"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.

I felt fun when I was young
You touch the mimosa with your hands.
Watch it shrink.

But no one ever really thought about it.
How long will it take?
to reopen it.

--〈 closed 〉── addressed to the campus bullying event, Chai Renwei

In the name of poetry 〉〉 we are not perfect, but strive to become better ourselves

To know that I don't have enough
When I'm on a big night
Hiking through the Milky Way
To find those similar reflections on the surface of the water
It's all different people.

As the morning train moves in the fog
I always wake up first
Stand in front of the window, touch the water stains and accumulate dust
See the railway far apart from the scenery
To straighten the tangled heart
I'll be the one to arrive late
When I sent a postcard on the way
Measuring each other's colors
When you leave
A traveler in the face of Homecoming
No one wants to be with you forever

And I just have my own
These days, we cross many other
The sun is coming, the rain is coming
We are always on this plain
The most brooding little town

--Travel Guo Zhe

In the name of the poem 〉〉 Travel, we just have ourselves

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Both roads were covered with fallen leaves that morning,
There were no signs of trampling on the leaves.
Alas, I leave the first path to the future!
But I know the crisscross of the Earth,

I don't know if I can go back there in the future.

I will sigh and narrate,
In a place, in a long, long time;
There were two paths breaking up in the woods,
I chose a walk that was sparsely traveled,
It turned out that everything was different.

--〈 the road not to go, E.M. Forster

We have been in a place to break up, to a different road, each of us have chosen the wrong body, even if the answer is different, but still beautiful.

In the name of the poem 〉〉 the Final Push after breaking up: our feelings are still very good after parting

Actually, the sea is like you.
After a good dozens of days and nights
I found out I was a rock.

Its annoying yeqing

In the name of the poem 〉〉 we are each other's sea, is also each other's reef

Maybe love is too big
And you have to die first, maybe.
I'm all about everything.
I don't know a thing about it.

When you say the sun, I think of the rain
In the place where you laugh, softly, clearly
But I see the layers of tears flying--
I broke in on you and came out again.

Everything in this world is a pain
If you die at birth,
Because of longing for a heart
And gradually began to cry himself awake.

See, two of them have been reincarnated.
Results of 1000 times:
We walk along a few of the same streets
But can't be together.

--〈 Maybe love is too great Pieter Boskma

In the name of poetry 〉〉 fate sometimes very shallow, we can only be two parallel lines

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