"Snow Falls on the Land of China" - Ai Qing
"I Love This Land" - Ai Qing
If I were a bird, < /p>
I should also sing with my hoarse throat:
This land battered by storms,
This river that forever surges with our sorrow and indignation,
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The angry wind that blows endlessly,
And the extremely gentle dawn from the forest...
—Then I died,
Even the feathers rotted in the earth.