I leave these walls
　　I leave these walls
　　I painted above the blood -
　　It was a brutal massacre.
　　I flew over the city at the moment
　　Not as a Chagall bride
　　Her side is her bridegroom, who violinist
　　And I was like a nightmare with wings
　　With a biography of the whole dirty feathers.
　　Perhaps I should have left
　　Alone before being killed,
　　People were felled indiscriminately felling ax before
　　Let cannibal siphoning off brain before
　　I may -
　　But who knows put a limit?
　　We wait, we are always waiting,
　　Haste the day gone, life rapidly away;
　　Black worms dig their channel
　　In our bones: in our eyes
　　The milk has soured during the day
　　Swelling of the tongue of our love like a scolding of the mollusk
　　But, behold, I had left the house that the Holocaust
　　Now I am a nightmare of a bird;
　　Everybody hears the voice of my wings,
　　No one can recognize me.
　　(Cui Weiping translation)
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　　I wrote almost all random
　　All to threaten me.
　　I call a seagull
　　Its shadow will be to cover me,
　　It is the shadow of mouth through my head,
　　Visions of a bloody flowing on my face.
　　"Hunger" will overflow my eyes
　　Melt my entrails
　　As for the "goodbye"
　　It uprooted my love
　　Open my arm
　　The results of everything fall to the ground
　　Writing them, I want them free
　　But they only know how to capture and swallow
　　Only when the killer was when they did the liberation of
　　They do not believe the lives of other Poems
　　(Cui Weiping translation)
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　　Rabbit
　　Rabbit
　　The invention of the kind of scream
　　Induce sympathy for hunters
　　Although the hunters or the dog
　　Never been scared away
　　Not to pinch its body
　　Like a leather glove and hold the
　　With a body temperature of just
　　Rabbit
　　Just invented that scream
　　(More bold than it thought)
　　To face death
　　Rabbit
　　It's dramatic and funny scream
　　Is it only on the concept of a solemn
　　(Cui Weiping translation)
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　　Singing and bark
　　He slept in my bed like a big lizard, he said.
　　He said a lot.
　　He, like a honeycomb, full of golden color, buzzing sounds, will cut the words.
　　I use words to answer - they are combined, divorce, and composite,
　　They kiss each other, bite each other, they are singing and barking.
　　He said, I do not weight lifting,
　　Let me give you the breast, until exhausted, ecstasy ecstasy.
　　He was good at words
　　And give milk.
　　Believe me.
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　　Young vampire
　　Initially, the shy, his body wrapped around
　　My neck, to the wonderful melody volute,
　　I wrapped the case in the neck
　　The melody of the bracelet,
　　I almost lean on him askance,
　　Triangle ugly head
　　And his voice weak bones.
　　Then, the first bite,
　　I feel great comfort comfortable.
　　Then thinning in strange throat.
　　It becomes more pure colors
　　And the more I dig the more empty, as if to purgatory.
　　After that, I became very thin,
　　Wings are sitting tight on my neck
　　Sip, sip me.
　　The more rocking his wings more presumptuous,
　　His eyes burned like two letters
　　- But I dare not approach reading.
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　　Then
　　First heard crows.
　　And pigeons.
　　And then someone cleaning, twist
　　Cheap carpet, water dripping
　　The sink. Then
　　Wheels scream.
　　Tilt the wind. Then
　　Broom whisper. Sea
　　Towing. You hear
　　Afternoon Sky Gate
　　Rotate smoothly open.
　　Leaves begin to lengthy
　　Travel. You hear
　　Sleeping bird. Perhaps
　　Cat walk, cat
　　In her mouth, as she walked through the background.
　　Again and is a dove. Then
　　Water dripping sink. Then
　　The distant sea. Then
　　Autumn.
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　　Youthful memories
　　Alone in the empty sea.
　　I stand naked lonely beach,
　　Sea naked and empty.
　　A dragon-shaped kite flying,
　　With black heads and red eyes, whispering
　　The language of black and red paper.
　　Only that what he saw me naked,
　　Red and black in the summer of hands -
　　And he fled to the sun, to forget
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　　Kiss
　　Or even tens of thousands of times - who knows!
　　I have never counted us kiss ︰
　　My fruit, squirrels, carnations,
　　The river - my knife!
　　I can sleep in your mouth, dreaming,
　　There singing, die
　　Over and over again;
　　That mouth is a deep port
　　_Set_tled after a long journey place overnight,
　　Has been reached, but still want to it ... ...
　　They are the war - we kiss -
　　Heavy, slow, tragic loss,
　　Blood, sound, memory are all involved.
　　Oh, how I envy you drink the water,
　　You say -
　　Your blue ... sigh ...
　　Jealous of our mouths
　　Unfair separation!
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　　Remember
　　You have forgotten me?
　　I forget you?
　　I can not
　　Stripped of the memories from me.
　　I still lust for pain.
　　Why should I forget -
　　The anointing oil, as glossy -
　　Treat me good absorption, good radiation, the cells easily frightened?
　　I need your body's authority,
　　Like a tombstone-like pressure on me,
　　Bury me!