Fusion
　　Happy in the body waves in my hands.
　　In a lovely face, I will watch the world,
　　Fleeting beautiful birds there,
　　There is no place to fly to forget.
　　Your appearance. Ruby diamond or hard,
　　My arms flashing sun,
　　Crater called me - the music from the heart with it
　　And you can not describe the sound of teeth.
　　I am going to die, because toward you,
　　Because I am willing to live in the fire, willing to die
　　Because I do not belong to the sky outside,
　　The atmosphere is hot, if I close
　　It from the inside of my lips baked yellow.
　　I watch your face,
　　It is dyed the color of love,
　　Your life and make it pure red glow,
　　I deeply appreciate the call of your heart,
　　I want to die there. Never live in the world.
　　Love or death. I want one of them,
　　I would like to completely die, I would like overtaken you,
　　Your blood, roaring magma,
　　It moistens the wonderful organs,
　　Enjoy life, enchanting fragrance.
　　Kiss on your lips slowly as a prick,
　　Fly away like the sea turned into a mirror,
　　Like the wings of the flash,
　　It is still a hand, is the fluffy hair on your stroke,
　　Is the crackling fire of revenge,
　　But whether it is fire or fatal sword hanging in the neck
　　Not make the integration of present and future demise.
　　(Zhao Zhenjiang translation)
　　-------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------
　　Has
　　Black, black shadow. An
　　Slow the tide. Moon impatient
　　Struggled, trying through the darkness
　　Since _set_ up their own bridge.
　　(Silver? They bridge,
　　When an exception to the former head-suspension bridge
　　Release from the mooring place,
　　The day slipped by. )
　　Now tear the light
　　Thick and dense shadow. Suddenly
　　Showing off their entire land
　　Open, silent, calm.
　　Damp the beam strikes
　　Ground, agile brilliantly
　　Moving rapidly away, like flowers generally
　　Clearly outline bloom.
　　Stretched out the earth limb
　　Her spacious cloak
　　The weight of the sweet
　　Hold up the flowers and fruits of the night.
　　The night is ripe
　　_Set_tlement was through the eddies of snow.
　　What will the thick juice
　　Into my hot hands?
　　It is precisely the expansion of crushing
　　Hard to do pulp color
　　Studded flashing seeds
　　Pour out.
　　I have red lips tasting.
　　My teeth into its soft flesh to pay.
　　I have a whole mouth full of love,
　　Full of burning flame.
　　Revel in the light, revel in the dark,
　　And the brilliant flash, my body
　　Extend its limbs. In a star on the walk?
　　Dian hand tremor through the toes to the sky.
　　Night in my body, I that night.
　　My eyes are burning. Tenuous,
　　My tongue is being born
　　The breath of the coming dawn.
　　(Chen Xiaotang translation)
　　-------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------
　　No, the stars
　　Who said sinking star
　　Carved with a kiss,
　　Flashes in the sky of happiness?
　　Ah, come down, my stars!
　　Here the grass, you
　　Will become a body,
　　Your light will become flesh.
　　I will eventually win you, the stars fall
　　In the rush of beating
　　Light of your blood or
　　Dedicated to my love.
　　Ah, never carved in heaven, where
　　Earth, humble, sincere
　　Waiting for you. A man in love with you.
　　(Zhao Zhenjiang translation)
　　-------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------
　　People sleeping
　　Charming night, in flocks of
　　What was that sound sweet to singing in the sky name?
　　Wake up! No shadows, no destiny,
　　Singing in the twilight of a moon or a groan, remembering you.
　　One is light pierces the sky by an ax chopped
　　Under the golden rain. No stars, a body with blood slide
　　Reveal a destiny in the call issued
　　The sky is always sleeping in the booming creatures.
　　Wake up! The world is its music. Please listen to it
　　Earth fly in the alert. Revel in color, desire,
　　Naked, no clothes, glamorous
　　Air Bacchae reveal the beautiful atrium,
　　Blue blood vessels, plump, flash.
　　Look! You did not see a charming thigh in advance!
　　A victory of the figure, a starry dress
　　Beat the blue planet, moist air
　　Re Fenfei squeak sound?
