Why do I want to study corruption?

There are many "?" that shine like stars in my sky:
? : why do I exist like this and not that?
? : why is there love or hatred?
? : why are people selfish?
? : why is there war?
? : why do I ask?
.......
But, at this moment, i most urgently want to know:
? : why is there so much corruption?
What does it mean if a country is featured with widespread corruption? What does it mean if one or two government official is over millions units of money corrupted? What does it mean if one needs to be corrupted besides monetary motivation? What happened after a country is seriously corrupted for a long time? What is the worst consequence of corruption? Who benefits most from corruption and who the least?

Weiwenhua, I pray for your soul!

Weiwenhua, your life was vulnerable in front of the beasts, your soul shall live forever in the hearts of the kind...
http://jinzhuwo.blog.163.com/blog/static/262523752008098219981/ (Reference about the tragedy for Chinese readers.)

who survives Winter elegantly-the autumn leaves...?

we would have met in Paris, Barcelona, Montpelier...

--written long long ago

i and !

Tides of feelings flow,
in the ocean of time,
up and down,
left to right.

Isn't it just the same water,
meeting lighthouse's lights,
sun's shines,
over and over,
through the same darkness.

But somehow,
memory only keeps "now".

No one tries to change,
the size of the ocean,
no one tries to fill it,
with black or yellow water,
and any other color but blue.

The hardest thing is,
to change facing changes.

The girl is tired,
she lies down,
red skirts on white bricks,
yellow skin under blue sky,
black hair at pink cheeks,
with white smiles.

She looks to his direction,
with black smiles.
She turns to the other direction.
Will there be anyone, anything,
pick her up on his way,
or will she just wait, wave her smile,
hold herself up to her may,
to a season called, "sumtumn",
to a place called, "heavell".

She enjoyes these moments.
She suffers these minutes.
She tries to feel that,
the earth turns itself,
she tries to turn herself with.

She wants to chatch up,
with earth, then the sun, then stars...

tears for "galliano"

是那，微波的内卷裙摆，让我如此动心，
是那，迟到的一次错过，让我如此痛心。
从没有为了一条裙子哭过，
可是，我终究是哭了，
止不住，
也不知，
为何如此在意。。。

不就是一条美丽的裙子吗。。。
什么时候说不定就能找到一条同样的漂亮的。。。
还是无奈青春的即将逝去，
什么时候大概也就不再适合这么美丽的裙子了吧。。。