"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.

You look at the bed, the sunshine outside
Slow down in the plant body
Imagine her approaching, her ears leaning against your chest.
The palm clings to your back

Remembering to hug her from behind and kiss
Her fingers are twisting on your shoulders.
You're leaning on her neck and your nose is deep inside her.
Remembering her hair in the morning
Ask you to go swimming someday
Think of a supermarket in the middle of the night
You hug and hug.
She rubs your hair like it's peeling off her soul

Now you walk in the Twilight streets
See a kite trapped in the treetops
Imagine dressing in front of the mirror
Buttoned up the messy buttons
Become accustomed to the skew of the tie

--Notch Jinmingshin

Those who are too sweet and tired of the morning to miss, Miss said no longer have.

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I do not revolution
Silence is all I can give
The biggest sound
The square passed me
The crowd passed me
Flag falling
Again, they're going to take the wagon
Turn back the pumpkin.
Praying for the Blue sky and
A green Tree
Under the sun's rays
Become transparent
I'm not talking.

I'm not talking.
I don't say what I don't know.
I don't know what I'm talking about.
I don't take a gun.
Not playing the piano
The elephants have been here before.
And the wild geese are flying away

I don't know yet
What are you waiting for?
If the end
Before the war came
I'm still not telling you.
I want to be a king.
Or as a lamb.

--I don't revolution Xu Peifen

Silence is the greatest voice I can give. Why do people want revolution? It is because we forgive the world that it is not good enough.

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Miss is the Black Hand

Fold the spring into a thin night of rain
In the window, write down a whole line
A name in the distance

Until the Sun opened the edge of the page
You're coming.
To close me gently

--Miss Sun Zi comments

In the name of poetry 〉〉 how I miss you

What I have.
But just some love
Tiny Love.
Try to brighten up where you are
Trying to light you up
Some of the tiny love
If you don't believe in love
To you,
I'm just a useless person.

--The Useless man Lin Wanyu

〉〉 in the name of poetry if you don't believe in love, I'm nothing but a useless person to you .

To greet the holiday afternoon dry sunshine
I clean the room.
Remove the windows and open the bars.
Please bring the park across the room.
The wind gives me a bright breath
The grass climbed over the window and spread to the light of the room
A long absence, a beautiful life

The girl hiding in the stereo
The song is very high
The music has just passed and the tables and chairs are still rolling
The curtains are wiping out the taste of summer

Rag Doll pick up the remote
Comb the messy hair of the tablecloth one by one.
Floor mirror shows the color of chest cleansing
The bed was no longer on tiptoe.

Beautiful weariness begins to accumulate
Just hug the quilt first.
Don't close the window.

--Li Juncheng, cleaning

Early, this weekend, we'll sleep again.