　　You can hear a call in the night? Ah, the people sleeping
　　Psalms of praise totally hear? Raised sweet wine;
　　Ah, dear stars, heavenly wine, will you
　　My lips will always be that you suck, my throat
　　Burning your wisdom, my eyes shining with gentle light.
　　Ah, sleeping people, dead people, people in the end,
　　Flashing through the night in my body, illuminate your dreams.
　　All the crazy to me, there you all the flash of lace!
　　But, no, you deathly silence, like a moon rock.
　　On the ground, quietly, no cemetery.
　　Screen off, feather, moonlight night
　　With you, not to bury people, flying in the air.
　　(Zhao Zhenjiang translation)
　　-------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------
　　Fire
　　All come with the fire
　　Passion. Light is lonely!
　　Look how pure the flame rising
　　Up to lick the sky.
　　At the same time, all the birds
　　For it to fly, do not burn us!
　　But people? Never ignored.
　　You are not bound
　　People, ah, the fire here.
　　Light, light is innocent.
　　People "never have not yet born.
　　(Meng-translation)
　　-------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------
　　Air
　　Favorably than the sea,
　　Than the broad, than the silence.
　　Light to high-altitude flying in remote deserted,
　　President may also be one day out of shape and skin,
　　You people are some of the land and everywhere,
　　But the air itself does not know who to live in people's chest.
　　Air is not memory, but it is immortal, for human spare no effort.
　　(Meng-translation)
　　-------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------
　　Picasso
　　1
　　Remember the old square, not long ago I remember
　　This child grew up in Liye Ge Malaga.
　　His immortal blue era
　　Like the blue water;
　　His eternal pink era
　　Originated in 吉布尔法罗.
　　Junior Pablo,
　　Melt in the sun
　　Hidden in the darkness
　　Welcome glow, sun_set_ away.
　　2
　　The child in the hands of the world,
　　Into a line,
　　He took a color of lightning.
　　He trod the dawn of the sea,
　　Big instruct, but also a long history of the sea than the ... ...
　　3
　　His sad eyes.
　　Face the reality of life,
　　He has always been faithful to life.
　　His blue eyes,
　　Watching the human catastrophe,
　　His cold flame
　　The world is burning.
　　4
　　His generosity in this world,
　　Angry looking, thinking.
　　He destroyed the walls and a light,
　　The beach all to see the sun.
　　Mengchui his fist down
　　Always depict reality!
　　5
　　An ascetic figure, "moaning, pain,
　　Among themselves that the bull,
　　Wailing sound of the truth revealed.
　　6
　　Malaga's Pablo,
　　Depression not in the red, green, white color, the
　　Not trapped inside the line,
　　Not trapped in the clay, kaolin, mud.
　　He wears it a colorful,
　　Is a fire, or earth?
　　He is constantly busy.
　　He rode a horse
　　In the Mercedes-Benz, in-depth investigation,
　　In the test, attention to life
　　A hammer, an eye, he depicts the world.
　　7
　　He played a straight body, his naked body tired.
　　He has a mountain to live,
　　Shoulder concernedly sun.
　　See, he faces thin, brown;
　　His hair was white,
　　But that is not snow, not gray;
　　His feet and has stained the sea weeds and mud.
　　His big hands in a flash
　　Grasp the world,
　　Now let go,
　　In the human face
　　Show a promising way.
　　(Far Hao a translation)
　　-------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------
　　Yesterday
　　The screen was yellow silk account
　　The sun is still gold for it, sigh it drift.
　　Breeze yesterday, shaking and creaking.
　　It is still in space, and people are thinking about it
　　Or wait and see. People who see it fall asleep in silence,
　　Because to see is a quiet or sleeping love.
　　Sleep, life, death. Silk curtain slowly creaked slightly,
　　What a fine, full of fantasy, "but I do.
　　It is the symbol of a thinker's image. In that place.
　　Breath for that - it is still dangling there.
　　Life slowly, bit by bit weaves a net.
　　Do not know it was alive. Once you know, he died.
　　(Zhao Zhenjiang translation)
　　-------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------
　　Sing birds
　　Dedicated to Maria Theresa 莎普里埃特
　　Bird ah, you caress the pure wings
　　Can not afford to brush my sad memories.
