Old winter
　　In the dark half of not fire in
　　Your tiny hands that I want a view,
　　They distributed the taste of oak and rose,
　　Also the smell of death. Old winter.
　　Birds looking for grain,
　　Blink of an eye covered with snow,
　　So there is this:
　　Little sunshine, an angel of the aperture,
　　There is fog, there are trees,
　　And we - the product of the early morning air.
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　　Beep gone
　　Ah the pain of greed, in my
　　Desire for time alone,
　　Do not worry on your gifts sent.
　　Cold beep, re-blow
　　Evergreen leaves of joy. It makes me
　　Loss of memory; joy without my copies.
　　Nightfall in my mind,
　　In my hands covered with weeds,
　　Drops of water, children shed.
　　In the hazy sky wings
　　Oscillating: heart fly from one place children in one place
　　I can not plowing the land.
　　Every day is a pile of waste.
　　Hong Jia Qian Translated
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　　At the beach
　　Or, as the day
　　Sloping sea sailing away from us gone.
　　We abandoned the woods, on the house
　　If the smoke was falling
　　Beach holiday
　　There are flags rolled tweet
　　Like horses ponies.
　　When the days lost, you raise
　　The high mountains like the voice of calm
　　You're still the same as the rest of the leaves
　　Quietly miss
　　Honey bees are no longer
　　Gently picked up the grain
　　Bright star has faded
　　In the river, the water cycle with
　　Splash, stir up the emptiness of the valley
　　Sex attracted, youth.
　　I succumbed to the blood,
　　Cliff fresh bright,
　　May sound like a sad slave
　　Sigh issued chest
　　I have lost everything.
　　In my island north and east,
　　Has a favorite stone and water
　　Rising Wind: Spring
　　Dug a grave Suyabian
　　Flowers dotted with gold.
　　Eternal life as a devout
　　The same people are not patient
　　Think of escape:
　　The edge of collapse
　　Rock always hesitate,
　　The roots of the teeth to fight against mole deer.
　　In my evening hours,
　　Birds in the eucalyptus trees
　　Aromatic shake the dead trees.
　　This fall, the plant also
　　Bone marrow; in the womb of the earth
　　Incubated with stones fall;
　　Flowers grow through the fence.
　　Happy memories of the people, hairy corolla
　　Almost became a man of warmth.
　　Listen, in the fantasy smile:
　　What kind of lubricant with the sun
　　Girl's hair, the sun all the time;
　　What kind of joy and tenderness dark horror
　　And the gentle tears out
　　Awkward time in the repeat
　　However, the same as the fall,
　　Faintly seen in your life.
　　Tonight, too, fell into the
　　Slope water; bucket
　　Roll in the dawn of the well.
　　Like the tree outside the window
　　Homing flowers decorated vessels.
　　Oh love,
　　More distant from the earth of death.
　　ZHAO Xiao Ke Translation
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　　Flowers have gone
　　I do not know my life
　　Dark monotonous descent.
　　I do not know who suffered, who loved
　　Now - in my body atrophy
　　Failure in March, the wind
　　I have listed a string of unlucky days of doubts.
　　Flowers have gone
　　Fly from the branches, and I'm waiting
　　Its tireless flying without looking back.
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　　Now the day has dawned
　　The night was over the moon
　　Dissolve in water waves quietly,
　　Fall into the river.
　　September on this simple
　　Land, the green grassland
　　Like the spring south of the valley.
　　I have to leave the partnership
　　Deeply hidden in the heart of the old walls,
　　A quiet miss you.
　　You are still far away than the moon,
　　Now the day has dawned
　　Horseshoe is kicked rocks!
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　　Imitation of joy
　　Trees to sun_set_
　　More like abandoned places
　　You slouched
　　Finally, the pace has disappeared,
　　Like a little long in flower
　　Linden, this is destiny.
　　Emotional motivation you seek
　　Search for silence in your life experience.
