I love this land

Author: Ai Qing

If I were a bird,

I should also sing with my hoarse throat:

The land hit by the storm,

This river of grief that will always surge us,

This endless raging wind,

And the tender dawn from the woods...

—— Then I died.

Even feathers rot in the land.

Why do I often have tears in my eyes?

Because I love this land deeply...