ESSAYS 
Reverie at the Seaside of Beidaihe 
Sunrise Viewed from Mount Tai 
If I Could Fly 
Fallen Leaves(extract) 
Planting a Flower on the Beach 
Idle Chatter about Sojourning in Florentine Hills 
Cambridge as I Know It 
The Ugly West Lake 
POEMS 
The Pleasure of a Snowflake 
Sayonara 
A Pale Spark 
To Seek for a Bright Star 
A Picture of the Leifeng Tower under the Moon 
Rare 
Country Sounds 
By the Mountain Road 
No.7,Stone Tiger Lane 
A Night in Florence 
Haphazard 
Looking at the Moon 
Godly Hero 
The Vast Sea 
Viewing Aboard 
Again,Adieu to Cambridge 
Cuckoo 
In the Mountain 
I do not know in which quarter the wind is blowing" 
In Sickness"

 

Wouldn't your soul like to answer brightly,"OK.l'm coming"? But no,again there was something in your way to prevent you from answering the liberty suggested by the call.What imprisoned you was your education.At that time I felt as bad as a snake that could not free himself from the tough skin that imprisoned him-the barbarian was held down too,never to get out.