　　Your chest in the vibrato pure
　　How to express a clear passion for the lips!
　　Sing for me, flashing the bird,
　　You call in the burning forests to joy,
　　You sparked a bright smoked drunk
　　Accepted as flame stretch as your sky.
　　Sing for me, the birth of the birds each day,
　　The expression of your breathing with the earth's innocence.
　　Sing, sing, snatched away from me with a soul
　　Soaring it, do not return to the earth.
　　祝庆英 Translation
　　-------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------
　　Dedicated to a dead girl
　　Tell me, tell me your secret heart virgin,
　　Tell me your secrets buried underground,
　　I want to know why you turned to water,
　　Is the fresh river, where a number of bare feet in the foam with the waves washing.
　　Tell me, why do you loose the hair on
　　You are caressing the grass on it,
　　The sun burning or serene
　　In the lowered, slide, touch it touch you,
　　Breeze blowing away like a bird or a hand.
　　Tell me why your heart like a tiny jungle
　　In the ground waiting for birds can not fly,
　　This is the song in the eye children
　　Silently pass the time in a dream.
　　Oh, you, song Son, dedicated to a dead or living body,
　　Dedicated to the beauty buried in the ground,
　　You sing the color of the stone and kiss my lips the color of it,
　　Sing like a pearl in the sleeping or breathing.
　　The waist, which depressed the capacity of the weak chest,
　　This ignores the wind's flowing curls, this pair is only silence in the waves of the eyes,
　　The collection, as in the ivory teeth,
　　This array motionless subtilis breeze blew ... ...
　　Oh, you, happy sky, like a cloud-like movement
　　Oh, happy birds, you smile at the shoulders;
　　Fresh spring water, gurgling streams go, with the moonlight with your wound,
　　Soft grass, by the love of the pace stepped on it.
　　祝庆英 Translation
　　-------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------
　　Mirror
　　I look you in the mirror
　　Across the light, looking for
　　Your flesh and blood, oh, my dream
　　Image reject
　　True. I'm moving forward
　　Can not be touched by it, the cold
　　Water; only light.
　　Sadly Oh, my body
　　Figure your fog! More cold-Oh!
　　When the wings flutter in the shot in your deep,
　　Oh, the eternal traveler
　　Yi into the mirror!
　　Ying Son Translation
　　-------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------
　　Youth
　　Retention is full of sunshine
　　Looking at where? Eyes,
　　Looking at the white walls,
　　Desired end.
　　Walls, roof, floor "
　　Wisteria time.
　　My body wound which
　　My body, temperament, life.
　　To the end of the day
　　What a divine
　　Exposure! Wonderful
　　Bright, cheerful, happy!
　　However, the eye always
　　Closed. Body like
　　Ruins. Loss of roof cover this,
　　Also will be devoid of stars.
　　Translated by Chen-fu
　　-------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------
　　Occupy
　　The dark shadows, bradycardia in
　　Fullness. Anxious moon
　　Do strength, trying to bridge her
　　_Set_ up to shadow over.
　　(Of silver? This suspension bridge,
　　Once out of port,
　　Bold, high-spirited, across the day,
　　This will be felt. )
　　Now, the light has been torn
　　Dark shadow. Between mortal
　　The whole scene seemed so
　　Open and quiet, clean clear clarity.
　　Wet strokes cast surface
　　Moving, then the nimble,
　　So glorious, so simple,
　　Ek the floating plastic flowers.
　　View has been unfolding, and it's
　　One for no reason, no longer
　　Sweet component to maintain
　　Simple dark fruit.
　　Mature night, all
　　Pressure on the snowy night.
　　What thick juice
　　Give me warm hands?
　　It broke through the rich
　　Accurate in prison, the fierce
　　Sauce scattered throughout the
　　Seeds of nuclear, out veins.
　　My lips sucking it
　　My teeth deep Xinsui.
　　My mouth totally loved
　　Be filled in front of the fire.
　　Light absorbed in my body
　　Indulge in the night, in the light,
　　Extend the limbs, to step on the stars,
　　Shivered under foot heaven.
　　Night to me. I am the night.
