Space
　　Clear that the eternal irony of space
　　Careless beauty blossoming, the weight of weak poet
　　Unbearable, he through the grief
　　Barren desert, curse their talents.
　　Escape, close your eyes, I feel space
　　Guilt with a shocked look on me,
　　My heart is empty. Where to escape? What night of terror
　　Can fragments, Shuaixiang this sad contempt?
　　Fog, ah, rising Come on! To you monotonous ashes
　　And the ragged fog all dumped in the long
　　Marsh was flooded in autumn gray heaven
　　Build a huge canopy of quiet!
　　You forgot the river from the trouble dear
　　Along to find some silt and pale Arundo donax,
　　Never tired to use the hand, the bird
　　Malicious piercing blue hole one block.
　　There! Autumn is willing to keep the chimney
　　Smoke, carbon black, such as floating cell
　　Dragging the black mist terrible
　　Cover the yellow sky, the sun dying!
　　- Heaven is dead. - Towards you, I run.
　　Oh, material,
　　Let him forget the evil and cruel unnatural,
　　Share here in the martyrs
　　Happy people like animals lying lying bedding.
　　Now that I finally like empty brain
　　Throw in the corner of the cosmetics box
　　I can not dress up crying thinking
　　I would like yawning in the grass, sadly, the dark face of death ... ...
　　What is the use! Space wins, and I heard it
　　The clock in the singing. Ah, my soul,
　　Also out of the sound, and that victory even more abhorrent to me scared
　　It comes from or the active metal, dressed in blue bell!
　　It is through the mist, still as before
　　If a sword, piercing pain your instincts;
　　Useless in this fight evil where the escape?
　　I was wrapped around Fun. Space! Space! Space! Space!
　　Translation Baixiao Yue Fei
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　　Melancholy Summer
　　Sun, the beach, oh, the sleeping woman warrior,
　　Heat the water bath tired, your blonde
　　Sun to the aroma of your face hostility,
　　Also love spring and tears mixed with each other.
　　The white light and was reduced temporarily
　　Make you sad to say, oh, my timid kiss,
　　"We will not only ancient desert
　　And happiness of the dead lying under the palm! "
　　Your hair, it is a warm river, where
　　Chande restless soul of our indifference disappeared
　　You are not familiar with the die floats!
　　Red powder rinse your tears I will taste
　　See if it is to let your heart
　　Become as ruthless as the blue sky and stone.
　　Translation Baixiao Yue Fei
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　　Swan
　　Pure, lively, beautiful, it is today
　　Whether the wings flapping mad drunk, tear
　　This is the forgotten Kennedy Lake, a hundred frost the following
　　Not fly transparent glaciers, Health and hesitate at that!
　　Remembered his old swan
　　Was as heroic vitality, but now no hope of escape
　　Sterile winter because when the time to bring trouble
　　It is not long for heaven and earth sing as one.
　　This white bird painful
　　It denies space from prisoners,
　　It jitter body, but not to fly.
　　It is pure brilliance specify it here
　　This specter of a motionless, cold contempt into dream
　　Swan has a useless exile in contempt.
　　Translation Baixiao Yue Fei
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　　Sigh
　　My soul, the quiet sister, ah, flying to your forehead,
　　Covered with freckles dream of thinking that the fall in long,
　　Fly your angelic eyes, fluttering into the sky,
　　Like depression, the white fountain garden
　　Faithfully toward the space sigh!
　　- October compassion toward the pale sky of pure,
　　Infinite space in the huge reservoirs dejected mapping,
　　It lets the sun in the dead of yellow water
　　Dragging a long light, where leaves
　　The wind drift, draw a cold pear ditch.
　　Translation Baixiao Yue Fei
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　　Rejuvenation
　　Sickly, sad to put the winter early spring
　　Drive away, bright and clean in winter, when the uncertain art season
　　I was depressed the blood vessels in the body to dominate
　　Unable Shenzhuolanyao, the name of a long yawn.
