Tube pushed through the green flower stem force
　　Tube pushed through the green flower stem force
　　I pushed the green life, who destroyed the power of root
　　Is against my executioner.
　　I remained silent, unable to tell the down-and-roses
　　It is this same fever damaged the winter of my youth.
　　Spring force pushed pushed his way through the chimney
　　I have bright red blood; that the power of gossip dry creek
　　Make my blood clotting.
　　I am silent, not on my vessel mouth,
　　How to suck the same double lip spring.
　　Stir with a pool of water that a hand
　　Stirred up the sand; traction hand wind
　　Pulling my shroud sail.
　　I remained silent, unable to tell the people took to the gallows
　　My body is made to the gallows Officials talc.
　　Time lips like leeches sucking the source of
　　Love drip and pool, but shed blood
　　To soothe her record seizures.
　　I am silent, the wind can not tell volatile
　　How the stars carved around the time of a sky.
　　I remained silent, unable to tell the lover's tomb
　　My sheets are crawling around like worms.
　　(Translated by Wang Jian Zhao)
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　　Death is not invincible
　　Death is not invincible,
　　Xi Chen integration of the moon;
　　Bones are picked clean, and clean the bones disappeared,
　　Their elbows and feet will be the stars;
　　Although they will be sober but crazy hair,
　　Though they sink through the sea but will rise again;
　　Though lovers be lost, love is immortal;
　　Death is not well is invincible.
　　Death is not invincible,
　　Long tortuous spiral lying in the sea under the
　　They do not like the curl, like the winds die;
　　When the muscles relax in the criminal rack struggle
　　Although entangled in the wheels, but will not yield;
　　Faith in their hands would be broken
　　Evil unicorn-like piercing their bodies;
　　Even if destroyed, they will not yield,
　　Death is not a victory.
　　Death is not a victory.
　　Seagull will not be in their Shen Pan hear,
　　Waves slapped against the banks will not loudly;
　　The place has never Huazhizhaozhan
　　Another rain flower head blow Xiaoying;
　　Though they be mad, like the hard tumor usually dead,
　　A personal matter and reveal the head of the daisy leaves;
　　Break in the sun until the sun cracks,
　　Death is not a victory.
　　(Translated by Wang Jian Zhao)
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　　Bird hand signed documents
　　Bird hand signed documents ruined city;
　　Fingers killed five in power vitality
　　The world of the dead again to double the size of a country in two and a half,
　　This is a _set_ of five king king to death.
　　That only the hand of power tilt toward the shoulder,
　　Finger joints and stiffness due calcareous;
　　One end of a quill
　　Negotiations over the end of the massacre.
　　Manufactured bird hand signed the treaty, plague,
　　Machine move took place, flying locusts,
　　Bird with a scrawled signature
　　Rule of the human hand more remarkable.
　　Five the number of the dead king, but not comfort
　　Do not touch the forehead wound scarring;
　　Mercy rule, a hand hand rule days;
　　Hand no tears to flow.
　　(Wu Ningkun translation)
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　　When I could see the natural features
　　When I could see the natural features,
　　Fingers will forget gardening skills Note
　　Plants by half-moon eyes,
　　The young stars of the shell and the zodiac,
　　Love how the frost in the winter, like fruit, storage,
　　Whispering ears will watch love the drums away
　　Breeze and the shell along the beach towards non-harmonic,
　　Sharp tongue will cry with scattered syllables
　　Love love heal the wounds have been painful.
　　My nostrils would love to see the same breath as the burning bush.
　　My only noble heart in all the land of love
　　Have witnesses, they will be waking up in the dark;
　　Such as sleep comes on the spy blind senses,
　　Heart was affectionate, though five eyes are destroyed.
　　(Wu Ningkun translation)
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　　Refused to mourn the deaths of children in the Great Fire of London
　　Until the creation of human
　　Flowers and trees dominate the beast
　　Dragon in the darkness of all things
　　To silence the last ray of light flashed declaration
　　And that hour of rest
　　Restless under the yoke from the sea
　　I must once again enter the
　　Mellow drops heaven
　　And the corn's still Cathedral
　　I can pray for a sound shadow
　　Or being in the valley of mourning
　　To sow the seeds of bitter mourning I
　　The noble and heroic death of the child.
　　I will not murder
　　With the grim truth of her human counterparts
　　It will not come to naive
　　And youthful elegy
　　Trouble to paint the life obscene port.
　　London's daughter and the first deep hole buried with the deceased,
　　Her many friends and family did not wrap,
　　The eternal dust, the mother's blood dark
　　Near silence by the indifference
　　Endless surge of the Thames.
　　After the first loss of life, no another death.
