shampoo and detergent
In exchange for an acre of polluted land

With a lane, a mansion, a gallery
In exchange for a crowd of displaced people.

If this is the logic of market trading,
If this is the norm of the democratic age,

Then maybe one day I'll finally be able to accept
The paper airplanes laden with love and anticipation, the carefully painted boats

It's not going to change anything!

--hong-hong, barter

Hey, what do you want to exchange most? What is it that you will not return anyway.

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