Porcupine
　　1
　　Chubby to Woyu grass
　　Swollen to almost squatting on the acid apple tree,
　　Breathing in the Linden Department of phloem and sieve,
　　Balloon-like floating in the Lau Fa, catkins,
　　Aspen and larch on the first leaf,
　　Porcupine
　　Jump forward to drag it through the ice last supper,
　　Shini, rose and yellow, covered with stubble into the ground.
　　2
　　In character
　　It has seven ways similar to our own:
　　It positions the mark printed on the shed or barn on
　　It smelt the silver with moonlight,
　　It is planted in the running in the feces,
　　It is crawling with its tail,
　　When it is directed at their own horror chirping cuckoo land,
　　If more than one of every five acres, it is too crowded,
　　Its eyes shone dark red inside.
　　3
　　Through the floor,
　　Hesitated in the threshold edge, in the post
　　And window walls left death handwriting digger,
　　He will tap the world
　　Emptiness, cut and Trampling
　　It
　　Until nothing left, if
　　Able to use all our sweat and mercy rinse it.
　　Fascinated
　　Full-grain grip ax,
　　Morris dancers crisp red hand
　　Soaked in the juice in the hand-finger ornaments,
　　Wrist and elbow with perfume oils wet the surface,
　　Body with the groin, armpit looting by debris racks ... ...
　　Indifferent - tired -
　　Disturbed by the rotation of stars, but also on the
　　Surprised than
　　Rilke's angel
　　Because
　　Earth is really sweet
　　Those deposited on the bottom, flashing, and
　　In the fast moving part of the sea,
　　Under the human face is splashed floating of the valley.
　　4
　　Between the branches of a farmer rest of the porcupine
　　Shot three times. When it rolled,
　　Belly is a broken branch
　　Torn, tangled up in the intestines,
　　And then they were lower. It from the ground
　　Jumps into the swelling of the intestines poured
　　Struggled through hundreds of feet of yellow,
　　Before suddenly emptied of life.
　　5
　　Taught by the fire wrote:
　　Porcupine were killed,
　　Will punish even the Aboriginal and sentenced them
　　As salty desire biting
　　Hearts
　　I
　　Toss and turn in large beds on the
　　Parody under the quilt,
　　Snicker that farm and forest destruction in countries
　　It melted the outer sheath of human obesity.
　　Self-tingling twist
　　Cover in the opposite, under the thick bristle -
　　Red-eye, sharp teeth, like the sharp spear,
　　Hold up a large group of fletching porcupine,
　　Poked
　　Woman by my side until she cries.
　　6
　　Idle
　　I bent down and tilt feathers,
　　Thought saint
　　Sebastian has a holy soul,
　　Locust bar was hit in the nose on the bare die.
　　I began to escape,
　　Fall from the high ground,
　　Land covered with yellow flowers in the Health and Zhu,
　　Horror, looking for home
　　Between the flower
　　I'm straight to their own nothingness, this rope
　　Out from behind me,
　　Sun_set_ Lane
　　I crowned all of whom blood abruptly.
　　7
　　Tonight, I sneak in a broken
　　On top of the skull or nothing,
　　In the winter the grass like a sucked egg, gently
　　Laugh, a blank template (my body), dragged
　　Hunger in the stomach through the lychee flower strewn fields,
　　Here
　　Burdock ripped off its Ark-like seeds,
　　Thistle lifted it lost buds,
　　The wind blowing their dead shrub branches tick
　　Roses for the fiery breath.
　　韦白 Translation
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　　Bear
　　1
　　In winter
　　Sometimes I saw streaks of mist
　　From the snow was stained smirch
　　Gently rising
　　Close look at the lungs by breathing infected
　　A smell of low body
　　Original
　　Bear is the smell of cold.
　　2
　　I took out the wolf in the ribs
　　Sharpened at both ends
　　Bent into a hook
　　In the whale oil in the frozen
　　Into the bear trail.
　　Bait had disappeared
　　I followed the bear tracks
　　Search everywhere
　　Until the first black bloodstains found
　　Faintly sprinkled on the ground.
　　So I started
　　Run round after round of blood along the
　　Waves travel the world.
　　Gap at the ground
　　I stopped to look around,
　　During his over a thin ice
　　Climb over the place Fuzhao
　　I get on the ground
　　Creeping forward, gripping the bear knife.
　　3
　　On the third day I was hungry,
　　I like the early evening, as expected
　　Facing a dip in blood bending of the body bear dung
　　Sub-
　　Hesitated a moment, picked up,
　　In his mouth and swallowed it
　　Stood
　　Continue to run forward.
　　4
　　Seventh day,
　　By the blood to sustain life, I bear,
　　Well see he has his back,
　　A steaming monster
　　Dense fur blowing in the wind slightly.
　　I walked over
　　He stared a little pair of eyes in close proximity
　　Eyes,
　　Dismay
　　Face droop in the shoulders, the nose
　　Open,
　　Maybe I just smell the odor
　　Off the gas.
　　I first cut the prey thigh,
　　Mengchi then drank,
　　Then stripped of his skin,
　　And then broke open his belly, climbed inside,
　　Behind the seal and then block the wind,
　　Then sleep.
　　5
　　And dream
　　His heavy walking
　　Tundra,
　　Twice in the body to endure,
　　Behind a way to survive in the spill,
　　Spill out a way to survive, no matter which side I go toward
　　Go
　　Whether I was thrown where it bears the soul,
　　No matter what kind of lonely I want to dance dance
　　What kind of heavy jump
　　What kind of tired of the pace, which weak groan
　　Yin.
　　6
　　Until one day
　　I stumbled down one hundred eleven
　　Down in my
　　To strive to overcome vomiting
　　To digest the blood into
　　To grind and digest the bone
　　The belly, and then
　　Breeze on my head, blown away
　　Eaten fishy after blood and rotten stomach
　　Belches out the smell when indigestion
　　And that normally bear the terrible taste
　　Blowing
　　I stretched out sore tongue
　　Is a song or scream
　　I want to get up and blown
　　Dance, but I still lie still.
　　7
　　I think I woke up. Bright
　　Reproduce the present, Dayan
　　And fly along their route.
　　Lying in the snow cave where the mother bear,
　　Along with the tongue licking
　　Dirty lump from her hair,
　　Lick wake her sleepy eyes awakened from a dreamless.
　　Then a fluffy feet
　　Stretched awkwardly in front of me,
　　Then grunted,
　　Then,
　　Then,
　　I was wandering in the
　　Rest of his life:
　　Confuse
　　I live by the sticky liquid, that fishy
　　Smell of blood and poetry
　　In the end is what?
　　张子清 Translation