　　(Translated by Wang Jian Zhao)
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　　Do not go gentle into that good night
　　Do not go gentle into that good night,
　　When old age shall sun_set_ burning roar;
　　Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
　　Although the wisdom of men at their end know dark grounds,
　　Because they would not carry out lightnings, and they
　　Do not go gentle into that good night.
　　Good people, when the last wave of the past, shouting their fragile goodness
　　What may have been brilliant to be in the green bay dance
　　Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
　　Violent men who caught and sang the soaring of the sun,
　　Know, but it was too late, sad the way they make the sun,
　　Do not go gentle into that good night.
　　Serious people, close to death, seen with the dazzling visual
　　Blind eye with joy can shine like a meteor,
　　Rage, Shu exclusion of the light.
　　You ah, my father. In that sad height.
　　Now with your fierce tears Curse, bless me. I beg you
　　Do not go gentle into that good night.
　　Rage. Rage against the dying of the light.
　　(Wu Ningkun translation)
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　　Jesus was crucified
　　This is the punishment section of the Peak,
　　Time nerve immersed in vinegar, the gallows of graves
　　Blood painted shiny like I cry bitter thorns;
　　The world is my trauma, God's Maria in sorrow,
　　As three trees that bend bent, like a bird breast
　　Long pin with a wound weeping woman.
　　This is the sky, Jack Christ, every corner of happiness
　　Forced by fate in the drive a nail in the
　　From our room until the breasts, from the extreme poles
　　Three-color rainbow snail wake around the world.
　　(Zhou translation)
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　　I see the boys of summer
　　1
　　I saw the boys of summer in the destruction of
　　The golden desert areas,
　　No barn placement harvest, the land of frozen
　　In the hot, the winter washed away
　　Stiffness of love, brought the girls
　　Upsurge in their drowned full of apples.
　　The light boys, the stupid person is more condensed,
　　Get acid boiling honey;
　　Frost the bread tree, finger bees;
　　They sun the cold, confused, dark thread
　　Woven into the nerve,
　　The signal moon is zero space.
　　I see the boys of summer in the body in the mother
　　Push torn uterus climate,
　　Separated by small thumb day and night;
　　In the depths of the moon in a quarter
　　And the shadow of the sun, they paint her mother,
　　As the sun paint their skull.
　　I see the seeds of change by
　　These boys will be molded into useless man
　　Or where to jump from the hot air get lame;
　　From their hearts, dog day love and light pulse
　　Slam to break through their throat.
　　Oh, look at the pulse of the ice in the summer.
　　2
　　Challenged or stagger in the season
　　Coordination of the moment
　　Where as death as accurate, we sounded the stars,
　　Winter sleeping there, a man spit
　　Black tongue clock
　　While she is not blowing in the wind back to the moonlit night.
　　We are the dark deniers, let us
　　Summer from a woman called death
　　Lover of life from the powerful spasm,
　　From the beautiful dead, he flushed the sea
　　Euglena shining bright lamp on the siren,
　　Scarecrow has grown from the womb.
　　Our boys of summer rotation at the four to the wind,
　　Iron like the green seaweed
　　Hold high the noise of the sea and shake off the birds,
　　Pick up the waves and foam of the ball,
　　Suffocated by its tidal desert
　　Combing the countryside for a wreath garden.
　　In the spring of holly through our forehead,
　　Blood and berries so high,
　　Playboy nailed to a tree of joy;
　　Here I love the wet muscle dry, dead,
　　No love here, the pursuit of breaking the kiss.
　　3
　　I saw the boys of summer in the destruction.
　　A man in his fantasy of the desert.
　　An alien boy and full of pockets.
　　And I am your father's a man.
　　We are the sons of flint and pitch.
　　Oh, when they pass through, look at both ends of the kiss.
　　(Baihua translation)
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　　I cut the bread
　　I cut this piece of bread was oats,
　　This wine was born in exotic tree
　　Has been drawn to the fruit.
　　Men during the day, night, wine
　　The crops low, grape joy.
　　This wine is the blood in the summer,
　　Puncture vine has been decorated with the flesh.
　　This bread,
　　Oats have been in the wind, joy,
　　Smashed the sun, lookout pulled down.
　　This chopped meat, which allows you to drink blood
　　Resulted in the blood vessels alone.
　　Endowed with oats and grapes
　　Sensual root and juice.
　　You bite my bread, you drink my wine.
　　(Baihua translation)
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　　I sleep together
　　I sleep together, it kissed my brain,
　　Let the tears of time hanging; sleep the eye
　　Toward the light, like the moon shining on me.
　　Good follow layout, and I fly along the people,
　　Fall into the dream or to the sky.