　　Pale, cool evening in front of me
　　Hoop old tombs in detention, such as my head
　　Sadly, after my dream of roaming in the dim,
　　Marching field, a vitality in the waves that
　　Then, I am unable to fall into the trees and, weary land,
　　Face to dig a cave, to install my dream,
　　I bit the warmth of the earth grow cloves,
　　I blankly, waiting for trouble rises ... ...
　　- The space on the fence with a smile, there are
　　Many woke up the birds chirp facing the sun.
　　Translation Baixiao Yue Fei
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　　People ringing bells
　　Pure in the morning, the atmosphere in the clear and deep,
　　When the bell came to, issuing crisp sound,
　　Drifting across the child's head, the children happily
　　They begin in the lavender and thyme in the Angelus,
　　Ringing bells on the head of the birds passing sun and swayed,
　　It is riding on the old bell rope tied to stone,
　　Anxiously humming Gula Ding Wen prayer
　　Heard only the distant jingling sound.
　　I was such a person. Alas! In the hope of the night,
　　I only have pulled that bell rope ideal ring,
　　Faithful wings playing in the cold sin,
　　Intermittent sound coming from the empty hole is!
　　However, one day, so I was tired in vain to pull,
　　Oh, Satan, I will move away the stone, and hanged.
　　QIAN Chun-Chi Translation
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　　Afternoon of a Faun
　　Faun:
　　Linzey the fairies, I would like them to eternal life.
　　How clear
　　They are talking about flesh-colored light and dancing in the air,
　　Air was sleepy bunch.
　　Could I love a dream?
　　I have a bunch of questions like the shadows of the ancient night
　　Ended with numerous twigs, and still is true the woods,
　　Prove that I devoted to my lonely self -
　　Alas! The ideal of a bouquet of roses the illusion of celebration.
　　So let's see ... ...
　　You may judge of the female image
　　Just live your vain desire to draw!
　　Faun which, from the most pure illusion, a narcissus
　　And blue eyes like Leiquan as cold flow,
　　Another of her control but endless sigh,
　　Do you think like a summer breeze blowing on your wool?
　　No, not this! In the quiet and sleepy fainting in
　　To resist the cool morning, he incurs the heat suffocation,
　　There is not any gurgling sound of water? Only my reed
　　The chord beams and trees; that only the wind
　　Swiftly out from the double-reed pipe blowing,
　　It turned into a drought in the rain all over her flute before
　　Do not move along the wrinkles the horizon,
　　This unit visible, artificial inspiration of the gas,
　　This is only the wind, quietly away back to heaven.
　　Ah, the shores of Sicily, quiet flooding
　　Vanity and the sun was my first to plunder the fire,
　　Sparks in full bloom under your default, and ask you to give evidence:
　　"While I was here in the hollow of the reed stems excised
　　"And domesticated it with genius, the distant green
　　'Shining Golden glory vine dedicated to spring,
　　"There was a wave of white animals, ready to rest,
　　Heard the prelude to the birth of a Reed leisurely sounded,
　　Flush a group of swans - no! Panic is the fairies
　　Run away
　　"Or into the water ... ..."
　　BBQ was all groggy,
　　Blind pursuit of so many who desire marriage as one
　　Why skills, can escape but not all fled
　　So I only taste the initial enthusiasm, to come forward to stand up straight,
　　In the ancient illuminated optical flow alone and
　　Lily ah! You have the most innocent one of them.
　　In addition to this sweet, nothing of their lips spread
　　In addition to a breach of trust to ensure that whisper softly kiss.
　　My chest (to testify Virgin) can be proved:
　　Where there is dignity mysterious wounds left teeth,
　　However, everything! The mystery of who to talk to this?
　　Only confided to the days of playing the dual reed
　　It is the feeling of apprehension turned to face its own,
　　In the long solo in the dream, dreamed we two together
　　Pretending shyness to the surrounding beauty teasing
　　Let the United States and our credulous song dodge each other;
　　As the melodious tunes of love to sing in general,
　　From the usual dreams, the pure waist and back -
　　I close my eyes, look to treat it closely follows -
　　Let piece of loud, unreal, monotonous line had died.
　　Ah, cunning reed, escape of the musical instruments, try!
