"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.

Those afternoons decided to leave.
I can only leave you a box of rain
I'm so alone and unpredictable.
I think I was
I'm going to freak out.
Better not

You gotta know that I can't go on
To the promised land of the future I keep
Keep straying from the excursion
Never going to get there.
The destination will never reach the destination.

--Xiayu a box of rain

In the name of the poem 〉〉 I want to send you a box of rain, leaving your last days full

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So am I.
To think that the opposite of hate is possession
And so indulge in talking and hugging
Forgetting and Time
To sneak all the mirrors and
Constantly breaking
Let the partial image part
Let life take root in the shadow

Let the cocoon RIP.

I'm sorry, I don't know the whole
I'm sorry, I can't be complete.
--Excerpt from Sorry Wang Zhiyuan

Our life, never need a complete, to who accountable.

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But I still stay in the dry place, finish a bottle of wine
To flip a bottle upside down
Another flip.
The rain outside the window ignores me: A drop holding a drop, falling
Fusion is destruction, and destruction is fusion.
But how long does it take for a man to return to the sky
A process of falling down
When I drop a piece of soot, another piece of soot is present.
I love a man to die
The other is in the belly.
When the rain falls in different places, there are different sounds.
No one disappears faster than who
No one comes to be more complete

There is no one in the rain, no one is not in the rain

--Rain falls out of the window Yu Shuhua

In the name of the poem 〉〉 the Rainy day alone, listens to own sound

This time I left you and I don't want to see you anymore.
In the meantime you have fallen asleep quietly.
Leave us unfinished, left to the world,
The world, I still tread,
It's your dream.

--Fu Zheng Don't worry

I just think so, for the anti-class to leave the classmate, is not also want to say so to the world.

In the name of poetry 〉〉 written in the anti-class student suicide: Before and after the big two presidents, why become annoying adults?

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We create all kinds of festivals for the barren civilization.
Fireworks, cheerleaders, and parades
Making seasonal flu and flu vaccines
Imagine a non-existent MRT station name
The flag that disappears
The platform is temporarily closed
The elephants of that time
Where the hell did you go?

Vaguely Feel the
The horn that was sawed off
Have the weight of time
such as basketball into the basket box
The athlete who finally ran out of the body
Before the Wits
Try to do your best.
Only I know
One day in the future
You'll still be pulling your sword.
To resist the flow of the entire civilization download

--to a younger revolutionary, Abu

I know that one day in the future, you will still draw your sword and resist the flow of the entire civilization download.

If you are dissatisfied, you should make a sound. A letter to the child: on the curriculum , as long as the hope will not despair