　　I escaped from the earth, the body naked; climb the sky,
　　Get away from the stars of the second level;
　　Where we cried, and I and another dead soul,
　　My mother's eyes shine in trees;
　　I have already fled the earth, and light if the feathers.
　　My father knocking the ball round frightened and chorus.
　　We walk the land is your father's land,
　　We walk this land under a group of angels
　　Their wings in the face of fatherhood is so sweet.
　　These are people dreaming, breathing and dying.
　　Withered, the specter of my elbow, her eyes
　　Blow angel, I lost in the clouds coast
　　Close to the tomb where the shadow of nagging;
　　I put these dreams were blown to bed,
　　They continue to sleep, I do not know soul.
　　All active substances in the air
　　Raised his voice, in the words on top of climbing,
　　I spell my hands and hair illusion.
　　What a light stick in the mud to sleep on the stars.
　　How deep, wake up from this cloud over the world.
　　A long time that the ladder of high rise to the sun,
　　Ring or loss of love, until the last.
　　The blood of a person begins to ridicule.
　　An old and crazy souls of his people were still climbing.
　　My father's spirits in the rain to climb.
　　(Baihua translation)
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　　The heart of the process of climate
　　The heart of the climate process
　　The wet to dry; golden shot
　　Mengxi to the frozen grave.
　　Quarter of the blood of the climate,
　　Change night into day; the blood of the sun
　　Illuminate the living worms.
　　Vision in the warning process,
　　Blind bones; uterus
　　In death as life out of the drive.
　　The climate in the eye in the dark,
　　Is half of the light; fathomless sea
　　Wild guesses at no point of land.
　　That created a waist of forest seeds
　　Deviates from the half of the fruit; half of the fall,
　　Slow down the wind in sleeping.
　　Meat and bone in the climate,
　　Wet and dry; Quick and the Dead
　　If the two souls swimming in front.
　　The process of the world's climate,
　　Ghost changes; each child by the maternal
　　Sitting in a double shadow.
　　The process of blowing the moon the sun,
　　Ragged tear down the curtain of the skin;
　　Get it out of its death.
　　(Baihua translation)
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　　When the twilight locks no longer
　　Do not lock when the dim light,
　　My fingers are locked into the snake;
　　Do not curse the sea, it galloped on my fist.
　　Time sucking mouth like a sponge,
　　Sour milk in each hinge,
　　Wave to swallow dry chest.
　　When the sea was sucking milk
　　And dry open sea,
　　I sent my guy reconnaissance sky
　　The sky's hair and bones
　　The substance of my mouth bar to his ribs,
　　Also to mend my nerves and brain.
　　My time is full of detonators have been his heart,
　　He winds blowing light burning like dynamite
　　Held in conjunction with the sun, the Sabbath.
　　When the stars, assuming the shape
　　Pull the straw to sleep in his eyes
　　He drowned in the dream his father's magic.
　　Wearing armor all the bloodshed, the grave
　　Red hair of cancer are still alive,
　　Cataract eyes cast a cloth;
　　Some of the dead did not shave bush on the chin,
　　Flies bleeding pockets;
　　Across the cross he has to remember the death of Christ.
　　Sleep time, sailing on the tide of
　　Dry tomb of Hor_set_ail
　　Thrown into a busy sea of death;
　　Rolling on the sea bed sleep silence
　　There feeding the fish food is the shadow
　　And who periscope through flowers in the sky.
　　When the glimmer of the helix turn,
　　Mother's milk as hard as the sand;
　　I will send my ambassador to the light,
　　The opportunity to trick him into sleep,
　　Recall the shape of the dead cast,
　　He stole my heart from the liquid.
　　Awake, my sleeper, facing the sun,
　　A worker in the town early in the morning
　　He showed left poppy lackey.
　　Light of the fence collapsed,
　　In addition to the rider, everything fell,
　　The world hanging in the trees.
　　(Baihua translation)
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　　Wedding Day Day
　　The sky has been torn
　　This ragged anniversary
　　In step three years
　　The two sides remained at an oath on the road.
　　Love is now no longer exists
　　Love and his patients in the chain on the cry
　　From every real, each mouth of a volcano.
　　Clouds rolled, the death hit their rooms.
　　Wrong in the rain, they are too late
　　Stay with love but separated.
　　Ru their windows filling the chest
　　The door was burning in their minds.
　　(Baihua translation)
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　　Without the sun, the light to come
　　Without the sun, the light to come
　　No sea
　　Waves to _set_ off an upsurge of
　　Firefly his head broken ghost
　　Bones without flesh and blood decorated
　　Caress the hand is light skin it
　　Candle on the thigh
　　Warmth of youth, but it burned years bud
　　No seeds
　　Human smooth and mellow fruit in the starlight
　　As brilliant as the fig
　　No wax, candle shows its soft hair
　　After dawn rising in the pupil
　　Whistling through the systemic blood consistent
　　Current camel slide
　　Sky tilted impunity
　　Spray wand over the vomit thing -
　　Tears is to explore mineral deposits with a smile
　　Accumulation of the night around the eye socket
　　Like a dark moon, limiting the expansion of the eye
　　Day light bones
　　Not cold, muscle invasion of the wind
　　Unlock winter clothes
　　Spring's soft hair floating in the eyelid
　　Thinking of moldy and rotten in the rain
　　Light comes in a mysterious glimmer of dice and the fingertips
　　When the logic of death
　　Reveal the secrets of the land through the eyes
　　At that time, blood will be flying in the sun
　　Cease the opportunity dawn on abandoned
　　(Translated by Meng Meng)
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　　Prologue
　　God speed in the last days of summer
　　Day in the orange red tide
　　This day will be Kazamaki down,
　　In shaking the house by the sea
　　In the lingering birds and fruit,
　　Foam, flute, fin
　　And the buoys on dangerous rock
　　Dancing feet in the trees on
　　In the foamed, starfish naked
　　Sandy beach, and Yufu together through the
　　White Gull, herring, bream, clams and sail Ukraine,
　　There, the black crows, clutching clouds
　　Kneel to the sun_set_ of the network of people,
　　Sky near the geese, stabbed
　　Children, herons, and shells
　　Speak of the endless sea,
　　The eternal waves move away from
　　Full night
　　City, where the tower
　　Will Zuanjin the wind in the pious
　　As high, hay stems,
　　In the calm of the poor
　　I assure you, stranger singing (though
　　Singing is a burning surging action
　　I like because of jagged, awkward song
　　Coiled fire birds in the woods in the earth rotation),
　　The leaves get through the large elevation
　　They will float up or falling
　　Such as leaves and like
　　Broken and dead
　　Will enter the hot night.
　　Seaward side, the withered orange sun slipped
　　I cut it when the ghost-like noise,
　　Swan hit the silent depression
　　I gently start of the Gulf dusk
　　As you know, I, a person dizziness
　　How can we honor such as stars, birds
　　Roared, sea forbear with, people crying, blood begging.
　　Listen to it: I'm playing with the earth,
　　From fish to jumping hill! Check it out:
　　When starting up in the flood
　　I love all
　　I roar in the construction of the ark,
　　It comes from fear, and anger in life-like red
　　The source, melting, around the mountains to reach the stream
　　Cover the pain of sleep
　　Infected sheep farms in the empty white
　　Wales between my arm.
　　Oh, there, under guard in the castle,
　　You sing like an owl king, you look like the moon
　　Glide and dive, swaying
　　Deer valley in the death of furry!
　　Aha, the moss in the vertical above
　　Oh, I startled the pigeons circling
　　Cry in contempt, in almost total darkness
　　And Wales, with pious Rook
　　Forest cuckoo singing tribute,
　　Nest in its melancholy tune in Qingyin
　　Lavished on the flocks of Curlew!
　　Oh, the noise of the Crane people
　　If your lips hung sorrow
　　Cape on the chat, suddenly shocked!
　　Hi, on steep hills, captured
　　Flying rabbit! It heard
　　There, the cunning of the light, I flood the boat's
　　Jingle in my time of cutting and punching
　　(A burst of noise and random
　　Incus is a crash, this tone
　　A kind of gibberish from the bottom of the tinctorius as ①)
　　Rough and staggered in God's earth
　　Animals such as the thieves dense
　　(Helmet crown for its head cheers.)
　　The ridge, hush, Wild Beasts stable
　　The weakness in sleep! In a large water
　　Piled haystack of empty farm
　　Crowded together, chattering call,
　　The top male cock crow barn singing dawn!
　　Oh, the adjacent areas, cut the fins
　　Chop down and pierced the (biological), splashed
　　I patched the ark, and the moonlight
　　Drinking in the nestling in the Gulf
　　With animal skins, scales and wool Noah:
　　Only to be drowned in the deep
　　Remnants of the sheep and the voice of the church bell noise
　　Just like the poor quiet sun_set_
　　The dark sand of each state is connected to a sacred Tianchou.
　　We rode off alone, and then
　　Under the stars in Wales
　　Crying, many of the ark, through the
　　Waves covering the land,
　　Love them alive, they
　　Verdant trees, the island will be the same as moving from hill to hill.
　　Hello, I am brave like a dove carrying a flute!
