Huge number
　　In the dense rain
　　In the light
　　I saw a golden
　　Number 5
　　Written in a red
　　Fire-fighting vehicle
　　Unnoticed
　　Gallop
　　Gong struck towards tight
　　Alarm at the tip of the Ming
　　Wheels rumbling
　　Through the dark city.
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　　Wake-old woman
　　Elderly
　　A group
　　Birds chirping
　　Passing
　　On a snowy field
　　Bare trees.
　　Turn to fly up and down
　　They are - Front Black Wind
　　Fierce winds -
　　However, that does not?
　　Coarse weed stems
　　Birds rest from the;
　　Flying pods burst
　　Clouds over snow and ice;
　　While complex
　　Sharp beep
　　Reduce the wind.
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　　Widow Chunyuan
　　My family is sad
　　Here's the new grass
　　As usual
　　Flash spit flame, but in previous years
　　This year, the fire is not bleak
　　Surrounded me.
　　Thirty-five years full
　　My husband and I like peas and carrots.
　　Today plum full of Yinhua
　　Many flowers
　　Hung heavy in the cherry tree
　　Red, yellow and white branches
　　But my heart's sorrow
　　More strongly than they
　　I am glad they used to
　　But to see them today
　　I turned around and tried to forget.
　　My son told me today
　　In the grasslands
　　On the far
　　Thick bush next to the
　　Many trees in full Silver Flower.
　　I would like to
　　Go there
　　Join to those Flowers
　　They sank near the pond.
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　　The farmer thought
　　The farmer thought
　　Lin Zhaoyu stepping
　　Not cultivated fields in both hands
　　_Insert_ed in the pocket in
　　In his mind
　　Crops have been planted.
　　Cold breeze rippled
　　Brown water among weeds,
　　In all directions
　　Cold rolling forward the world:
　　Black Orchard
　　In March, all the more dark clouds
　　Nairen wondering.
　　Street carts in heavy rain, washed
　　That 蒙茸 of
　　After the bush
　　Dim to show farmers
　　That the artist's shadow - in the creation
　　- People struggling
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　　The way to the hospital for infectious diseases
　　The way to the hospital for infectious diseases
　　Cold wind - the direction from the northeast
　　Blue Dot point came
　　Turbulent clouds. Distance,
　　A muddy wilderness
　　Brown weeds, there stands a V
　　A pool of stagnant water pool
　　Occasional cluster of several trees
　　Shrubs along the road is full of
　　Trees, half purple half red
　　Clumps of tangled branches
　　The following are the leaves yellow
　　Leafless vines -
　　It seems there is no life, burnout bear
　　The rash of spring -
　　They enter the new world naked
　　Freeze, do not understand what
　　Only know that they are entering the spring. The surrounding
　　The wind is still familiar -
　　Look at the grass, tomorrow
　　Strong that the leaf of wild carrot
　　Please clear one by one Chu -
　　Growing fast: clear, it leaves the outline of
　　But at the moment. Into the spring
　　Still so difficult - but deep changes
　　Has come: the root of their Zhazhu
　　Grab tight down, started to wake up
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　　Like Ms.
　　Your thighs are apple trees
　　Its flowers come across the sky.
　　Which days? W are the hanging
　　A woman slippers days.
　　Your knee
　　A breeze blowing in the South -
　　Or a handful of snow. Oh!
　　Fu Lage Nair Who are they?
　　- As if to answer that
　　What is wrong. Oh, yes -
　　Tone below the knee
　　On the light down, it was a
　　Hot summer
　　Your ankle is a tall long grass
　　Twinkling on the beach -
　　Which beach? -
　　Sand stuck to my lips -
　　Which beach?
　　Well, maybe petals.
　　I know?
　　Which beach? Which beach?
　　I said, the apple falling petals.
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　　Trees and sky
　　Still
　　We have written
　　Naked branches, long in the
　　Half the fracture
　　That tree, alone
　　Stand wind and rain
　　Hilltop
　　And far away
　　Cloud gap
　　Mist shrouded
　　Move back and forth
　　Seam through the clouds
　　Is that never move
　　Blue sky
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　　Pei Kitson (Excerpts)
　　For details
　　As a starting point
　　Put them into the general, with a defective
　　Method, roll paper from -
　　Olfactory trees
　　Only dogs in the
　　A dog. Here
　　What is left? What is something to do?
　　To the rest of the dogs
　　Rabbit chase
　　Only lame leg standing only
　　With three legs. After the plane before the catch.
　　Dig out
　　A moldy bones.
　　Sure it is because at the beginning
　　At the end - because we do not know any
　　Beyond our own complexity
　　Pure and simple things.
　　But can not
　　Go back to the; from the chaos in the rolling roll
　　Nine-month miracle, the city
　　Is the people, both one - can not
　　Other ways - a
　　Two-way mutual penetration. Roll paper
　　Up! Positive, negative;
　　Drunk, sober; outstanding
　　Vulgar; is a. In ignorance
　　Have some knowledge, not
　　Dispersed, destroyed himself.
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　　Bull
　　It is a catch - the
　　Ring up, put on halter
　　In a large bolt on the target
　　General bull god
　　Unlike cows
　　It lives by herself, carefully
　　Nose to smell fragrant grass
　　To pass the time
　　It kneel, lie down
　　Lick lick out front legs
　　Around his hoof
　　Then stopped
　　Eyes half-closed
　　The passing of good times
　　Proud of the comments made
　　- That circle the sun
　　Through
　　Light of the pine forest
　　Flatten it to the paint coat is
　　It is tough body
　　Such as ivory or glass -
　　Wind also
　　The middle of play -
　　No milk
　　It swings
　　Hair between the horns
　　Hyacinth tendrils
　　Covering the eyes of its
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　　Red Wheelbarrow
　　So much
　　Thanks
　　A red wheel
　　Trolley
　　Because of rain
　　The Flash
　　Next to a group of
　　White chicks.
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　　A poor old woman for the written
　　Munching a plum
　　In the street, hands
　　Holding a bag of plums
　　Taste good, for her
　　Taste good, they eat up
　　Its good taste
　　You can see that
　　Since intoxicated demeanor
　　That half of her hands
　　Suck off.
　　Be relieved
　　A ripe plum comfort
　　Seemed full of space
　　They taste good.
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　　Ash flowers
　　Leaves
　　A
　　Thick
　　Hard
　　Withered
　　Bright
　　The broken
　　Branch
　　And
　　Is
　　White
　　Hong
　　May
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　　Poetic metaphor
　　Poplar Forest has a bird!
　　It is the sun!
　　The leaves are small yellow croaker
　　Swim in a river.
　　Birds skimming over the fish,
　　Wings carried the day.
　　Phoebus!
　　He makes Topol
　　A dazzling light!
　　His voice
　　Overwhelm the wind
　　Sound of rushing sound of the leaves.
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　　South Island Kit
　　Flowers outside the window
　　Purple gold
　　Changes in the white curtains ─ ─
　　Smell of fresh ─ ─
　　─ ─ afternoon sunshine
　　There is a glass plate
　　Glass jar, tumbler
　　Arrayed down the side
　　─ ─ also lost a key
　　White bed
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　　Big numbers
　　Rain
　　Lamp
　　I see
　　A red
　　Fire-fighting vehicle
　　Golden
　　Number 5
　　Fire truck
　　Rush
　　Recklessly
　　Knock the bell
　　Partnership Conference
　　Lulu wheels
　　Chiguo dark city.
　　郑建青 Translation