Give me some poems by Ai Qing.

1, "I love this land"

If I were a bird, I should also sing with a hoarse throat: this land that was hit by the storm, this river of sadness and indignation that always surged on us, this endless angry wind, and the incomparable gentle dawn from the forest ...................................................................................................................... Why do I often cry? Because I love this land deeply ... (1938 1 1 month17th)

2,' Words of the Sun'

Open your window, open your wooden door, let me in, let me in, let me in, enter your cabin. I bring golden bouquets, I bring the fragrance of the forest, I bring light and warmth, I bring dew all over the ground. Get up, get up, raise your head from the pillow, open your eyelashes and let your eyes see me coming. Let your hearts be like cabins. Open their long-closed windows, and let me fill your hearts with flowers, fragrance, light, warmth and dew.

3, "fish fossils"

How lively and energetic the movements are, jumping in the waves and floating in the sea; Unfortunately, when a volcano erupts, or it may be an earthquake, you lose your freedom and are buried in the dust; Hundreds of millions of years later, the geological exploration team found you in the rock strata, still lifelike. But you are silent, even without a sigh, and your scales and fins are intact, but you can't move; You are absolutely still, unresponsive to the outside world, unable to see the sky and water, and unable to hear the sound of the waves. Staring at a fossil, fools also learned a lesson: without exercise, there is no life. To live is to struggle, to advance in the struggle, and to use energy cleanly before death comes.

4. Dawn Notice

For the sake of my prayer poets, get up and tell them what they are waiting for is coming. Guided by the last star, I crossed the dew. I come from the east, from the turbulent sea. I will bring light to the world and warmth to mankind. Please take my message to inform those people whose eyes are burning with longing, as well as distant cities and villages immersed in suffering, and welcome me-the pioneer of this day. The messenger of light opens all the windows and welcomes all the doors. Please honk your horn to welcome you. Please blow the horn and welcome the cleaners to clean the streets. Please drive the truck to transport the garbage. Let the workers stride in the street. Line up the cars across the square. Please wake up these villages from the wet fog. Please open their fence to welcome me. Ask the farmers to take the cows out of the cowshed and borrow your enthusiasm. Tell them I'm from the other side of the mountain, from the other side of the forest, and let them clean up those threshing floors and those forever dirty patios. Please open the window covered with colored paper. Please open the door with Spring Festival couplets. Please wake up the careful woman and the snoring man. Please invite young lovers to get up with those sleepy girls. Please wake up the sleepy mother and the baby beside her. Please wake up everyone, even the sick parturient, even the elderly moaning in bed, even those who fight for justice. Please wake up all the unfortunate people, and I will comfort them. Please wake up all those who love life. Workers, technicians and painters invite songs to welcome guests with the sound of grass and dew. Dancers dance to welcome guests and wear their white foggy dressing gowns. Please wake up those healthy and beautiful people and say I'll knock on their windows. Please ask poets who are loyal to time to bring comforting news to mankind. Please get ready for everyone. When the rooster crows for the last time, I will come over and let them gaze at the horizon with pious eyes. I will give the kindest light to all who expect me. Please tell him that tonight will be over.

5, "hope"

My dream friend's imaginary sister used to be her own shadow, but she always walks in front of you like light, invisible and unstable like wind. There is always a distance between her and you, like birds outside the window, like clouds in the sky, like butterflies by the river. You go up, she flies, you ignore her. She drives you away, and she will stay with you forever until you stop breathing.