焚九歌用以炼情
　　燃内篇据以炼性
　　炼性情之为剑者两刃
　　而炼剑之後又如何 就
　　炼炼火的自己吧
　　
　　炼自己成为容器
　　不再是自己而是
　　大实若虚
　　此所谓炉火纯青
　　是容飞鹅即兴闯入
　　过瘾而不
　　焚身

　　她走进来说： 我停留
　　只能亥时到子时
　　
　　你来赠我一百零八颗舍利子
　　说是前生火花的相思骨
　　又用菩提树年轮的心线
　　串成时间绵替的念珠
　　
　　莫是今生邀我共同坐化
　　在一险峰清寂的洞府
　　一阴一阳两尊肉身
　　默数着念珠对坐千古
　　
　　而我的心魔日归夜遁你如何知道
　　当我拈花是那心魔在微笑
　　每朝手写一百零八个痴字
　　恐怕情孽如九牛而修持如一毛
　　
　　而你来只要停留一个时辰
　　那舍利子已化入我脏腑心魂
　　菩提树同我的性命合一
　　我看不见我 也看不见你 只觉得
　　
　　唇上印了一记凉如清露的吻

　　Do not robbed of my depression; the aristocratic gray;
　　Do not hand in the sun, rain curtains to visit me,
　　I do not love the red sun_set_ Stellaria, India to do my window grilles,
　　I live in my city, and be content with sadistic count day,
　　Do not pick my gratitude cited, although Chiguo you breeze black knight,
　　Westminster not to veil the fog, hidden lure overseas stars me:
　　You know, that noble gray ----
　　I do not want to leave, I cared, this beautiful home before execution.

　　Only through such plans, the west ----
　　Just blow out the candles so I have gone through
　　Just leaving a leaf not read the books in hand
　　While filling a room You An anti-India and the window of the faint.
　　As far as off-year floating Tong echo, like the fingers of the leaf light cover
　　King's Melancholy night by candlelight in the deep off the condensate in the fundus
　　At the moment, I was so spontaneously to remember that the time young
　　Hey, that time, love Qian's come through as westerly winds.

　　Downhill slide over the sky, I turned out the light of the meteor
　　Are the cool earth by night rain, to catch a ride the way to go gambling
　　Life to be thrown, such as rain, stir in the night's fog on the lake
　　Enough, life is so short, so short a gorgeous actually!
　　By chance, I win, and creation from the fan's design bureau in Fairview
　　After all, is the day, such as needles, drag the lighter color first thick line after
　　Between pick ups and downs that anti-embroidered proud of my light and dark side
　　Well, life is so fast, actually speed up so peaceful!

　　This is the former residence of the garden, stone steps to the
　　Destroyed the temple of waste
　　Who you do the same tonight? And with
　　Uninhibited from the wind and rain, to the years from the memory of suppression
　　The amount of the new hall has dipped from, and Where
　　The Duodie our old oil-paper
　　I'm amassing to conclude that we need to maintain trading dialects
　　Futon with petals that even before the legislation
　　Or the laughter to stop unexpectedly
　　Ah, you have a stranger who, with the wind and rain to you tonight
　　Waste of my heart from the four corners of the buildings have cornices Zhang
　　Thin wings of the iron railings that hung, you have to gently shake
　　Gently, ah, that was my dream tentacles

　　Convergence of the silent, one by one in February in the rain
　　Is the Xiaoqing River arm veins
　　A vortex ring, blossoming to jump out
　　You drive south out of the window, the heart of the four AV
　　And I end ----
　　I was too busy to kill, dust off the seat sub-perennial
　　Open to every corner of Tanzania, one by one to place your furnishings
　　Ah, that is your small handmade furnishings
　　Leisurely to put in, and that the two Zhaixin homes, and that eight AV

　　Three thousand years of wandering
　　Eventually goes off to fulfill the peak in the West
　　The door has that sound scattered over her Shouhuan
　　Who returned the first-order
　　Who alms along the back of each star
　　Is heard a male voice chamber Canggu
　　Dingling in the lead sounded exhausted
　　Anyway, have also entered the gate and later a
　　And read some of crossing a number of drinks some pecking
　　Reflection and re-Fan Shen
　　Seven of the world six times that
　　(Ah three hundred forty wonderful word Tuo Luo)
　　Late the first day of class to start in Nianxiang
　　Wooden fish swim with the tongue at the end of the Lotus
　　My soul
　　Be neither too familiar nor too distant

　　Young married woman who is the former home of sedan chair
　　Shiver down the alley door deep willow
　　Wei Yan Yan curtain rolled up an appointment with the wedding day an empty church
　　Is like a stack of records and not turn dizzy in the afternoon
　　Ah Yan Yan circle around it laughing language
　　The disclosure of the mountains the snow is still the old-year-old winter clothes
　　The cloud is still more uphill ridge ... ...
　　Wing of the way the non-news
　　Helplessness when Mei Xiang Zongchenrixie
　　To push the quilt from the wife has a sense of loss dearest friends
　　Yes I still have not put a desk stuck good kite ... ...

　　Drunk River Basin (a)
　　Bagpipes, said men in the number of childhood
　　Bagpipes man
　　Get wind of the bamboo with the whole city
　　Although they grew up loving to sing the same song
　　The throat is sad
　　To flow through the years Qiqiyiai
　　That loss of the two sides are waiting for spring plowing and winter with the Pan
　　The notes of a broken river splashes
　　Upstream of many stalagmites breath flowers blue bell
　　The lower than much better than the rustling
　　The cry of good horses along the river
　　Remembered childhood love to sing that song
　　Sad days Qiqiyiyi to flow through the throat
　　Flow through the strait without plowing
　　The two sides agreed ah still dedicated to the Virgin with
　　Drunk River Basin (b)
　　They looked at the empty cup every night
　　(When the brothers had _set_ off on the drinking wives really like it!)
　　Yes, on the pleasure boat is slamming
　　Start of the
　　Marriage on the masts that stand in the sixth
　　They looked at the red candle every night
　　(When the brother who is deceased and who has been regarded as wives ni!)
　　The whole basin is a brown plant growth
　　(I am similar to a lamp post wrapped in so!)
　　Then they let the wind swelled the black cloak
　　The magnificent city as an earthquake
　　Ah the night they pay very slow very slow neck and nailed to the cross on it

　　远处的锚响如断续的钟声
　　云像小鱼浮进那柔动的圆浑……
　　小小的波涛带著成熟的佣懒
　　轻贴上船舷，那样地腻，与软
　　渡口的石阶落向忧邃
　　这港，静的像被母亲的手抚睡
　　灯光在水面拉成金的塔楼
　　小舟的影，像鹰一样，像风一样穿过……

　　Wandering too long, I want to go back out
　　As if all that I do not belong here
　　I want to take off the headlight hanging long
　　Off the signal range in the final
　　I want to go back out ... ...
　　Will sail each Pianfan
　　Sipei West Gulf (Note)
　　Tired of the sun as
　　Landed there, I know
　　Each will stoop to kiss cloud
　　Miluo river Zhu, the same as the clean and shallow water vortices
　　No spin there ... ...
　　I want to go back out
　　Days of the empty seats corner has faint
　　We welcome home the banquet with Constellation
　　Withheld clouds and sails in place
　　I raised the light will be there ...
　　(Note) Sipei West Bay: Shelley missing at

　　We are at the end of love ah, like rain,
　　Our opinion is silent at the end of car.

　　Suite frontier fort of residual
　　Guarding of people have owned, leaving
　　Residual frontier fort
　　See the nineteenth-century prairie ah
　　Today, the dunes an ... ...
　　Palpitation and eyes open arrow
　　Hanging over the horn of the nails
　　Was dusk and the boots polished look of return
　　Shu floor stone pile ah
　　Everything old
　　All cast sand the rust
　　Department of horse a hundred years ago the local hero
　　A century ago, where the sword warrior wear
　　Here I have to unload the saddle sadly
　　Ah no key lock history
　　My luggage did not sword
　　Dream it to a sonorous
　　Take advantage of the moonlight, I pass down the grief of the "General"
　　Since the strings ... ...
　　Ueno Suite of the two frontier
　　Who is this poet's trade passed down
　　Hang a light evening wrap
　　Ah, to the
　　Fate hanging in the collar of a camel
　　Wrapped in the eye with a lonely travelers
　　Who hung this lamp ah
　　Wilderness, the home of a hazy
　　Smile to see ... ...
　　There are songs where the low pine fire ah
　　A place where liquor lamb ah
　　Was wandering in the direction of the exchange ...
　　Shepherdess of the three frontier Suite
　　"That girl does not have to spend Rong
　　That there are young do not gallop
　　Married girl wearing a flower
　　Junior gallop visit relatives
　　Hey
　　That there is no residual withered flowers
　　I have horses, but the bridge
　　Residue buried anywhere withered flowers ah
　　Yeah do not cross the bridge of the horse back ... "
　　When you sang me this song at the right time
　　I am at the end of a lazy mind
　　I am a Male end
　　Then
　　Evening has been heavy
　　Wine bag done ... ... o
　　Evening visitors of the four frontier Suite
　　Who is it to come here Chi
　　This is wrapped in an upright cooking marriage
　　And sleepy hazy Camel
　　You may be from the sand plains of Guke
　　Passionate and hearty
　　Border town of child
　　You may be banished with a look at the Anger
　　Drop the whip-like eyebrows
　　However, you have a gentle whistle ah
　　Gently
　　Lifted the heavy evening
　　Let me point come from the light
　　More like keep the geese
　　Suite of five river frontier
　　Shelter had defeated the generals at the end of tears
　　Shelter had lost business travel at the end of tears
　　Shelter too far tear disgrace of the demoted at the end of the
　　Shelter through the end of tears escape the Shuzu
　　River ah, I come today
　　I am, no tears to the bottom side of the trunk lying on your
　　Sand plains of the wind could not move you
　　You are heavy and sorrowful sigh acid
　　The next month, an iron-colored bars
　　So disheartened the earth even more lazy
　　I come from life, to go back to life
　　You come from far, far away to go back
　　Anywhere in the compilation of a list of songs to pick up our children
　　Yeah we at the end of songs, but also left lying on every piece of land ... ...

　　Night, the stars have all come to my roof tiles on the Kap Shui
　　I sit looking at the bottom, good deep well ah.
　　Ever since the skylight
　　As the body of ice and snow cover personally opened
　　- I could not help the North in the spring
　　The stars are all beautiful, share a cycle with the seven nights,
　　And that the South does a small blue star?
　　Chunquan water from hanging around in the walls of the
　　Cho-cho sound that has not been hanging vases.
　　Ah, the stars are all beautiful
　　The ring also see in a dream, only one name
　　That name, such as the water itself was ... ...

　　Bluestone in a small town, home to my mistress
　　I left her nothing
　　Only a stretch of gold chrysanthemum, and a tall window
　　Perhaps the solitude of the sky that came through
　　Perhaps ... ... but gold is good to wait Ju
　　I think, lonely and waiting for a good woman
　　So, I went, dressed in blue shirts to wear sub-total
　　I want her to feel, that is seasonal, or
　　The arrival of migratory birds
　　I'm not always home due to the kind of person

　　Rainbow after evening sky, and is declared like a peach
　　Is mount it in the chaos cloud, is written in
　　Trade winds on the calligraphy, I still exist
　　Recipient feel, remember that eaves drop intermittently read out
　　The end of the drum in the sound ... ... the sound of sun_set_ copper
　　Small window, like the mouth-mail
　　Many midnight sun, put my name title
　　(Is the question to know the wind coming from the grass inflorescence students now!) And
　　Jingzhe Cantabile, clear and bright like wine, but I
　　But the wire in the rain, the lazy like a pupa of the

　　Brown during the rainy season is a multi-plant,
　　It is suitable for soft quality textile fibers;
　　While large farming green is Tai Su a,
　　Who is willing to hang a brightly it?
　　A sun lamp! A moon light!
　　- Will not work,
　　Enlightening the time that the plant has withered.
　　There is always another way to cut to one, a weave of the rainy season,
　　I treat it as a veil to give your film,
　　Prime is a prime point, dim the point,
　　This is needed -
　　Every day, every day, you are too bright and sunny end of spring!

