"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.
The days of a man's hustle and bustle
Touch yourself with yourself, misplaced.
Whether, follow the path to change
I'm going to be myself?
On the track, cut off neatly
The stillness is singular. Lose
Maybe it's just that I pretend not to have
Just. It was just a good injury.
Unexpectedly formed some poetic.
You can leave.
Clear border, there is rain.
It's time for me to keep the dead leaves inside
Tidy up and practice saying goodbye
This time, let me look from the deep
Thoroughly cured.
--〈 those days of a man's hustle and bustle 〉,el
In the name of poetry 〉〉 learn a person, can enjoy the plural life
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I remember last night I made a cup of coffee in Milan
The body temperature of all love songs doesn't suit me.
I remember your smile there's a distance
With 10 pairs of chopsticks, you can't even see your eyes.
I remember a lamp living in a sunflower
Lit up the night and day fragments
[....]
I remember missing like a formula
Repeat in the palm of the White Sea
I remember having a funeral rehearsal in my dream.
Bury your youth, Bury your Love, bury you.
--I remember Sun Zi comments
In the name of poetry 〉〉 one day, we'll be all right .
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I want to waste time with you, like looking down at the fish
Like leaving the teacup on the table.
Wasting their beautiful shadows.
I want to waste the sunset, like a walk
I've been killing the stars
And I'm going to waste the wind
Sitting in the hallway, staring into the dark clouds in your eyes
All blown out of the window.
I've wasted the world, it's passing me by
Tired, like never been loved before
But tomorrow I'll be like this, wasted
The flowers are everywhere, life should be as good as theirs.
As meaningless as a wasted movie
Those desperate love and go to die
To bring us a brief silence.
I want to waste it with you
Together a short silence, a long meaningless
To spend the fine, old universe together.
Like leaning against the railing, looking down at the water mirror.
Until all the things that have been wasted
Behind us, thin wings grow
I want to waste time with you zu
In the name of poetry 〉〉 I also want to waste the sunset, such as walking
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Come on, come with me.
Footprints on white sands are blank
But not in vain
Sunny day past, rainy day past
There's a whole other way of thinking that's blocking
A place where you can roll
Can trample on with willful
There is a sea, allow the fault of life
To send us off
to a farther place.
--Xu Yu in all the places where thinking is a barrier
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I just want to save enough love
Enough tenderness and cunning to slip
Case
I wake up to meet you
I'm just trying to save enough pride.
Enough loneliness and indifference.
Case
Woke up you were gone
--〈 Hibernate, Xiayu
In the name of the poem 〉〉 fall asleep, wake up, all in storage enough love
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(a poem: reading Poems and reading poets )