Song
　　Have dim memories of the river and the viscosity
　　I drift and sorrow on the heart,
　　If I remember crying
　　Only in vain to tears.
　　If the sleep comfort my heart
　　Systolic pulse remains the same,
　　People have been relaxed,
　　I have not had a thought that is all.
　　Away from the inspiration, in between my negligence
　　Return to my homeland
　　I actually do not know what poems,
　　Lost is my tribute to the goodness.
　　Escape it, the shadow of hostile return
　　Old dark rumors that you:
　　Forgotten in that home,
　　To remind you to forget about my side.
　　(Ding Wenlin translation)
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　　Fog
　　Death
　　Died
　　Murano farmer
　　Love as brothers and the earth
　　They are humble
　　Leaves and trash
　　Wind drift away
　　I seem to hear
　　Distance
　　Fog at the
　　Wounded beasts
　　Around the corner.
　　(Ding Wenlin translation)
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　　Childhood
　　Dreams
　　Tall as cedar
　　This requires
　　Brought from afar
　　Carry on shoulder
　　In order to confirm
　　In memory of winter
　　This Enlightenment
　　Legend:
　　You smell,
　　Is
　　Sad firewood.
　　(Ding Wenlin translation)
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　　Moment
　　This word line
　　Sonorous syllable high-spirited
　　This flame
　　Best side in the sand sea
　　Emit light
　　Only moments
　　This harmony
　　Close proximity with the beautiful
　　This Psalm
　　Written in
　　Before the wind.
　　(Ding Wenlin translation)