Momma? Momma? Some days, I feel different than the day before. Everyone feels different about themselves one way or another, but we all goin' the same way. You never know what's coming for you。 What if I told you that instead of gett...
As I Walked Out One Evening by W. H. Auden As I walked out one evening, Walking down Bristol Street, The crowds upon the pavement Were fields of harvest wheat. And down by the brimming river I heard a lover sing Under an arch of the railway: 'Love has no en...
黄青蕉:
艾小柯:
POPOEVER:
逍遥兽:
新京报书评周刊:
者:
爱哭的女王:
萨尔斯堡的树枝:
河淙与清风: