Zhu Yan
　　Throughout his life,
　　He likes
　　Reading by candlelight
　　He often hands
　　Passing Zhu Yan,
　　So he convinced
　　He is still alive,
　　He is alive.
　　Since his death,
　　His side
　　Leave a burning candle,
　　But he hid his hand.
　　(Rollo translation)
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　　Life Like
　　This is good to live down
　　A place full of vitality
　　And constantly beating heart
　　Placed a time
　　This is good to see your own hands
　　On earth
　　If the small garden
　　Apple handles the above effect
　　This is good, love the earth,
　　Moon and the sun
　　Like falling in love
　　Unparalleled in the world of relatives,
　　This is good to the world
　　Dedicated to the memory
　　As the flash of the cavalry
　　Luo his black horse,
　　This is good. So that the "woman", "children" of these words
　　With a capacity of near,
　　And to the floating continent
　　As the coast,
　　This is good scratching paddle
　　Visit Soul
　　To avoid a sudden close
　　Frightened soul.
　　This is good, under the leaves
　　Understanding of the shadow,
　　Well the years was
　　Climb naked body,
　　This is very good, accompanied with bitter black blood
　　Into our blood
　　Star with the patient
　　Yellowing its silence,
　　This is good, with these words,
　　They move in mind,
　　This is good. People who choose not so beautiful
　　As they prepared a feast,
　　This is good, feel that life is short
　　Not pleasant,
　　This is good, shut it
　　This poem.
　　(Hu Xiaoyue translation)
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　　Portrait
　　Mother, I do not understand how people find that the deceased,
　　I lost my soul, it's fair face of those obstacles,
　　Jing thorn that it and its between those eyes.
　　Help me on the lips from those dazzling startling vision of the buildings
　　Come back to my line in,
　　Help me to be silent now,
　　Isolation that many of our actions, and many cruel hounds!
　　I deign to silence you babbling formed,
　　Shake your soul in the branches of an albedo.
　　Ah! In your photo,
　　I even do not see what your eyes to the side of the float.
　　However, we, your portrait and myself. But together,
　　So to not be separated
　　In addition to no one that we passed
　　The secret place
　　Our pace is similar,
　　We are wonderful to climb the hills and mountains.
　　Those slopes in the hands of the injured, as no as to the game
　　A large candle night flowing, sputtering to the dawn of the face -
　　That's a heavy day from the dead middle of the bed up,
　　Half of suffocation,
　　The dawn of the delay could not recognize himself.
　　My mother, my grim talking to you,
　　I have said harsh words to the dead, because we should
　　Standing on the roof of slippery,
　　Hands on both sides of the mouth. And with a tone of anger
　　We want to neutralize that isolated living and the dead
　　Deafening silence, and speak to them grim.
　　I have a few pieces of your jewelry,
　　Like the river flowing down from the fragments of winter,
　　In doing this there is "impossible" Prisoner of the moon
　　Got up and trying and trying again fails
　　Collapse of the night,
　　In a box at the end of this shining night is your bracelets.
　　This land is now so weak you me, once was so strong to you,
　　The two of us are so firmly nailed together, actually should be the same die,
　　Like the blind in that the fish began to
　　A dazzling horizon
　　Hinder each other in the Atlantic Ocean to swim underwater
　　Another quick fix to play the two and a half drowned sailor
　　Because you was me,
　　I can look at a garden and do not want something else,
　　You can choose between one of my eyes,
　　I can go to Reception.
　　Maybe now in my nails, the
　　Still have your piece of nail,
　　Between my eyelashes still a sheep crowding forward to your eyelashes;
　　If you mix in a heartbeat in my heart,
　　I will recognize it in that some of them between
　　And I will remember it.
　　But the mind smooth and very prudent
　　I peered askance
　　Twenty-year-old whom I weep,
　　Your heart is jumping it? You have no heart, and
　　You leave my life, as if you are as your own sister.
　　What Dounong you do not abandon the old is that piece tunic,
　　It has a very gentle way into the eternal
　　And changing the color from time to time, but I was the only want to know.
　　Cicada brass, bronze lion, snake belly clay
　　What is not here live it!
　　The only life in the surrounding
　　Is the sigh of my deception lies.
　　Here, in my wrist
　　Mineral is the end of the pulse of the deceased were
　　It is closer to the body
　　Cemetery when he heard the kind of formation.
　　(Dai translation)
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　　Endangered whisper
　　Do not be surprised,
　　Close your eyes,
　　Until they become
　　Real stone.
　　Let the children danced the heart,
　　Even though it will eventually stop,
　　It will slope in the hidden
　　Beating, for it yourself.
　　Hands will be stretched
　　Their boat in the cold
　　The broad forehead
　　As the two armed forces
　　A Kongkuo place.
　　(Rollo translation)
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　　This is the noise of the sea ... ...
　　　
　　This sea of noise, we are there,
　　Puff hair is a familiar sea of trees, and
　　And that dark horse into the sea, until the shoulders wet,
　　Elongated neck as if to drink sweet water,
　　If it is to leave the sandbar,
　　The myth of the horse into a far
　　And that flock together 悠游 foam,
　　And that pleasing mix of wool,
　　Word: into the sea son,
　　Eat seaweed, in that the deep sea.
　　But it must know how to shore to wait time,
　　Until you allow yourself into that sea waves,
　　It hopes in the inevitable death, the
　　To its head once again falls in the grass.
　　(Rollo translation)
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　　Forest
　　　
　　In an old forest,
　　A tall tree was felled.
　　A vertical void
　　Tremor, the formation of a tree trunk,
　　In that fallen tree.
　　　
　　When It also rustling,
　　To find it, find it, birds,
　　Remember that high in years,
　　Where your nest.
　　(Rollo translation)