What are the English poems written by Chinese?

Love at first sight Simboska (1996 Nobel Prize in Literature winner) Stanislaw Balanzak &; Claire kavanagh translated Chen Li. They all believed that it was a sudden passion that brought them together. Such certainty is beautiful, such certainty is beautiful, but uncertainty is more beautiful. But impermanence is more beautiful. Because they have never met, they are sure that there is nothing between them. They have nothing to do with each other. But what are the words coming from the streets, stairs and corridors-but listen to the words coming from the streets, stairs and corridors-they have passed by a million times? Maybe they passed each other a million times? I want to ask them if they don't remember the moment opposite the revolving door? Face to face? Maybe it's a "sorry" murmured in the crowd? Or mumbling "sorry" in the crowd? There is a "wrong number" in the receiver? Or the abrupt "wrong number" intercepted on the receiver? But I know the answer. However, I already know their answers. No, they don't remember. No, they don't remember. They will be surprised to hear that fate has been playing with them for years. Not yet fully prepared, become their destiny, prepare for their destiny, it pushes them closer, separates them, fate pushes them closer and drives them away, it blocks their way, blocks their way, stops laughing, and then jumps aside. Then step aside. There are signs and signals, there are some signs and signals, even if they don't understand them yet. Even if they don't understand it. Maybe three years ago, maybe three years ago or just last Tuesday, or just last Tuesday, a leaf fluttered from one shoulder to the other? Is there a leaf fluttering from shoulder to shoulder? Something was dropped and then picked up. Did something drop and pick it up? Who knows, maybe the ball that disappeared, who knows, maybe it entered the childhood bush? A ball that disappeared in the childhood bush? There are doorknobs and doorbells, and in advance. The doorknob and doorbell are covered by places that have been touched in advance. The suitcases are checked and placed side by side. Luggage cases placed side by side after inspection. One night, maybe the same dream, one night, maybe the same dream, became blurred in the morning. It became blurred in the morning. Every beginning is only a sequel, after all, it is only a sequel, and the book of events is always half open. Always start in the middle.