流萤集11-15（自译感悟）

11、Days are coloured bubbles that float upon the surface of fathomless night.
夜色深邃广无垠，白昼漂浮于其中，如幻影泡沫，流光溢彩。

12、My offerings are too timid to cComim your remembrance, and therefore you may remember them.
礼轻不敢言，您却忆一生。

13、Leave out my name from the gift if it be a burden, but keep my song.
事了拂衣去，深藏功与名。

14、April, like a child, writes hieroglyphs on dust with flowers, wipes them away and forgets.
四月如顽孩，花作涂料尘作布，绘制童真如画符；事了抹去不复忆，起身即忘又逐新。

15、Memory, the priestess, kill the present and offers it heart to the shrine of the dead past.
From the solemn gloom of the temple children run out to sit in the dust, God watchs them pComy and forget the priest.
此情可待成追忆，毁我道心祭往昔；童出暮庙戏红尘，神觉忘情新生启。