　　Aha, old, sea fox-like Rush,
　　Tom Daley tits and mouse!
　　My ark sings in the sun
　　God speed in the last days of summer
　　In the torrential flood of flowers at the moment.
　　① a plant name
　　韦白 Translation
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　　I know this bit of the time wicked
　　I know that this evil bit of time;
　　It is a sour blood movement
　　It, like a tree, rooted in you,
　　Budding and bud in your body.
　　Given moment of every silver
　　Zheng held the sounds,
　　And I'm still a bird, might be able to
　　Grasp it in the air, hear it.
　　Do you have a restless, tick of the heart;
　　I frantically immersed in you, will you
　　Into my inside, I found
　　You are more dark than ever.
　　Filled with blood, my love can not flow.
　　Suspension is not true;
　　I use my touch
　　Capture the true,
　　No, only as a symbol of stones,
　　Statements or nothing,
　　And true, I know it's phonology
　　Is the sound of the loop rather than the level of scale.
　　I hope that the disappeared;
　　Then I will disappear,
　　May have in mind is the passage of
　　Every second of my
　　I may use it to do other things.
　　Not a moment stay,
　　Unless I disappear or die.
　　韦白 Translation
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　　Cold, oh is not cold
　　Cold, oh is not cold,
　　Sharp, oh is not sharp,
　　You think the thoughts of the Highlands
　　And I said, half-cooked ideas belong to you,
　　And when I to recover, it is colder
　　More acute, and if I break
　　Brooded over every root of the illusion of ice needles.
　　When I get an idea from you, (you have been abandoned)
　　How to go stroke my smooth skin that uh
　　Will know it confused a dream dark
　　At the same time, that a taut string, a number of metal dolls
　　Devastated and broken,
　　How I Tianwen, when the doll said
　　"Master", her mouth full of sawdust
　　And her tongue, look, hey,
　　Fall,
　　Fall,
　　Sweet, so I can not help but want to completely understand.
　　However, the Creator, you can not leave me;
　　Oh no, my mind is your purgatory;
　　Unless I want, or you can not leave
　　I thought so difficult to flow
　　For them, the sea is far from measure
　　There are waves everywhere Crimping waves
　　So much energy must win
　　It contains the kind of specific meaning.
　　You want to stay in my prison
　　Close in your unit in the hidden thoughts,
　　And I, your looters, surrounded by my love
　　So that you can not fly.
　　韦白 Translation
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　　The air you breathe
　　Erosion of the air you breathe
　　My throat, I know neck
　　Wind is my enemy, but its strong
　　Impulse Tianwen, your hair
　　The same as beer foam cup riots
　　That rainbow bird feet, not suitable for a
　　Half man half beast that's lover
　　Thus, not stole it stole her "O" shape
　　The leg of lamb like the wind
　　Can still be left in silence, or admiration
　　Because, if the gods love
　　They will use to like me staring eyes
　　But not like me to touch
　　Some indulge your sweet thighs
　　And dark hair.
　　韦白 Translation
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　　Kabale ※
　　I grabbed her feet awkwardly after the root
　　Placed in my palm,
　　From her tiny face
　　Saccade to that has been carved legs are flashing.
　　Her thin legs in a destination;
　　Her thighs and panties is sweet,
　　Pulling me breathing spiral
　　Corresponding loop
　　Rotating in a splendor of gold and other.
　　The band was busy playing on the platform.
　　A woman raised his arms,
　　But she did not cry, "I understand that
　　I understand that this man is crazy for love. "
　　Her dress sputtering countless fan-shaped light,
　　When she lifted the foot,
　　The touch of the swagger from my left
　　And with a kind heart to put down.
　　She started with a toe dance
　　Twelve legs turned
　　And many of the arms, raised,
　　Higher than the heel of her foot, higher than me.
　　I stare slack
　　This decorative tree insects
　　Which one is the metal wing
　　Which is true?
　　※ cabaret restaurant or bar
　　韦白 Translation
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　　Sometimes the sky is too bright
　　Sometimes the sky is too bright,
　　Or there are too many clouds or birds,
　　And far from the air, the sun is too sharp
　　So hard to remember.
　　Why my hand is too slow
　　Not in front of me
　　Cut off for my terrible idea.
　　Juicy smile
　　Unable to touch the lips
　　I want to know
　　I can not lift, that
　　The guy has an angel face
　　Tell me pain
　　And saw my body fall into the
　　Disaster, he can do?
　　Do not stop. To smile
　　Place on the tears dried up.
　　The pain is still an angel;
　　His words in the combustion.