　　You quickly re-flowering, you wait for my lake!
　　I am proud to noisy, it is necessary to promote long the goddess;
　　Still use the brush and color idolatry
　　Again removed from the shadow of their crony.
　　So, when I drain the grapes in the light,
　　In order to eliminate regret I pretended to disperse,
　　I laughed at this summer inflammation moxibustion days, to lift it
　　A bunch of empty grape skins of the grapes to shine blow
　　As one greedy drunk, I Perspective them until evening.
　　Oh, Linzey fairy, let us return to the changing billion
　　Blowing round:
　　"My eyes through Weicong, fired fairy neck,
　　"When they immersed themselves in the hot wave,
　　"Take over the woods as soon as Nujiao to throw to,
　　"So they are like waves of glorious hair bath
　　"Hidden man of the thrill of jasper and precious stones, Flash!
　　"I rushed to the scene; ah, I see in my feet
　　"The two fairy (because avatar is interlinked and emaciated II))
　　"Intertwined in the risk between the arms of sleep;
　　"I did not unlock their embrace, one seized them,
　　"This has been rushed into the shadows of hate bush light off,
　　"Here, Rose drain dry in the sun in all the aromatic,
　　"Here, our play day with the burning phase
　　Like. "
　　I adore you, virgins anger, ah, joy -
　　Canton, shy naked sacred music from the heavy load,
　　They slip, put my lips on fire escape
　　Trembling lips as lightning! Swig trembling body secret:
　　Her feet from the relentless, to shy of her heart,
　　Moistened at the same time abandoned their purity, -
　　I do not know the tears that is fanatical, or indifferent to Lucy?
　　"When I am happy to take to the horrors of betrayal,
　　"My sin is solved the two goddesses
　　. Was locked in a clumps of entangled kiss;
　　"When I was about to make a fire of laughter
　　"Tibet into ups and downs of being a goddess of the wave,
　　(And looked after with one finger to another -
　　"That did not float to the surface blush of innocent sister,
　　"Would you like sister group of her passion has red white,)
　　"Unexpectedly to my fainting due to the death of arms made true,
　　"My prey would suddenly break free, take leave,
　　"Fickle, and without mercy lends drunk I cry."
　　With her go! Others will lead me luck,
　　To their horns on my head braids and tied together.
　　You know, my passion has been ripe and crimson,
　　Each pomegranate will burst and make the buzzing of bees,
　　In love with our blood that it captured people,
　　For the bees and the eternal desire torrent rolling.
　　When the forest dyed gold and gray,
　　Leaves a festive frenzy between the rise:
　　Mount Etna! Venus is precisely to look for you,
　　She _set_ foot on the heel of your sincere hot magma,
　　Sad dream more than thunder, and its flame gradually disappear.
　　After I caught a fairy!
　　Can not escape punishment ... ...
　　No, just,
　　Heavy body and the mind empty words
　　Slowly succumb to arrogant silence at noon.
　　Powerless, that we lay down on the parched sand.
　　Sign sleep, to forget the stupid things blasphemous,
　　I also love his mouth open, toward the star panacea wine!
　　Farewell, fairies; I will see you into the film.
　　(White fly translation)
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　　Sea breeze
　　Body really sad, alas! Also read the book rolls tired.
　　Escape! Only escape! I know seabirds intoxication:
　　Lakeshore no strangers into flying again!
　　No, nothing calls no, despite the ancient garden
　　Reflected in the eyes can never expect to reclaim our hearts,
　　Call it the sea to wallow in Mozambique, despite the solitary,
　　Night ah! Illuminates a clear cover of the empty white paper
　　Let the young woman clasps the child.
　　I'm going! Ship ah, adjust your planting mast Hangzhou,
　　Pull anchor, the opening to find exotic scenery.
　　A tired, the hope that the number of strikes,
　　Also attached to several parties last farewell handkerchief!
　　Can also perhaps, attract storm mast
　　Except for the same day will be the vitality and backward,
　　But not sail, and Wuhu in the island but not onions ... ...
　　But the heart, to listen to it, the sailors sings good!
　　Translated by Bian Zhilin