　　My eyes burn.
　　Slightly, my tongue had
　　Growth of the taste of dawn.
　　Wangyangleyi
　　-------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------
　　Mine
　　Shut up, shut up. I am neither the sea nor the sky
　　More than the world you live.
　　I am a hot, anonymous hot rocks in the cold
　　Was imprinted in the sand pressed forward on the
　　When you understand the time, would guess that
　　Not iron.
　　I was on the ground floor sun, trying to break the land
　　Like a lone hand to open the cage
　　Proudly roared to the birds stampede.
　　I am a clenched fist, threatening sky,
　　Is also a mountain of dreams, no one moving in the sea,
　　But overnight, are like the water got off light
　　Without a trace.
　　I have a fish in the sunlight, ideal for fishing nets in the water pretend.
　　I am a mirror, self-care trembling shadows of the moon,
　　I'm a light eye
　　When the night closed with the clouds like a hand that I would self-extinguishing.
　　Well, let me go, to understand the iron is life assurance
　　Iron that is glorious, the glory from their own
　　It is not dependent on the soft geology, desperately digging.
　　Let me also raise picks, split the rock
　　Split that has not yet received its baptism in the face of water.
　　Here, on the shore like a blue so deep black,
　　When the lightning, mourning, or the mirror fell,
　　I go to erase the steel in the sunlight,
　　Anger, love or death, in-depth piece of ore
　　That mouth and teeth to crack out the moonlight.
　　Let me, yes, let me go dig, keep digging
　　Nests have been dug or soft warm feathers,
　　The piece has been dug sweet birds sleep, meat-like place.
　　There is also a day of love, Jinbi the sun shines on the outside only.
　　(Translated by Chen-fu)
　　-------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------
　　The square of life
　　　　　　　　　
　　Sunlight, exposure to the crowd,
　　Is so beautiful, harmony, trust, vitality, and deep,
　　Be wrapped into the ranks of people, encouraged by everyone,
　　Forward with the crowd happy.
　　Left alone on the shore,
　　Not the best, too lonely Lingding,
　　Weir or molluscs like to imitate the lime rock.
　　Was quietly dropped into pure and
　　Boiling happiness to it, to immerse, immersed.
　　He is like living in high-rise where they forget where they live layer,
　　I looked at him and the next step ladder
　　Bravely into the crowd drowned them.
　　The crowd moved to the injured heart sinking, still clearly recognizable.
　　There, who put these distinctions? Is full of
　　Hope, firm, sincere, frank and confidence
　　He is still so silent, submissive.
　　What a broad square, with the breath of all things,
　　This atmosphere facing the rising sun, wrapped in strong winds.
　　This is the hand of the wind passing over our heads,
　　It touched people's forehead, inspired them.
　　The crowd squirm coil contraction
　　Closely, such as a person, not sure it is strong or weak,
　　But it is there that can sense, covering the earth.
　　Among them, the people can see themselves, yourself and understand their own light.
　　Hot noon, but you alone, hiding in the attic,
　　To curious eyes, mouth hanging questions
　　Advantages and Disadvantages to find their own shadows.
　　Do not find yourself in the mirror,
　　Over the past remember.
　　Come down from the attic to look for the crowd to seek.
　　There will be everything, you dissolve them.
　　Go, go naked melting themselves to re-understand their own.
　　Like a beginning swimmer, as fear and hesitation,
　　But hopefully approached the water's edge,
　　Kicked out of a bubble in the first leg
　　Will feel the water rising, courage is also rising,
　　Finally will be determined.
　　But now the water less than waist, confidence has not been determined.
　　The arms outstretched, right,
　　Go myself into the water,
　　Demonstrate strong and courageous
　　Swam off the waves, accompanied by joy and confidence.
　　Potential in the water, your heart beating with children and the waves,
　　Side of travel, while singing, has become far more younger.
　　Is a Ah, the bare feet,
　　_Insert_ed into the boiling of life, reached into this square.
　　Calls you into the rapids.
　　Zheke little heart injury by a child,
　　It beat the rhythm
　　Hope to catch up with the same huge crowds the beating heart!
　　- From "The destruction or Love" (1932)