Halloween
　　Even now this landscape is also concentrated.
　　Hill dark. Bull
　　To sleep wearing their blue yoke,
　　Field has been
　　Picked clean, the crops sub-bundle
　　Flat to bounce back piled by the roadside
　　Yang Mei in the middle of the rising moon with teeth:
　　This is the post-harvest or post-infectious diseases
　　Desolate.
　　Oblique wife stuck windows
　　Outstretched hand, as if in charity,
　　The seeds of the hands
　　Clear, golden, beckoning
　　Come here
　　Come here, little things
　　The climb out of the soul from the tree.
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　　Messenger
　　You just need to wait, they will find you.
　　Geese flying low over marsh,
　　Shining in the black water.
　　They will find you.
　　The deer
　　How beautiful they are
　　As if their body does not prevent them.
　　They drift slowly into the open field
　　Slender auburn sun through the photos.
　　Why so quiet that they are willing to stand
　　If they are not waiting for?
　　Barely move, until their cage decay,
　　Shrubs in the Wind,
　　Fuseshita no leaves.
　　You just let it happen:
　　That cry let go, let go, like the moon
　　Twisted out from the soil increased
　　It is a circle filled arrow
　　Until they come before you
　　The burden of things like dead flesh,
　　And you are on top of them, wounded but superior.
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　　Poetry
　　Beginning in the evening, as now, a man was bent over in
　　On his desk.
　　He slowly lifted his head; a woman
　　Appears, carrying a rose.
　　Her face was floating to the surface of the mirror,
　　Decorated with a green stem roses cascade.
　　This is the suffering
　　Way: the transparent sheet is often
　　Move to the window until it emerged the context
　　Filled with ink as the final word.
　　And I mean to understand
　　What tied them together
　　Or to be firmly in control of the gray house at dusk
　　Because I have to enter their lives:
　　This is the spring, pear
　　Covered with a thin, white film.
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　　School children
　　Children and their progress with a small bag.
　　All the morning the mother have been in the labor
　　Collection of late apples, red and gold,
　　Like another language in the vocabulary.
　　In another Coast
　　Those who wait for the big table
　　People to accept charity.
　　Many of them are old nails
　　Children in the above link
　　They are blue or yellow cotton coat.
　　The teachers will order them to keep quiet
　　The mother will be a way to run around in the orchard,
　　Gray tree branches to pull their own to
　　Accepted with so little ammunition.
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　　Apple
　　The wisdom of your small body of his son
　　Crimping me.
　　I stood with him were a small bedside bar
　　As in another dream
　　You stand hanging
　　Apple bitten by the middle of the tree
　　Stretch out your arm.
　　I did not move
　　But at the wind
　　Glass to separate the final
　　I raised him to the window saying
　　See what you create
　　And count the ribs sliced,
　　It stems blue heart
　　As if from the woods
　　Flow out of the darkness:
　　House in the dark your son to sleep.
　　Wall is green, the wall
　　Clean and quiet.
　　I was waiting to see how he would leave me.
　　Map has appeared in his hand
　　If you engrave it in there,
　　Silence of the fields, women in the river Dai Li.
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　　Drowning children
　　You see, they do not have common sense.
　　So it is natural they should be drowned,
　　First ice accept them
　　Then, the whole winter, and their cotton scarves
　　Floating behind them as they sink
　　Until finally they are quiet.
　　The pond held their hands in the dark purpose.
　　But the death must be different to wake them,
　　So close to the beginning.
　　As if they have been
　　Blind no weight. Therefore,
　　This rest is dream, this light,
　　This beautiful white cloth covered the table,
　　Covered their bodies.
　　And they still hear their name used
　　Evocation things over the pond as:
　　What are you waiting
　　Go home, go home, lost in the
　　Eternal blue, water.
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　　Garden
　　1. The fear of birth
　　A voice. Then the house hiss and whir
　　Slid into their places.
　　But the wind
　　Quickly through the animal's body
　　But I am not satisfied that the health of its own
　　Body why it should be bounced back
　　The strings of the sun?
　　It will recover again.
