For me, living is often thought
　　- W. H. Auden
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　　This is the echo of the day. I am trying to remember -
　　Who is the other pair of eyes, forgetting the
　　Breakfast table plate of sturgeon
　　The umbilical cord was discarded everywhere, the window was basking in the teeth
　　They whisper yesterday evening, eat flowers, such as Yao Yi
　　This is the echo of the day. Black flag fight the enclosing walls
　　The soldiers led the team with broken jaw, multiple into the diseased mice
　　Channeling down the valley from the nether
　　Alas, the days of the echo! Repeat itself terrible
　　His feet pulled out of my brains
　　This is a step constellation lizard, which is
　　Rose from the tomb in the soil
　　When the butterflies cry in the absence of flowers in the forest
　　Who's blood spattered on the crown of the gods
　　This is a one-eyed saint
　　Cornflower not come to her
　　This is the sheet
　　Construction on the sheets love
　　When autumn gold slipped from her nipples
　　I believe that at least one night a star higher than the French
　　Glorious day, starting from the echo
　　That is my name, in the mirror, exclaimed in the swab was swept
　　In the dark in the Yamen
　　And then immersed in history, the history of the rapids ... ...
　　II
　　Hanging on through the hawthorn
　　Ribs of the ladder, through the Arsenal back
　　A pear breathing hard through the drums kept the black veil
　　Those who never left the clock and month cards
　　Long list
　　Grinning in the moonlight of corn following
　　In the Mauser generous speech
　　Under the camouflage net in a pile of empty hair
　　Cactus and tired of the Bible in the inter-
　　Sorrow in the wind across the
　　Many piles of fair face, through the cross
　　Those white surnames
　　Through the good memory of Colonel S
　　Revealed to me; why the man with a bayonet
　　Program on the front in the buckwheat
　　Why the escape of his own soul, such as lotus leaf toad escaped
　　When the night in the cellar, the textile with steel
　　I do not want to load my fright, in the last days
　　I understand that this hate with the degree of cold
　　This is hidden in the silence of the dark
　　This gray long sleep, I end dismal sister
　　This is me, this new interpretation of the popular
　　Just as a ribbon on the shirt
　　They sold me dead ... ...
　　Between the shadow and the shadow
　　And contingency in between farewell
　　Was not there in my eyes, those hour
　　Grinning in the moonlight of corn following
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　　Such as voice to a song away, the children, a lead and took me away
　　Such as the murderous woman suddenly withdrew her tongue
　　Such as the meteor shower in the moment between the completion of flashes, I was finished
　　Ballistic side of autumn
　　Such as the night, strange blanket
　　Kiss at the beach with our guns separated
　　Such as the passage of the old flannel coat off, I took off
　　Drag the past with Huiying
　　And the children have a kite
　　Swing kids sitting watching clouds
　　The name of the child to travel cymbals
　　In the mother's will, the sun has left the future of his
　　Big kids cry
　　When the eyes the eyes can not answer that
　　When Yu Fan Aquilegia and walking on the grass in your chest
　　The time when the buttons get the victory, when suddenly lost
　　Soul, the small echo
　　Phalanx of wood is still
　　Plagued with moss, grass stems that are still
　　Rocking the night air, when the dawn is still on the rise
　　Since the hands of the bridge scene, a pale sun
　　Some flags, float and fall
　　Drop and float
　　Some of the uterus, empty and full
　　Full and empty
　　Scythe roared when the occupation
　　Do a silent silent carrion
　　I then submitted to recognize you naked every moment
　　Lick food in the grass between the forehead Heights
　　Alas dead, your name, the promise is that the beauty of blood on
　　This heavily upon layer of face up against, this broken jaw Corps
　　Alas dead, your name, the promise is that the beauty of blood on
　　This cold cry butterfly
　　This gray long sleep, I end dismal sister
　　Love in the low lying under the stars
　　Prayers in false pseudo-code augmented into the evening
　　Approached the city in your part of the new light
　　In my eyes, that hour is not there
　　I echo the heart, will never Xiuxie
　　Bolted to the May Showers
　　Shiru shoes passing by the high cliffs
　　Behold! Dancing girl who suffers from the disease
　　If this echo of the day, starting from the anxiety
　　Exclaimed the mirror swab was swept in
　　Others in the sturgeon dish pick up
　　In the dark in the Yamen
　　Thriller in the sheets
　　Dancing girl who suffers from the disease
　　A compilation of old feeling ... ...