　　The mirror, show me the times
　　Different in luck. Today
　　U.S. flash in someone else's face,
　　I have lost every
　　Things should not be lost
　　Even the sound of this residual
　　Fun is also the imitation of
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　　Demon Night
　　Ordinary night, the flame in your
　　I am always amused
　　Wandering in the dead
　　I saw the man
　　V in the loved one's chest
　　Listen to the child's birth
　　Children were admitted to the world
　　He fastened his hands
　　His eyes burned, and his soul.
　　I loved. The cold is
　　Night life hands.
　　Her bed in the vast
　　Collection of the fear of the cliff,
　　At dawn, I heard myself
　　Wake up to shoot the wings of pigeons.
　　Then, the sky grow leaves
　　Silence in her body:
　　Depression off water.
　　I love, I'm sad here
　　Still alive, but very lonely.
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　　Language
　　You laugh at me for poems become thin,
　　Mountains and sky, green fence
　　Around me, whispering elm
　　There are acoustic jitter;
　　I let the line of clouds and light
　　To deepen color
　　Cheat my youth.
　　I fully understand you. You
　　Have lost all heart.
　　You beautifully bulging breasts,
　　Action in the tender
　　Timid to expand their
　　Then in the form of harmony,
　　You're down in ten feet of conch shells.
　　But if I want you to, lo and behold!
　　I'm sad you are and the language.
　　I love, I'm sad here
　　Still alive, but very lonely.
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　　Haitao
　　How many nights
　　I heard the small waves of the sea light Tao
　　Beat soft beaches,
　　Express the warmth out of the waves
　　The soft sound of language models.
　　As if from the years gone
　　Came the voice of a kind
　　Crossed my mind the memory of
　　Given continuous wave
　　Echo.
　　Like seagull
　　Keyed in a long cry;
　　Perhaps
　　Birds fly to the plain
　　Meet the full facilities of the spring
　　Mildly singing.
　　You
　　And I -
　　In that memorable years
　　With these words the waves whispered broken
　　How close was in love.
　　Ah, how I wish
　　I miss the echo
　　As this boundless night
　　The sea light wave ripples
　　Floating in the air come to you.
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　　Recreational beach
　　Recreational sea often
　　Dim the stars shining,
　　Sulfur yellow beehive on my head
　　Shaking.
　　Bees time; and honey
　　In my throat
　　Again, fresh and fragrant;
　　A raven hovering noon
　　On the gray sand.
　　Air excited: here the quiet Sun
　　Professor of death, and night
　　Tells the sand
　　Home - has been lost.
　　Translated by Shen Rui
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　　Place the dead eyes open standing
　　We will follow the quiet of the house,
　　That place where the dead eyes open standing
　　And children, has made it into the
　　Expand them sad smile,
　　The branches slapped against the window silent
　　In the depths of midnight.
　　We will also send the deceased's voice,
　　If we had lived
　　Or the heart of the woods and mountains
　　Drives us into the river,
　　So that we only dream.
　　Translated by Shen Rui
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　　To Earth
　　Expansion of the sun burst into sleep,
　　The trees, keening;
　　Dawn adventurous
　　You are here, untwisting, or sail,
　　Sailing season and warm
　　Close to give birth and stir coast.
　　I am here, cowardly, alert,
　　With another piece of land
　　With the mercy of fickle song
　　Germination of love in my heart
　　In the hearts of men, in death.
　　My grief grow a new green
　　But the air like a hand
　　In your branches are
　　Shut in the sad
　　Woman's solitude
　　But time has never been touched,
　　That makes me pale, stripped of all my bark.
　　I put in you own: church
　　Shen calm in the heart:
　　Footsteps of angels naked
　　Ring, where, in the dark.
　　Translated by Shen Rui
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　　Pray to the rain
　　Good smell sky
　　With green,
　　Started going to the evening rain.