　　Sometimes a woman's heart product with salt,
　　Or too much blood flowing;
　　I broke her in the chest,
　　I see the blood,
　　In her (not me) out of the body,
　　At this time, I would like to
　　Perhaps the sky is too bright;
　　Looked at my hand,
　　Not bleeding,
　　And feel the pain bleeding,
　　But not pain.
　　韦白 Translation
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　　Rain cuts the place we have taken
　　Rain cuts the place we have taken,
　　Flashing water sprinkling
　　Those of us but I have no children living water is the exception
　　Weigh significantly with the palm of your hand
　　Jiequ from a cloud rains on the rain.
　　We were taking a boat onto the path,
　　The leaf pulp
　　Swing into a charming light,
　　Wait, a little sleepy
　　Experience with the perception that not more
　　Waves launched in the
　　Most of rubble dotted with shiny,
　　Like living creatures in the garden containers
　　In the light of life is floating;
　　At the same time, as you can see, the feet of the rainbow
　　Step in the ground
　　A legendary horse hooves flying around, shaking the wings
　　Hastily leave.
　　It is through the sky,
　　However, when it disappeared from view when
　　Leave it flying tail
　　Numerous branch of the clouds,
　　Parabola of a cheerful
　　Engraved on the boat over the flooded grass.
　　We paddled oar;
　　Water unusually blunt,
　　Too stagnant, and can not paddle Stubbs,
　　Carex full tear to pieces of the plant
　　Stems and the shell. This is a
　　As the vegetation composition of iron ditches.
　　When we touch the flowers with a paddle
　　We like the beat and not disturb it.
　　As our boat
　　Rising again
　　Cozy up to a high degree of water flow,
　　Into the rainbow shy embrace.
　　We have no grudge, shivering,
　　Tasting their lips, this moment,
　　This emerald kiss
　　And breathe the breath of indigo.
　　韦白 Translation
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　　Morning, Rita time
　　Morning, Rita time.
　　Feet with a cheerful stir water,
　　And have put into Pieces
　　To capture her voyage down the river -
　　Phrase in the forest was not her;
　　A fish-eating birds to the ivory-like notes
　　Bouncing on its neck like a pipe in the Cape -
　　Everywhere you can see the moon still hanging in the air,
　　Bright, balanced on the forehead,
　　Meanwhile, as a pivot,
　　As a mirror _set_ off from the shadow of the sea
　　To the sky wet with tears,
　　Desire not to smear the rising sun.
　　Swan shot pulling the waterlines in the stick;
　　In the days to month
　　Has grabbed the time the voice of the harp,
　　Sleep moist lips
　　With storage in the
　　Flower, honey Wenxing the core of my arm.
　　Between the rise and fall
　　Spring will be green -
　　Clothing under the trees do not sorrow,
　　Under the skirts of the trees did not physically -
　　The same as the echo of the winter followed by a burst of
　　From the sound is so warm hot summer, surrounded by
　　Around her shoulder on the falling fruit,
　　And hiding in her bare bosom.
　　Morning, but also love time
　　When Rita, one toe touching the ground,
　　Dancing with the swans for a Fight
　　Swan tough crowd in her tight, white wing rooms;
　　Pull hand and congratulating each movement of light and darkness
　　Is blind with tears, too weak and even non-tasting.
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　　Spire, stands as Crane
　　Spire, the same crane stands. It is the statue of the cage.
　　Since it does not allow it at the stone nest hole dug long feathers
　　Bird, in salty stones blunt their shrill voice,
　　In plants with a diving wing spills pierce the sky in
　　Floating foam or light interference. Kill the prison-like spire of the bell, at first drop
　　In time, like rain hitting the priest extraterritorial body, water,
　　Time, submerged swimmer's arm, the music lingering in my silver locks and
　　Lips. On the notes and feathers falling from the steeple.
　　Crane-like birds that let you choose songs back
　　When the voice of creation, or fly with the bells and winter,
　　Unlike the prodigal son, with the wind drift dumb.
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　　Time is too decadent
　　Time is too corrupt;
　　Your golden
　　Drops of blood, throw above his head;
　　Against the wind breathing,
　　To handling the flame back and forth,
　　Rather than the full magnetic quickly to your kiss.
　　Fine dust your lips
　　Will find a totally contrary to love,
　　And will through the darkness;
　　Pile of the city's poor, life bitter and suffering;
　　Do a paper witch broom riding on the sulfur-colored
　　Fly away from the slums.
　　Still gradually harden
　　Countless living creatures drooping;
　　Man monk in the hands of Apple as black as sin;
　　Absorbing the source of his thought.
　　Then dive into your forehead,
　　Because the amount of your brain, lay a piece of the sea.
