"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.

Beach Meditation
Ocean Currents Parade
The Goose egg touches the stone lightly.
Just a little flare.
Willing to light into the deep sea,
Cover a lantern;
We're going to be
The same kind of fish

Because the chimney doesn't know
How deep does the sea take?
to float an island.
It's always been
Pretend that you
into a moxa incense;
There will be people
I thought the beach was a ash star.
and the waves.
Swallow the
can achieve the wish
But tonight,
Oyster should not be quiet.
Wetlands can not wait
When the white dolphins flock
Maybe we just
A fish that makes a wish.
When gathered, the scales were firm
Wipe the walls.
In the deepest, darkest
In the submarine tunnel:
White dolphins do not turn;
We're not turning.

--Vigil Tang Shuwen
Solidarity with the "2011.1.26 young students ' candlelight vigil Action"

Maybe we are only the fish that make a wish, just because we have to light the same lamp in the long Night and watch the same wish.

After all, there is only one world
Ready for us to have a ripe summer
And we're under the rules of adults.
Go on with the kid's game
Don't care about the people who fall down the road
I don't care about stranded ships.

However, for the benefit of the Lover's sunshine
And on the backs of the laborers.
Laying down the dark and weary night
Even on the way to date
There will be enemies when the eyes meet
The frost that landed

This is no longer a simple story.
In this story.
You and me, and a lot of people.

--Love story North Island

〉〉 Love is never so simple in the name of poetry

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We love ourselves.
Tongue, instead of ourselves
Thank you for expressing a bad name
We love our noses.
He makes us alive.
We love our eyes and ears.
A carefully selected view
We love ourselves.
And people outside of themselves
We love a minute.
Or a second, deep love
Pass by the instant, who is
Old tenant, who is the new photo
Who is this moment, we love deeply
and the unknown part

--Sensory Life Pogora

In the name of poetry 〉〉 we love the future that we cannot know

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Typhoon is the letter of the season, the Kuroshio is a necklace
Earthquakes are the mother of ancient times, shaking your dreams.
White clouds are prodigal--the love you return to
Often standing on the cliff overlooking the sea
The whale-dolphin looming is the reflection of his alien exile.

I'm so holding my breath and I'd rather you didn't realize
Like corn fields, you don't know the Tropic of Cancer.
Maybe in the lonely afternoon, maybe the night and the Dawn
Cane Garden, tribe, Forest Road, Cliff, alluvial fan
Silently I would like to drift into your scenery along the way

--I would like to be your scenery luo ye

In the name of the poem 〉〉 the Deepest love, the loneliest: the expiration date of the Promise

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I've decided to love you.
I just met you.
I forgot to tear my eyes apart.
And I love you like a sticky

But the wind blows
and love floats on the breeze
The mood of swinging
Yes, I'm pretty sure I'm not sure.

Summer without a hug
The rain has been very willful.
I forgot to copy your figure.
Your silhouette, in the rain
It's like a cup of instant milk.

I tore my eyes out in pain
Drink the milk dry
Turn the rain down a little bit.

Only to find that you walk fast
Very far

--Met, in a neurotic afternoon Sun Zi review

In the name of the poem 〉〉 I Love you, not with you

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