　　Naked voice, and I listen to you:
　　In you, With a wrinkle sweet heart
　　The first fruits of sound and asylum;
　　And you wake me, the silent young age,
　　Was another life and every action
　　Was suddenly asked to speak and deformation of the dark
　　Resurrection by surprise.
　　Devotion to the kingdom of heaven,
　　Light of its piety,
　　The suspension of the water of the pious;
　　Piety in our hearts
　　To vascular dehiscence
　　In the land of the pious.
　　Translated by Shen Rui
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　　The color of the rain and iron
　　You said: death, silence, solitude
　　Such as love, like life. Is
　　The image of our makeshift words.
　　Each morning the wind from the bright point
　　Seasonal rain and iron decorated with the colors
　　Over rocks, across the
　　When we curse whispering hum.
　　The truth is still far away.
　　Tell me, who split on the cross
　　Your hands are stained thick blood
　　How do I answer these questions?
　　Now is: just another gust of wind before
　　Another burst of silence filled with eyes,
　　Another lush sound of rust before.
　　Translated by Shen Rui
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　　See the invisible
　　See the invisible
　　That wagoner on the horizon
　　In calling out the arms of the road,
　　Answered the voice of the island.
　　I'm also not floating,
　　The world spin, I read
　　My history as a night watchman
　　Read the hour of rain. Have a happy secret
　　Blank margin, statements, hard to understand the appeal.
　　My life - a smile, my road
　　The habitat of those who are cruel, my view -
　　The door is not in their hands.
　　I do not prepare for death,
　　I understand the origin of things,
　　Outcome is a table in my mask
　　Shadow of the intruder's journey,
　　I do not know the shadows.
　　Translated by Shen Rui
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　　An open arcade
　　With the roar of smoke, dusk falls
　　Fragments fall on the earth, the owl
　　Knocking "sudden" sound, just issued
　　Silence. While the distant, dark island
　　Crashed the ocean, hit the beach
　　Night invaded the conch shell. You
　　Measure the future, beginning
　　Has in the past, separation - with the slow
　　Broken - is not in the section of time.
　　When the sea foam from the winding stone
　　You lose that cold
　　In the outflow from the destruction of the feeling.
　　Die the death, it does not know how to
　　Owl not sing the song, it wants to
　　Hunt for love, to continue
　　An open arcade, which shows
　　It's lonely. Someone will come.
　　Translated by Shen Rui
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　　Rain on came
　　Floating down the rain came toward us,
　　Rake the quiet sky.
　　Swallows swept the Lombardy lake
　　Pale rain fly
　　Play like seagulls chasing the small fish;
　　Floated from the garden side of the fragrance of hay.
　　Another wasted years,
　　Not heard lament, no cry laughing
　　Break the chains of time.
　　Translated by Lu and the six
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　　I'm the wanderer
　　Ah, I went back to the square in silence:
　　Alone on the balcony of your
　　Side of the festival has long been hanging flags flying.
　　"Come out." I softly call you.
　　How I wish a miracle appeared
　　But only came from the deserted cave echo.
　　The Servicing I call on the silent,
　　Children who disappear and never accept!
　　Empty, ah,
　　You no longer hear the wandering of my greetings.
　　Joy can never occur twice.
　　Sprinkling pine sun_set_s
　　As if the waves waves.
　　Waves of the sea is only illusion.
　　My hometown in the south
　　How far
　　Tears and sorrow
　　Burning it.
　　There, women dressed in scarves,
　　Standing on the threshold,
　　Quietly talking about death.
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　　Harp on the Willow
　　How can we sing?
　　When the cruel invaders
　　Step in our hearts,
　　The bodies of martyrs
　　Lying in the square.
　　Snow flooded grassland,
　　Innocent children
　　Sad to cry,
　　Good mother
　　Nailed to the poles toward the son
　　Wail in terror?
　　Willow branches
　　We harp
　　Dangling high above.
　　In the bleak evening breeze
　　Sadly swing.
　　Translated by Lu and the six