《月夜孤惶穿移的飞鸟》
A Lone Terrified Bird Piercing the Moonlit Night
《寂静与喧嚣》 The Sound and the Silence
《那只非洲雨林嬉戏扑翅，不小心掀起美洲飓风的花样蝴蝶，
求你告诉我，撒娇的伊莎贝尔如今究竟在哪里？？》 Please Tell Me,
the
Gorgeous Butterfly Flapping Its Wings to Play
in African Tropical Rain Forest and Carelessly
Stirring up an American
Hurricane, Where Is
the Spoiled Isabel Now?
《下坠的飞蛾》
The Falling Moths
《♂＠§》（《鸟在树上》） The Bird on the Tree
《冷与热》
Could and Hot
《呼哑了嗓子的牛郎》
The Cowherd Who Shouted Himself hoarse
《梦中的妻》
Wife in Dream
《严冬，露天越洋电话》
Open-air in the Severe Winter, a International Call
Nipping a dim rose, light green Buried endless pale.
Along flowing courses
、rain drops filled up 、、the meshes 、、、of window-screen, Spring scenery of light green 、viewed from the attic 、、was obstructed, 、、、、、、dim and broken.
Bitten ring finger broken in broken green, recalls The freezing pain of snow in winter, surprisingly.
Out of window, honey peaches are receiving the infiltration of night
dew,
the roots of the peach tree are sucking terrestrial gravity.
The peach stones wrapped up by flesh and blood
emit dim rays.
The branches of the peach tree open wet cobweb, for capturing
the saint walking down from heaven, and
carving wooden sympathetic chord
on shaking crown of the tree.
In the window, the chandelier is the hanger of honey peaches,
the fragrant of peaches turns into sugarcoated bullets in rectilinear motion,
the shadow hiding behind the body couldn't be hurt
because of timidity.
Silently, rebels liberate the chickens
remained after the King's pillage, and conspire to enter the palace
to pound the eggs, the King's plunder,
to pieces.
The ropes
had been put on fire.
If the chickens want to run away,
they can run away.
The rebels slip into the seraglio. The tables of delicious chicken feast
kept for the King
occupy the hot fragrant
seraglio.
While music of the feast playing, the rebels slip into the secret room
of the seraglio. Liquid chicken bursting out
of broken shell, sticky
like seminal fluid.
Fuck! Fuck!! Fuck!!!
Put the fucking baking pans
on the fucking rack!
Put the fucking racks
downstairs!
Put fucking all of them into
the fucking cooler!
Put other fucking racks
into the fucking freezer!
Move! What do you wait!
Hallo, gave me a hand! Thanks!
I like you, fucking man!
But you know nothing
about fucking bakery.
Nobody showed you?
I show you. look---
Cut the fucking dough
into fucking pieces!
Roll the fucking pieces
into fucking slices!
Brush some fucking oil!
Scatter some fucking sesames!
That's fucking it!!
Move! What do you wait!
Help! I've got trapped
by a fucking rack!
O, Lord! My! Fuck! Fuck!! Fuck!!!
The durable gums fear age. Bitter cold invites fragility
to stimulate the passion. Untitled icicles
refuse to stay in the heart
of darkness any longer.
Annoying chaos, sinking into yellow papers,
negotiate the creation very hard, and
sometimes release
legendary mist.
The ants of words, discarding ant-eaters
finally, climb tall trees, to help
leafless branches to beat
the weepy wind of winter.
♂ stands for bird, ＠ stands for nest, § stands for tree,
△ stands for mountain, ○ stands for Sun, ∞ stands for cloud,
～ stands for wind, ≈ stands for water.
