- At the Great Temple, Paying Respects to Ziya | 太公祠，拜谒子牙
- Fall | 在秋天
- Moon in the Sky | 仰望月亮
- Please Have Tea with Me Tomorrow | 明天我要请你喝茶
- Love You a Pound | 爱你正好有一斤
- I Made Breakfast for My Darling Self | 给心爱的自己做一份早餐
- In the Plum Garden | 在梅园
- Year of the Snake | 生肖蛇
- My Words to Autumn | 一到秋天我就想说些什么
- A Painting | 画
- I Live in a Perfect Town | 我居住在宜居城市
- Eleven Roses | 11朵玫瑰
From 21st Century Chinese Poetry, No. 7
- The moon glows like white sheep
- lying above the heart of the great land,
- a night of grazing on the snowy hill,
- messing up the earth’s pretty clothing.
— Wang Zhiguo, Spring Wind Ballad
- Well, conferring titles,
- bestowing Grace,
- going fishing - - -
- all were great affairs,
- and all were little incidents.
- In the blink of an eye,
- they have passed down the years.
— Li Yun, At the Great Temple, Paying Respects to Ziya*
- Four tenths cooked rice, three tenths vegetables,
- two tenths beans, one tenth meat
- is my unvarying life.
- Domestic life, fully itemized.
- I love you too, up to a pound.
— Song Huiyuan, Love You a Pound
- The entire summer
- they grow bigger and are crowned with leaves,
- amassing energy,
- upward, upward, upward!
- Then autumn arrives
- and they can no longer stay full.
- In the autumn wind,
- they topple to the east,
- they lean to the west,
- followed by loud crackling noises.
— Yi Youxi, My Words to Autumn
- No matter what, he and I needed to talk.
- Though it hurt to touch the grass,
- to watch the ants march up and carry away
- grains of rice and fruit morsels. I said to myself
- that he was here and accepted
- my deference and concession.
— Li Li, We Needed to Talk
- Not a trace of sky, earth, or ax.....
- They have nothing to do with it anymore.
- All the faults were smoothed out and polished,
- it looks like a timeless flower.
— Chilechuan, A Carved Wooden Chair
- Satin luxury
- showcases the world's exterior beauty,
- but a spirit moves through its earthly veins,
- connected with small forests
- of skeleton trees.
— Liu Quan, Odes to Mountains and Rivers
- --- A lot of dissatisfaction is festering inside of me,
- a little of it turns into busy actions
- just like one tender little tree.
- Loose leaves fill the street but lose people’s attention.
- Seasons change. As for me, a woman making a living from the wind.
- It’s - - - Oh, Wind - - - truly you are my sustenance.
— Li Tong, Urgent Autumn Wind