Ai Qing's "I Love This Land" is selected from "North"
I Love This Land
If I were a bird,
< p>I should also sing with my hoarse throat:This land battered by storms,
This river that is always raging with our sorrow and indignation,
The angry wind that blows endlessly,
And the extremely gentle dawn coming from the forest...
——Then I died,
Even the feathers rot in the earth.
Why do I always have tears in my eyes?
Because I love this land deeply...