"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.
Are you looking up at the sky today?
The sky, is it far, far, or is it near?
What does it look like, cloud?
What's the smell of the wind?
A good day, what kind of day?
"Thank you" for such a remark,
Did you say so today?
Out the window, by the roadside,
What is it that catches your eye?
A spider's web, full of raindrops,
Did you ever see it?
Through the oak, through the beech trees,
Have you ever stopped?
The trees on the street, do you know their names?
Have you ever thought of them as friends?
When was the last time you gazed at the river?
The last time I sat on the gravel,
What day is it to sit on the grass?
"How beautiful!" said the man. 」
What is it that makes you can't help but exclaim?
Can you say the seven favorite flowers?
In your mind,
Who, can be called "us"?
Have you ever heard the sound of birds crowing?
In the Twilight,
Have you ever prayed to the western sky?
How old are you when you like yourself?
In the years to come, can you get better?
The word "world",
What is the view in your mind?
Here and now,
Listen, what do you hear?
Silence, what kind of voice?
Close your eyes tightly,
What did you see?
Questions and Answers,
Which one do you need at the moment?
The things that have to be done,
Do you have a decision in mind?
What do you want to do most?
What do you think is the material of life?
For those of you who you don't know,
And the people who don't know you,
What do you think happiness is?
In this age of contempt for language,
Do you still believe in language?
--long Tian Hong's first question
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Let's count from one to 12,
Then we all have a quiet.
Let's give it a try, on Earth
Shut up, don't speak any language,
Quiet for a second,
Must be the moment of marvelous,
With no haste, no locomotive,
In the momentary uneasiness,
Let's tighten up on each other.
--Excerpt Neruda (Static)
Enjoy reading, give yourself a quiet space
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Walking on the road, someone else's eyes who I am
Time is a one-way line, I achieved who
The month of the day is short
Who I've met, who I've missed.
Originally, this is the sentimental season,
There is, who makes you forever
Maybe it's all just a kind of stealing
Constantly, repeatedly copied and repeated
Where do I go to find my own trace
Where to go, to leave traces of their own
--Chen Bailin the sentimental season
Sell the spots on your soul.
Sell your rust.
Sell Your rotten heart.
Sell your fear.
To sell your sorry eyes
Selling your mistakes.
Selling your lies.
To sell your deep sigh
Selling your betrayal.
Sell your scar.
To sell you to the intact.
Sell to your happiness
You dare sell it.
I buy them.
-Sun Dechin, some shadows afraid of the dark
After I send you away
Not seeing any of the later
It's not the same.
You leave the world with no matter
is closer than today to tomorrow.
Who treated you in a deep, underground lake?
It's not going to fill the dirt.
The water's gone.
Nothing but all the things
The bridge is in front of you.
Break Fall I'll forget myself
You know, that's good.