The Silver Toad, the Moon,

Covers the ground.

In a cage,like an impregnable fortress,

There live crazy lions and tigers,

On his land, corn is ripe.

Sweet, delicious and green. 

True love is scarce all times
And we are all in a hurry travelers
Though secular prejudice isolates us
We are made in heaven
And will return to eternity

In March, it is the season of magnolia. The purples, which are in bud, The purples are a little jealousy and envy, jealous and envying
I want to pick a few flowers.
In March, it is the season of magnolia. The jade-whites, which are in bloom, The jade-whites are a bit like set on the tree, Just like a few jade carvings.
In March, it is the season of magnolia. The pinks, which are beautifully dressed, The pinks have a little love ripples, Just like the fairies hiding.
In March, it is also the season of game. The girl on the roller skates, dancing, and sliding, Her father follows beside.
In March, it is also the season of learning. The boy's lying on the chair, languid and lazy, listening to reading, His father reads aloud attentively.
Ah March, it is a happy season. (Mar.25,2012)

It is the season that all things germinate, It is early cold spring, A stone engraved with the truth, pure, and noble, Be deserted in a corner of the sky, Wandering aimlessly, rotating, revolving.
In spring, even the fallacy, absurdity, vulgar, Also unceasingly germinate, like lichens, And cover the deserted stone.
Occasionally, some sober poets, like cleaners, Try to push aside lichens. But lichens are too much, too crazy to be pushed aside, Only sighs, helpless struggles are left.
 
Sighs, helpless struggles are left, I'm already close to your heart. The words engraved on the stone, How many people do need to know it? Let it be covered with lichens, After all, the awake poets are gradually dying. (Mar.18,2012)

The loneliness of spring, Is a damp rainforest, The rain's off and on, apparently severed, but actually connected, The road in rainforest is muddy, tortuous, Thriving, the occasional sunshine is broken.
The loneliness of spring, Is a broad wetland, It is overgrown with weeds, rugged, The water of wetland is weird, unfathomable, Flowers, plants, insects and snakes appear somewhere, The occasional moonlight is broken.
Only your bright eyes, glaring, Sneering at this secular hypocrisy, paranoid, Watching silent, and deserted purity, And the old be-betrayed beliefs.
The loneliness of spring, In the shadow of pain and death, Resolutely is a happy grave.
(Mar.15,2012)

A thermometer, Her glass shell packed with, Material mercury, And blank noble sentiment.
When greed has a fever, Mercury keeps inflating, And gradually occupy blank.
Greed keeps having a fever, The thermometer will burst at the end, Only the incomplete body left.

Carelessly, We all become spiders, Hanged on the net every day.
Can't break away.
(Mar.3,2012)

Spring rain rains like a curtain these days, And I don't think it's stopping completely. In the rural, I am compiling the history books.
 
Just think about how I have searched the places before, The places are those where historical and humanity events happened.
On the bank of a river, I finally find, Where my home is, more beautiful.

(Feb.26,2012)

Because of isolation by secular prejudice, I am living without you.
The dark, horrible power maybe thinks that
I must give up love.

Whom I must give up loving, Whom you must give up loving, The dark, horrible power maybe thinks that
We can't live without each other.

Your eyes, your smiles are deeply in my heart, So deeply, deeply, they aren't able to be forgotten.
The dark, horrible power maybe thinks that
It doesn't exist true love in the world.

We make a living each other, live far from each other, But our hearts are together with each other.
The dark, horrible power maybe thinks that
We are crazy already, it doesn't exist true love.

(Feb.27,2012)

The Osmanthus Fragrans on the Moon, I think it is also extremely aromatic. Why not? It brings in Chang E, The transcendent woman,the Goddess on the moon.

The fairy, the osmanthus flowers, the moon palace, How far it causes people.
Because of the beauty of Chang E, Mischief has swift wings to her. Because of one's lust for power, Woe betides The Osmanthus Fragrans.
 
In the cold moon palace, there is only The Goddess of the moon, the fairy left aside. By the Osmanthus Fragrans scattered, there is only The cutting sound of WuGang's axe, sorrowful.

Beetles, beetles beautiful movie star, Shi Xiaoqun is the emperor's lover of Ir star, Beetles, beetles beautiful movie star, How I wonder who you are.
Up above the world so high, Like an empress in the star, Beetles, beetles beautiful movie star, How I wonder who you are.

Beetles, beetles beautiful movie star, Shi Xiaoqun is the emperor's lover of Ir star, Beetles, beetles beautiful movie star, How I wonder who you are.
Up above the world so high, Like an empress in the star, Beetles, beetles beautiful movie star, How I wonder who you are.

When the world loses love and tolerance, When I no more love you, When you no more love me,
Then you know what will happen!
Beetles, beetles beautiful movie star, How I wonder who you are.
Beetles, beetles beautiful movie star, Shi Xiaoqun is the emperor's lover of Ir star, Beetles, beetles beautiful movie star, How I wonder who you are.

Let me meet you
in the hot summer
and for this I am waiting for ten years
I am not for anything else Just want to be together with you
looking at the blue sky
looking at insects and fish
and plants and flowers
I am not for anything else
Just want to be together with you
To the hoary head forever
Let secular sarcasm around me
I just want to be calm inner
(Feb 14,2012)