My personal favorite:
I love this land Ai Qing
If I were a bird, I should also sing with a hoarse throat:
p>
This storm-beaten land,
This ever-raging river of our sorrow and indignation,
This angry wind that blows endlessly,
And the incomparably gentle dawn from the forest...
——Then I died, and even my feathers rotted in the earth.
Why do I always have tears in my eyes?
Because I love this land deeply...
——Written on November 17, 1938