I love this land, selected from Ai Qing, written in June 1938+065438+ 10. At that time, the Japanese invaders successively captured vast areas in North China, East China and South China, and went crazy everywhere in an attempt to destroy the China people's will to resist the Japanese war. The people of China rose up and waged an indomitable struggle. At the critical moment of national ruin and national peril, the poet firmly integrated into the torrent of national liberation struggle and became the "trumpeter" of the times. He wrote this impassioned patriotic poem with deep love for the motherland and gnashing hatred for the invaders.
I love this land.
Ai Qing
If I were a bird,
I should also sing with a hoarse throat:
This land hit by the storm,
This river of sadness and anger will surge forever,
This endless wind,
And the gentle dawn from the forest ...
And then I died,
Even feathers rot in the ground.
Why do I often cry?
Because I love this land deeply. ...