Ai Qing
Poets on Horqin Grassland
Say to me:
"North sorrow."
Not bad,
The north is sad.
Blow from the outside of the plug.
Desert wind,
It's already gone
The Green of Life in the North
And the glory of time,
-Dark grayish yellow,
Covered with a layer of sand fog that can't be opened;
That day, the roar of Pentium,
Brought fear,
like mad
Sweep the land
Desert Yuan Ye
Frozen in the cold wind of October;
This village,
Ancient city,
On the hillside,
Riverbank,
Collapsed walls and deserted graves,
Covered with earthy melancholy ...
Lonely pedestrians,
Upper body leaning forward
Cover your cheeks with your hands,
In the wind and sand
Difficulty breathing,
one by one
Struggle forward ...
A few donkeys
-With sad eyes.
A beast with tired ears,
Carrying land
The weight of pain,
Their tired footsteps,
go slow
the north
A long and lonely road ...
Those rivers have dried up long ago.
Cars were painted on the bottom of the river,
The land and people in the north
yearn for
The fountain that nourishes life!
Withered tree
Low-rise residence,
filmy
Gloomily
Scattered in
Under the gloomy sky;
In the sky,
Can't see the sun,
Only geese form a large group.
Wild geese in chaos,
Flapping its black wings,
Talk about their anxiety and pain,
Escape from this desolate area,
Escape to
The south, where the green covers the sky, has disappeared. ...
The north is sad;
Yellow River in Wan Li
Surging waves,
Go to the vast north
Pour out disasters and misfortunes;
And the wind and frost of the age,
depict
The vast north
Poverty and hunger.
but I ...
-This passenger from the south,
But love this sad northland.
blowing sand
The cold wind is biting,
Never let me curse;
I love this sad land,
The endless desert,
Also aroused my reverence:
-I see
Our ancestors
Leading the sheep,
Attack the flute,
Immersed in this desert dusk ...
We are moving forward.
Ancient
In the soft loess layer,
Buried with the bones of our ancestors,
They cultivated this land,
Thousands of years.
They're here.
Fighting against the nature that has hit them,
They defended the land.
Never been humiliated.
They are dead.
Leave us the land—
I love this sad land,
Its vast and barren land,
Bring us simple words
In a broad posture,
I believe: this speech and gesture
Live strong on the earth,
Never perish;
I love this sad land.
Ancient land,
This land has nurtured
This is what I like.
The hardest thing in the world
The oldest race.