In silence, the palms formed into mountains and sweat into valleys. Winding uphill, I am a horse tethered to your wooden house. Where the moon is dry and the horses are docile A five hundred year old rose Fold into two moonlights after exposure Sprinkle on me
Tell me a poem If you say you love life like you love me That is undoubtedly a lie I’m walking down your pale skin under your blood vessels Coaxing you that everything will be fine Tell me goodbye As the only survivor in the accident You insist you are the winner A winner You always have such a terrible roulette heart state Shallow and weak breathing in the sun You hurt yourself with a sharp knife I will get everything I want You shout And think that he is omnipotent Tell me a wish Not an expected answer This eagerness should not be called love
My body dissolves in the rain Leaving only a fiery heart The heart closes its eyes Don’t look at the blurry world Human beings are mainly composed of two parts: Unnecessary things and meaningless things There are even people who pray to God Give him a pair of wings God waved his hand for a while Rain divided into two parts
Autumn says goodbye to the season with fallen leaves How do I say goodbye to the past And sadness in a painful city Walk along the other side of the sun Forgot you are still at the end of time
No one looked at me Read yesterday’s hope Is becoming an affair, never In this season of illness A person, with deep and shallow memories Passing the dawn quietly
Maybe I should believe, It was just a grain of sand blown into my eyes by the wind Become the wettest part of my body Maybe, just every moment I pass by As soon as I turn around, I will see you beside me You believe my fairy tale about poetry and love Looking at Huang Chun hanging on the treetop
Did you reach out You can catch the like without color It floats around and covers my scarred hand Something flirty and shapeless As the wind drifts away The finely crushed Mai Jing kisses a star of his size They surround me Drown me gently in praise
It perches on a branch Conceived the most beautiful melody But there is more than one nightingale in the world More than a beautiful voice Suddenly thought Why not cut off your partner’s tongue Let this noisy forest Lonely for it Old enemies Have been obsessed with it The world becomes your ban Blood flows through the stage Only one kind of beauty exists This song is so beautiful Also creepy
Silent clothing, The street lamp outside the window bowed its head, The candlelight in the window shook brightly, Who are you waiting for? An airplane glides over the air, The wind brought news of who left, The candle went out, The street light is still on. The candlelight said to the street lamp, Your waiting is meaningless. The street lamp said to the candlelight, I just like the feeling of waiting.
Ambition will fuel him. Competition will drive him. But power has its price. It is the morning of the reaping that will kick off the tenth annual Hunger Games. In the Capitol, eighteen-year-old Coriolanus Snow is preparing for his one shot at glory as a mentor in the Games. The once-mighty house of Snow has fallen on hard times, its fate hanging on the slender chance that Coriolanus will be able to outcharm, outwit, and outmaneuver his fellow students to mentor the winning tribute.
The odds are against him. He’s been given the humiliating assignment of mentoring the female tribute from District 12, the lowest of the low. Their fates are now completely intertwined — every choice Coriolanus makes could lead to favor or failure, triumph or ruin. Inside the arena, it will be a fight to the death. Outside the arena, Coriolanus starts to feel for his doomed tribute . . . and must weigh his need to follow the rules against his desire to survive no matter what it takes.