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　　Not in pain but in oblivion
　　Not in pain, and never in the joy of
　　But forgotten in the
　　Cry spring
　　In the winter of old
　　He will die, our breath
　　Will blow cold his cheek,
　　And in his wide mouth find a home.
　　Because we must whisper way down the increasingly narrow piece of
　　We have had the love and glory, in his blood
　　Was chasing ran
　　Dry until the vessel
　　Pulse emitted from the ground that
　　Force with a carefully through all the seasons
　　The vessel will be dry.
　　While we walked down the road crying
　　But he has yet to feel alert grave
　　This is disgusting to instill a little memorial hour
　　Repeatedly drowned like this fever.
　　He died, went home, not a lover both hands,
　　In the heart, or in empty pipes in
　　We do not have much to say.
　　Unfortunately, we (when we breathe it),
　　Has been diluted, the emptiness we have sat by
　　How can further damage around the hangings around him,
　　He no longer eat, and no longer worry about
　　Our joy is evil or the injured.
　　And who will tell it straight,
　　Forgotten how indifference.
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　　Never forget that the darkness to touch
　　Never forget that the darkness to touch
　　Do not want to know
　　Any other person or their pain ━
　　Confirmed the denial denial
　　Blank in the darkness of light flashes ━
　　Do not talk about the terrible nightmare
　　The wound did not sleep in the outflow from the
　　Stained with the knowledge to
　　Broken mind is useless, worthless
　　Death need not argue the matter in vain;
　　In the blood and body blank to search for sweet,
　　This pus dive too deep, even if
　　Put his head against the wall will not help.
　　Drinker, your red wine in toxic,
　　It spread down into the dregs of precipitation
　　Leave a colored vascular corruption,
　　And sawdust under shirts;
　　There must be only the evil hands of each
　　Death or life,
　　Tilting movement or a moment of bubble
　　Formed all, never to none,
　　Indeed, this text is not
　　When the sun into a salt, in addition to empty
　　What else? So soon as the old cry,
　　Always free, no older than this,
　　Although we loved and confused by the eroded,
　　I still love but puzzled,
　　Although know this is futile, it is futile,
　　Love and confusion like a dying man
　　Assuming a good thing, although when the spring comes,
　　Can only be a winter
　　This longevity flower, the trumpet.
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　　Unusual day and night
　　Unusual day and night
　　Noisy and full of sighs
　　Let me more depressed,
　　Energy dissipated in the light and music,
　　Ringing in the ticking
　　I've spent an hour of life,
　　Good man;
　　(How good a word);
　　Not to hurt a woman like knitting needles
　　Beautiful body, it has been worn, almost broken
　　In the bush room, laboratory, or glass field,
　　Woman to woman from the specific heat,
　　Sew a lie in the gullible, the
　　The sun will split it drying
　　The stones will crush it
　　Hand over your mouth,
　　Ear, nose and eyes,
　　And all my natural taste thin.
　　May have to do day, evening comes,
　　Night to fall.
　　Dark shadows fall,
　　Strange noise finally subsided,
　　My words of joy,
　　Could be so rare -
　　Who taught me suffering?
　　Black from the empty womb
　　From the thin black lips,
　　From my dirty eyes
　　And my knowledge of corruption -
　　They are crying vocabulary.
　　Beetles, I
　　In this world, suffering enough.
　　The loud cries of pain,
　　Lash head,
　　Oh, joy!
　　Oh, joy!
　　Dark song
　　Singing a beautiful song with good things;
　　Sing a song in the back.
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　　The imagination of the breeze
　　The idea of the imagination of these breeze,
　　Enveloping them in flames, they are mine;
　　Sat leaning on the granite,
　　Let the two stones into a dull gray,
　　Or, into sand,
　　Remove them with ideas,
　　In water or in the metal,
　　Under the lime to make them flow, melt.
　　They cut from the rock,
　　As such, they did not erase,
　　They are hard to regain its shape
　　As those symbols, I did not
　　With love of the peripheral and the hot hand
　　Take it to the location of any brighter.
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　　Neophyte who was baptized in a smile
　　Under oath, the neophyte is a smiling
　　Boy, baptized in a smile,
　　He is also not to breathe from the oval-shaped lips
　　The venom,
　　Have not felt the heart from the festering evil.
　　(In his heart) love is a lie,
　　There exists a shell of joy
　　Obscured that the gravitational drag the abdominal cavity, abdominal cavity that
　　From eggs
　　Moreover, on the ground, easy to rotate
　　Just as the sun is spinning through it.
　　Be the boy on the lips from the desire to not suck
　　A trace of sweetness,
　　From breathing in addition to drugs, he found nothing,
　　Thus, in this exact sorrow,
　　He knew that his love is corrosion.
