Rhyme
　　No matter quiet,
　　Or use language,
　　Even if it is very
　　Music sounds desperate,
　　Can not tell you.
　　Perhaps the moon,
　　Or wine Jin Zhao
　　Violet aroma and music
　　Able to tell you
　　I endured sadness in the night.
　　Perhaps a night
　　When it insomnia
　　Only the leaves and the wind
　　And the stars
　　Whispers whispers sound.
　　Perhaps with the moon
　　If it is distributed
　　Wine and violet aromas
　　Perhaps with the language of the night
　　If the language
　　Will keep watching.
　　I can not tell you.
　　(Zhao Zhenjiang translation)
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　　Fire and Sea
　　Only the fire and the sea to one another endlessly
　　Wait and see, day and clouds can not be the case.
　　Only your face, only the fire, the ocean
　　Your eyes, flames, waves.
　　Dark eyes, you are the fire and the ocean.
　　Black hair, you are the fire and waves.
　　You will fire the disintegration of
　　Do you know the secret waves.
　　Wearing blue crown, like waves.
　　Intense and permanent, like a flame.
　　Only your face Pang Yongshi forever.
　　Like fire and the sea. Like death.
　　(Zhao Zhenjiang translation)
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　　April's sonnets
　　To follow your banner, the spring
　　I cross the sea, swore off of that to
　　Fresh fruit decorated clothing, birds to life
　　And accompanied by the vagaries of summer blue
　　I cross the sea, leaving everything to me:
　　The black pony, hanging hammocks
　　That palm tree blue sky
　　Then there is a wide river plain and solemn
　　The distance in the poppy and Mak,
　　In each and every flower towers near the waves
　　Between the olive trees and forgotten
　　I am with wine and the spirit of it with the hymn
　　I cried, and weep over the loss of all
　　Just to follow the spring, your banner