Before Dawn 天亮以前
As if the answer had once bent close, with time to write only half a stroke, before it vanished before the break of day. 仿佛答案曾经俯身靠近，只来得及写下半条笔画，便消失在天亮以前。
Poem selection
Drifting Flame 漂流的火焰
The pitch-black sea is a road without footprints; I carry the lamp of my dreams, searching for the dawn. 黑沉沉的大海是一条没有脚印的路，我提着梦中的灯盏寻找黎明。
Rain 雨
The soul of poetry is born in the rain. 诗歌的灵魂在雨中诞生。
Afterglow 余辉
At the horizon, a single red glow within the massing clouds will be the wandering that is mine. 天边的，那阴云密布里的一道红光，将是属于我的流浪。
Memories 回忆
The stars scattered across the sky — are they lighthouses among the clouds? 漫天的星辰，是否为云间的灯塔？
Photos from the college life 大学的照片
The beauty of reminiscence needs no embellishment. 原来回忆的美丽无需装点。
Choosing the PhD programme 为了选校
The beautiful shore is right under my feet — yet beautiful imaginings dwell forever on the far side. 美好的彼岸就在脚下，而美好的想象永远在美好的彼岸。
The nights of London 最爱伦敦的夜晚
The nights of London are sweet and melancholic, like poetry. 伦敦的夜，像诗一样甜蜜而悲凉。
Song on the branches 树枝上的歌声
The sun does not rise, yet my sleeves are dotted with stars. 太阳没有升起，而我的衣袖上留下了繁星点点。
Rejection letters 拒信
What are those in the distance? They are silent and sleepless nights. 在远方，在远方，无言，彻夜难眠。
No title 无题
I am the ghost on this mountain road; my murmurs stir the darkened paths. 我是这条山路上的幽灵，我的低吟凌乱黑色的走廊。
There is no rejection letter in the mailbox 邮箱没有拒信
I shall chase the racing shadow of the moon, to find the dawn of freedom. 追逐月亮奔走的影子，去寻找自由的黎明。
The moon tonight is in the poem 今晚的月亮在诗中
I raise my pole, steering into the reflections of the stars. 我撑起长篙，驶进星星的倒影。
Autumn night 秋夜随想
With one breeze the world loses the trace of time, and solitude reigns over the slumber of the universe. 一跃世界失去了岁月的踪迹，从此孤独主宰宇宙的沉眠。
Autumn wind 秋风
In the autumn wind, I scent the setting sun. 我在秋风里闻到了落日。
Night walker 夜行者
Under a moonless, windy sky, I am the flowing glow. 月黑风高，我是流淌的辉光。
Walking in Manhattan 匍匐
Who in the night has stolen their smiles, and devoured their fragrance? 是谁在夜色中勾走了她们的笑颜，然后吞噬那幽香？
Walking across Manhattan 曼哈顿随想
Who has hung a garden in the air, and painted the blue sky and moon upon Manhattan’s steel walls? 是谁把花园挂在了空中，又把蓝天与月亮画在了墙上？
Longing for freedom – fantasy of the night 向往自由——黑夜幻想曲
It is the night that renders the illusion of freedom so alluring. 是黑夜让自由的幻想如此美丽。
Hyde Park in Early Summer 海德公园的初夏
A thousand golden threads become the tapestries of Hyde Park, and I become the azure that slices through the sky. 千缕金丝成为海德公园的挂画，我则成为划破天际的蔚蓝。