Category: Chinese poems
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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。
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After Rain in the Mountains 山岭的雨后
Walking through the mist is like walking into a dream not yet awake. 走在雾里，像是走进一场尚未醒来的梦。
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Blank Tab 空白标签页
The blank tab is like a field of snow; the cursor drifts, like a wild goose reluctant to land. 空白标签页如一片雪原，光标游移，像一只迟迟不愿落脚的大雁。
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Fault Lines 沉纹
The flow has not changed its pace, but the last grain will fall into no time at all. 流速未变，但最后一粒，不再落入任何时间。
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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。
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A Night Without Stars or Moon 无星无月的夜晚
On a night without stars or moon, a blue-green ocean drifts with endless sorrow. 无星无月的夜晚，青绿的海洋，漂浮着不尽的忧伤。
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Silence 沉默
When the world falls asleep, I will appear here, chewing the starlight strewn across the ground. 在世界沉睡之时，我将在这里出现，咀嘶满地的星光。
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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。
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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？
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Fear of the night 黑夜恐惧症
Every rustle of the wind, every sway of the grass, can freeze me in the road. 每一个风吹草动，都可以把我凝固在路上。
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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。
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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。
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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。
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Longing for a vacation 好想放假
Only the holidays are so gentle — as if time itself were intoxicated. 只有假期是那么温柔，仿佛迷醉了时光。
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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。
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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。
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Morning in Hyde Park 海德公园的清晨
The mirror of Hyde Park holds not the you of now, but the you of the future — the free you. 海德公园的明镜里没有现在的你，但是有未来的你，自由的你。
Runtian Wu 