Langston’s Cry
stirs the ash of dreams gone dry.
stirs the ash of dreams gone dry.
What can we do? We must live our lives. Yes, we shall live, Uncle Vanya. We shall live through the […]
风啮噬词，灰烬反光河流回溯自己，桥塌向两端 脚步踏碎影子影子困住脚步 夜收紧雨敲骨 手触空
Experts, metaphor and values in design
Go firmly to the windowand listen with deep emotion As someone long prepared for the occasion In full command of […]
“Life is never stagnation. It is constant movement, un-rhythmic movement, as we as constant change. Things live by moving and […]
Whistle and sing under its rein.
泽无水
马是什么马？ 剑是什么剑？
沿十一月初冬的风 回到一个秋天 我就站在高高的山岗上，大喊一声 就会有一只鸟飞起来 再喊一声，就会有另外一只鸟飞起来 可我喊的次数多了 那飞起来的就不一定是鸟了 叶子，尘埃 或者多年前，我丢弃人间的一块石头 他终于有了回音 (李伟)