　　This fear, this heart and mind,
　　Until I was forced into a
　　Fields are not immune
　　Or even strongly
　　The minimum dust out of the bush, tracking
　　It is the signature of the root of the distortion,
　　Even a mountain Arrowhead, a red claw.
　　Then lost
　　One by one,
　　All things can be tolerated.
　　2. Garden
　　Garden praise you.
　　In your name in green, paint it yourself
　　Charming red roses,
　　So that you and your lover will go with it.
　　All of the willow
　　To see how it shaped the silence
　　Green tent. But still
　　Some of the things you need,
　　Your body is so soft, so vivid, the beast in the middle of the stones.
　　In addition to injuries,
　　Similar recognition and they are terrible.
　　3. Fear of Love
　　That body lying next to me like a stone, obedient
　　It's eyes seemed to be an open,
　　We may have said words.
　　Time is winter.
　　In its day the sun rose in fire helmet
　　And at night, and reflected in the moon.
　　It is through our free light,
　　If we have to lie down
　　In order not to leave the shadow
　　Only two shallow dents in the snow.
　　In the past, as usual, started in front of us,
　　Still, complex and can not pass through.
　　How long have we lay there
　　As if, arm in arm in their cloak of feathers,
　　The gods come down
　　We build them from the mountains?
　　4. Origin
　　As if a voice said
　　You should go to bed
　　But no one person. Days
　　Not black,
　　Although the moon, where
　　Marble has been filled.
　　Although, in a garden full of flowers,
　　A voice said,
　　Many of them are dull, the gold,
　　So loud and clear, so repeated
　　Until you close your eyes,
　　Lying among them, all
　　Stammered the flame:
　　And you still can not sleep,
　　Poor body, the earth
　　You still tight adhesion
　　5. The fear of burial
　　In the empty field, in the morning,
　　Body waiting to be needed.
　　Soul sitting next to it, in a small rock
　　Nothing to re-give it shape.
　　Think of the body alone.
　　Walking at night in the fields to be drained,
　　It is tightly held in the shadow around.
　　Such a long trip.
　　And distant, the village of light trembling
　　It is not suspended when they swept the streets
　　They look how far away
　　Wooden doors, bread and milk
　　As weights on the table.
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　　Lamentations
　　1. Oracle
　　Two of them are static,
　　Sad woman, man
　　Released into the branches and leaves her body.
　　However, the observation of God.
　　They felt his golden eyes
　　Put into the scenery on the flowers.
　　Who knows what he asked?
　　He is a God, but also a monster.
　　So they wait. The world
　　Was full of his glory,
　　If he asked to be understood.
　　Far, in his empty office profiling,
　　He turned to his angels.
　　2. Nocturne
　　A forest rising from the earth.
　　Oh poor, which is so necessary
　　Intense love of God
　　With them is the beast.
　　They lay down on his negligence
　　Gaze in the evening.
　　From the hill, the wolves come, mechanical
　　They are attracted to the warmth of humanity,
　　Their panic.
　　Then the angels see
　　Him how to separate them:
　　Men, women, and women's body.
　　Above the churning of the reed, leaves open
　　Gave a long sigh silver.
　　3. Covenant
　　Outside in fear, they built a home.
　　Growth of a child between them
　　When they sleep, when they tried to
　　Feed themselves.
　　They put it on a pile of leaves,
　　This small body abandoned
　　Wrapped in an animal
　　Clean fur. Against the black sky
　　They see the light of the strong arguments.
　　Sometimes it wakes up. When it hands out its
　　They know they are mother and father,
　　There is no authority above them.
　　4. Clearing
　　Gradually, many years later,
　　Mao's body disappeared from their
　　Until they stood in the bright light
　　Ignorant of each other.
　　Everything is different with the former.
　　They shook hands, searching for
　　Familiar with.
　　They can not make their eyes
　　Avoid the white flesh
　　Will be clearly shown in the above wound
　　Like words in a piece of paper.
　　From ignorance of the brown and green in
　　God finally stood up, his huge shadow
　　Darkened his children sleeping body,
　　Jump back to heaven.
　　That is more than the United States,
　　The first time, saw from the air
　　Earth.