"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.

It's going to be too early.
It's too late.
It's not so happy.
But it's always been
The horizon and the Cape
Can't get rid of loneliness
I pressed too much.
Everybody's tired.
It's not a great compliment.
Think of the face book on Love and Praise
You're not the one to blame for the crowd.
Probably the same person.

Some things
Like a poem.
Will always get a little bit of praise
The more empty a thing
Dark Age
The more difficult it is to resist
Spectacular Group of Praise
As if the meteor shower ...
After the crash
Who still remembers
What happened?

Every one of your praises is so deep.
Good press, special.
In a place that no one else could.

--According to the Science of praise. Whales to the Sea

It's time.
While we're not paying attention.

Make a first kiss of the year
Become eternal
It's the kiss.

The rain in the summer night
A frog full of noisy gardens
Became a prince.

It was that night.
We suddenly read poetry.

Find the stars that are far away
There are tears in the original

Yes, after that.
I shed tears from my heart
Layer by layer and cover it.
To make an ordinary insects
Become Amber

A transparent punctuation mark marked with
That will never come again.

First kiss like
The Time of Eternity

--First kiss. Abu

On this ship.
Every seat
have been soaked
Hanging on each passenger
Raindrops on the eyelashes
and 1000 years ago
No different.
Can refract light.
The Rainbow

The wind and the Sun are the same
And they even-handedness through
All the cracks.
Even if we don't know it.

And our hair is erect
Because of the cold and the fear
We're afraid of losing
But I don't know what I
Have what

Even if you know our story,
has already been written.
Those that have been accurately calculated
Every dilemma
We fell into it.

According to the scale
Fall in tears
Wake up in the nightmare

We've been through every single pain
Like all this
True or False

On the river in the distance
To put on a layer evenly
The mist and fog of white yarn
Must be lightweight enough

Sober enough.
So we can know.
White yarn over us.

Even if we don't know why.
Life is a blessing

even know our story, have already been written well, we also believe that life is a blessing

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About Loving You
I've been thinking too much.
I wish I could be like a headless knight
Love you like that.

About Happiness
I've been thinking too much.
Any headless fly can
Happier than I am.

--The sleepy-poem Whales to the Sea

I wish I could not love you a little more.

Image source: Sophia Pope

Water flashes, happiness sometimes, anger sometimes
Tired of the occasional sigh of looking up
Imagine the blue sky is the ocean and we swimming swim
In broad daylight, or above
Who spilled a big net over time to let the clouds gush
Into smoke, in the warm palm of my hands
To make you lose your way into something beautiful, some kind of expression
The beautiful and floating mystery, stay here

--Excerpt to the Sea oath Lindayang

Some piece of sea, let me remember the side face of your gaze.

〉〉 through the shores of Europe to teach me in the name of poetry.

Image source: Michelle Rhodes