　　Side window
　　This little party the night sky, as blue treasure, there are shiny look east,
　　Persians had made me. When I decorated the bottom of the crest as before, those who have slave
　　Wipe off, then play it taught me to have buried the idea. Eyelashes as long as the whole family cozy up my end of it
　　They buried played. It will be the tomb of the faint blue palace corridor, I was slave portable
　　Who come out one step at a kiss.
　　Round window
　　This is a small part of clear sky, is pouring a magnetic, plate-like always see Sheng
　　Then a cloud. Single meal preferences, is a teenager thing. Hey! I
　　Looking forward to the night; night, the empty wine glass there, who appears in the plate
　　... ... Those who do not love walking in the slave are always obese.
　　* Word window
　　I am the God of the south face, bare arms winding yarn about the night. Thus,
　　Hang the stars in the wrist is my slave.
　　Slave of God, there is a name. Take one, forgot one, sometimes call
　　Wrong. Sometimes, they embrace the extremities in the window, so that they turn, windmill-like manner
　　The words to say by principal.

　　四围的青山太高了，显得晴空
　　如一描蓝的窗……
　　我们常常拉上云的窗帷
　　那是阴了，而且飘著雨的流苏
　　
　　我原是爱听罄声与铎声的
　　今却为你戚戚於小院的阴晴
　　算了吧
　　管他一世的缘份是否相值於千年慧根
　　谁让你我相逢
　　且相逢於这小小的水巷如两条鱼

　　At this time, our port is silent
　　Proboscis pointing overhead cranes days
　　Is like a giant horse like horse feed
　　The falling of stars if the sky For real
　　Lift up your heart light worry that sailed the sea level wind
　　Is making a small tidal port of thousands see our fenders
　　All the boats you will not see their names
　　And you are familiar with all the lights that
　　Each lamp is like a past, a love
　　At this time, our Hong Kong really has been quiet. When the wind and light
　　When the light wave of worry and the past, when as little
　　You will love walked past, like I do quietly
　　Through, which is a beautiful bend of the fourth Pier

　　琉璃的三界 盆景盒儿般的碎了
　　结伴而去的幽 散为随缘的禅
　　关不住的长睫 翼一样的翩翩
　　而冰质的蓝 溶作紫竹的朝露
　　禁不住的　瞳 如索食的啄－－
　　在南海我们竟是一阵鸽
　　春风乃是哨音做的
　　
　　远山覆於云荫
　　人鱼正围喋著普陀
　　挽＊而涉的群岛在海峡小憩
　　一切皆缘春天而起－－
　　在南海我们竟是一阵鸽
　　两脚系的书 是观音捎给丈夫的

　　台北盆地
　　像置於匣内的大提琴
　　镶著绿玉……
　　裸著的观音山
　　遥向大屯山强壮的臂弯
　　施著媚眼
　　向左再向南看过去
　　便是有著沉沉森林的
　　中央山脉的前襟了
　　
　　基隆河谷像把声音的锁
　　阳光的金钥匙不停的拨弄
　　在云飞的地方
　　我也伸长我底冰斧
　　为那七彩的虹弓缀一根弦
　　而这歇著的大提琴
　　却是事间最智慧的词令者
　　对偶来的人，缄默——。

　　I do not have to suspense
　　I'm in the mountains ... ...
　　Cloud from the sea
　　Said that the silence of deep sea
　　The wind from the sea
　　That is too vast sea of laughter
　　I am a man from the sea
　　Wave Hill is solidified
　　(No longer believe the news of the sea)
　　I return the end of the heart
　　Not flowing