　　This is beyond your formal genetic talent,
　　This talent is good and students,
　　It comes from the conscience and nerve pain,
　　Rather than from the senses of the water, the flame
　　Or air at the intersection.
　　Let your tongue wet with tears, and lips,
　　Let your love for your negligence DDT,
　　Soft and bright because of her love,
　　That love is so friendly, sprinkled on your brow,
　　When you are young, she was old,
　　Imagine the aging becomes unpleasant spicy
　　And miss, they are so beautiful,
　　By a nail, hit the dust.
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　　Surrounded by a bright world
　　Surrounded by a bright world
　　In all the edges, spicy ground
　　Sucked into her black grass-like beep sound of the mouth
　　Must feel like some kind of invasion of heterogeneous
　　As you come off a lock of nerves into me,
　　This siege touch loved and care
　　Deeply bound,
　　In death or escape from death,
　　Nuts from the yellow on glimpsed
　　Beeswax brick tower from the attention,
　　Or, as white as milk, from the slightest leakage of the dark,
　　It falls, as you will be my prisoners in
　　A network in the world
　　I bumped to broken,
　　I bumped on the break.
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　　While puzzling through my way
　　While puzzling through my way
　　Abolition of this evil has not yet formed,
　　All face the unimaginable when the end of the death
　　Old to it - your body and transparent but useless,
　　Just give me care, give me love,
　　Soon, but give me time
　　Death, like everyone did, through my non-rational
　　Lies in a happy moment in the -
　　No need to hope, hope,
　　You will give me a
　　All things beautiful place,
　　Nobility gathered in the light of a bunch of crowded.
　　Then you feel far away from the joy,
　　Stirring in my body;
　　You do not properly reclined,
　　Is fatal for me,
　　Sickly, pale but flat,
　　And the whole process is attracted ridicule,
　　This coupled stupid
　　In a burst of rain falling flakes
　　Bite my head and run with the feet,
　　Because, if possible, I will fly away,
　　Because, if possible, I will fly away
　　Light again in the final
　　Blow this confusion and madness before nothingness.
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　　The height of the hill
　　The height of the hill,
　　Stand with legs, drinking wine,
　　Escape the eyes of men,
　　Far to run away,
　　She crossed his wrinkled knees
　　Until the day crush -
　　Until the puff viper uplift the lower abdomen,
　　Gasped until the snake home,
　　Near to the old thigh
　　Until the bird pecked break its shell,
　　And the vertical stems of Desire
　　With the tide of blood
　　Down to
　　Ground.
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　　A quiet night, since ... ...
　　A quiet night, since they heard them
　　Talking about the mystery of life
　　And the mystery of death after
　　I could not sleep one hour,
　　Drilling these ear gently
　　Plagued by strange voices,
　　No trace of other sounds, in addition to the wind said.
　　One said: a lonely woman
　　Standing on the sea, she was crying
　　Her loneliness through the empty waves
　　Day after day.
　　Followed every voice to say:
　　Forgotten, as no love horror;
　　Forgotten, as no love horror.
　　Then added: a child
　　Stand in the earth, he knew no joy,
　　No trace of light in his eyes,
　　His soul has not a trace of light.
　　Forgotten as blind as dark
　　Forgotten as dark as blind.
　　I heard this voice from the darkness
　　In addition to death, no one was saying.
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　　They are the only one with no dead loved
　　They not only loved the deceased,
　　In sour soil, no lips and tongue decayed
　　Staring addition, the poor are not loved the deceased.
　　They are the only living indeed loved the field,
　　We are also, Footloose,
　　Ready to get back up again and sleep safely.
　　Who can ask for and give a woman the time of
　　Off the end of that time turned away happily
　　And still others
　　Feel the same blood flows over the whole body soft
　　Drink eat meat, do not love
　　Still maintain the soul and body integrity?
　　Of course not, in the bin when
　　Greet his sullen
　　He will prove he did not like,
　　It is only a rhetoric
　　Identical from one of our
　　Do not know a great and sacred mouth spit it out.
　　No death, only the unloved
　　Or a while, a little bit of love,
　　From another fed up, and let so much love
　　Out of one's mind freely between extravagance.
　　However, it was just luck,
　　And you do not return depends on a certain familiarity
　　And can not return to the habit.
　　It lost something sacred letter
　　The same is true, not without sorrow,
　　Nor is not sacred,
　　Because it can easily disappear and easy to choke to death.
　　Look, some do not love the dead
　　Some was really in love with the living
　　Around in our little self-winding
　　Mocking touch to divide us love.
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