"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.

How is it going
Kinda miss you
It's dusty and sometimes polished.
The kind of thinking you

Also gradually understand
Daily watering
Will one day become quicksand.
What is the nature of life?
Take care of yourself
began to be as difficult as tending a potted plant

Often pressed repeatedly.
The switch on the wall
Think this life all bright or all dark
It's all just for a moment-

It's okay.

--Zheng, the nearest furthest

How are you doing lately? One wants to ask but is hesitant to open the words, a want to love but can't love.

In the name of the poem 〉〉 can see you again, I have satisfied

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The clouds are over, the water is gone

Of course, gossip has fallen to a low

Oh, you have a mottled voice, and a gorgeous posture.

A tree in the courtyard also has a big shade

We're old.

I still say I love you

Oh, that's how many years of deliberation

Yu Shuhua, we are old, you are not a little moved?

can touch your canthus of wrinkles, full of white cream, holding you can not hold tight hand, slowly walk, how good.

In the name of the poem 〉〉 if I'm with you

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Your voice, if it is not sent from your throat;
And to be made into the throat of a decent man;
That's pathetic.

Your voice must be very simple,
To be as simple as a farmer, just like you.
Be as simple as a worker as you are.

The smart guys are all over the place,
Some people have a name on their swagger,
Some people run away when they have made a fortune.

Don't have to rely on a special reason to live,
There is no excuse to live,
Unless you insult it.

--Life Linghente

Life, is the most simple reason for happiness.

In the name of the poem 〉〉 cultivate the ability to thank "ordinary day", do not miss the life of the beautiful moment

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You don't have to read my poems.
It's just the sadness of the body

No one needs to understand me.
She ended up just a piece of paper.

If you're obsessed with understanding
You can go to see the village of the spring Tree wrote the sea

and discover what we have in common
A platonic wound.

--Lu Ying fish, Plato. "Good Night, goodnight."

The poem is just a very light, our wound.

reading Poems for you in the name of the poem

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If there's a hole
Can hide in the rain

If there is a drop of tear
The reflection of thousands of broken hearts

If you run out of summer all thunder
With those screaming again meet

If there's a glimmer
To bring back a man who has been forgotten for years.

If the man who stabbed me in the first place
I had a hole in my old self.

If there's a hole
Can hide in the rain

--if there was a hole in the whale to the sea

If there is a glimmer, bring back a person who has forgotten for many years, I wish it was you.

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