Horizon
　　Tropical summer waving spears,
　　Bored as big as bright as the evening.
　　Lined up in the shadow of a thousand solemn wilderness
　　Copy the illusion of the burden of my dreams.
　　The magnificent sun_set_ is purple mirror
　　Flame glass. It is the plain
　　Heavy investment dream to go to the old unlimited ... ...
　　I could hear my footsteps as Spurs ring oscillator,
　　Rebound in the blood-stained far West,
　　And more distant pure morning song.
　　(White fly translation)
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　　In the land of bitter
　　In the land of bitter
　　Dream of a road under the maze of fabric -
　　Winding paths,
　　Flower garden, dark, quiet;
　　Coffin in the crypt, climb the ladder stars,
　　Altar relief: memories and hope -
　　The sad old dolls -
　　Small humanoid smile off field;
　　Oh-friendly image -
　　Trails in the corner among the flowers,
　　Rose illusion
　　Marks the road into the distance ... ... ... ...
　　(White fly translation)
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　　Wilderness naked
　　Wilderness naked -
　　Yearned for the pale horizon howl
　　If a hungry wolf. Poet, ah,
　　What are you looking for the sun_set_ years?
　　The road is bitter. Road
　　Weighed heavily on my heart. Chilly winds,
　　Night is compelling, but the pain is endless
　　The Long! ... ... A white road
　　Stiff, dark, tree backwards;
　　The mountains are
　　Sun gold color ... ... ... ... dead poets, ah,
　　What are you looking for the sun_set_ years?
　　(White fly translation)
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　　Waterwheel
　　Dusk is coming
　　Dusty and sad.
　　Water in the singing
　　It's folk songs -
　　Slowly turn the wheel with
　　And one scoop.
　　Mule has a dream
　　This weakness of the old cattle ... ...
　　Accompanied by the sound of water in the
　　Dark rhythm.
　　Dusk is coming
　　Dusty and sad.
　　I do not know what the poet
　　Once soft sound
　　And the dream of water
　　Join the eternal
　　Runner of the bitter taste
　　And blindfolded
　　The weak and old animals! ... ...
　　But I know that a
　　Noble poet,
　　In the shadow of a heart
　　And knowledge mature.
　　(White fly translation)
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　　To the great zero
　　One when the "existence" and created a "no",
　　Went to rest, it merits a complete;
　　Day and night now have the human partner it?
　　People as partners with the absence of love.
　　People's thinking appeared: "Let there be dark!"
　　He put the empty egg aloft the universe,
　　No color, no weight, and no heat,
　　Just a mass of empty no real smoke.
　　This overall zero, empty sphere
　　You want to see it, we must stand,
　　Today, the human spine instead of the beast's back,
　　Now achieved a "no" miracle
　　Poet, a poem from the border wish -
　　To death, to the lonely, the forgotten, a toast!
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　　Nursing home
　　This is a nursing home, nursing home provinces of the old,
　　Recession of the big house, have made a black tile,
　　Brown swallow nests in summer has become the place
　　Only crows winter cold in the above number.
　　Its north gable, in the old castle
　　Between the two towers, which houses the destruction of
　　Cracks in walls, dirty walls, is a
　　Always gloomy corner of the old nursing home!
　　The first month of the sun sent a weak light,
　　Cold bleak day rolled down the field,
　　Sky near dawn, when a window showing accounts
　　Few dull sickly pale face,
　　Staring at the distant mountains purplish blue of the peaks and ridges;
　　Ah, gray sky. As if in a graveyard
　　Snow flakes pale, fell the cold earth,
　　Fall into the cold silence of the snow on earth, ah! ... ...
　　(Translated by Wang Yue Central)