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. ...
This poem was written by Ai Qing, a famous patriotic poet, on 19381month 17.
LZ can actually find Baidu Encyclopedia.