"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 digesting sadness, leaving a monologue for life, every week this time, I long for you to leave a time for yourself, the absence of the reality of the turmoil, women fans only read poems for you.

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Remember the early years of my youth
All sincerity and sincerity
To say a word is a

Early in the morning to the train station
The streets are dark without pedestrians
The bean-milk store is steaming

The color of the past becomes slow
Cars, horses, mails are slow
Only enough to love one person in a lifetime

The old locks look good, too.
The keys are beautiful.
You lock it, you know it.

--The old slow wood heart

I think we just love it a little bit slower

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Learning to enter a complex world
Only to find that in fact
So simple
Some people think that apples are for food.
Some people think that Apple is a symbol
And some people have no apples to eat.
Some people try to squeeze other people's flesh, hair, youth
Some people only care about their own soul.
And some people have nothing to squeeze, but also want to give others
Some people are writing history (though no one reads it)
Some people only care whether they have been written into history (though no one reads it)
Some people never enter the history

--Simple world Hung Hong

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Meet a small seaside town
Spend the night without leaving an address
respective he went. Three years later
Three years by novel narration
The discarded
They don't know who they are.
Déjà vu in a different story.
To meet
One question: Who are you to look cold and weary
I just know that the sweater I'm wearing is off the line.
As long as you pull that line.
I'll be gone.

--to be elsewhere Xiayu

As long as you pull that line, the farther away, our story will disappear.

Baba is alive, fetching water and cooking every day, taking medicine on time.
When the sun is fine, put yourself in, like a piece of tangerine.
Tea rotation drink: Chrysanthemum, jasmine, rose, lemon
These beautiful things seem to take me on the way to the spring
So I hold the snow in my heart
They are too white and too close to spring
If I send you a book, I won't send you poetry.
I'm going to give you a book about plants, about crops.
Tell you the difference between rice and weed
I'm telling you, a weed is scary.

───〈 I love you, Yu Shuhua "The Rickety Earth"

I just want to save enough love
Enough gentleness and cunning to
I wake up to meet you
I'm just trying to save enough pride.
Enough loneliness and indifference.
Woke up you were gone

--Xiayu hibernation

You know I'm good at waiting.