Imitate Ai Qing's I Love This Land.

If I were a moth, I would also fly with delicate wings; The light that still shines through the lampshade always burns the flame of our progress, and it consumes our candles and tears and the stars in the sky all the time. -Then, I died, even my wings were burning in flames. Why do I long for fire? Because I love light deeply. I love this stream, Wu Linjuan. If I were a fish, I would swim with my thin body. This stream hit by lightning will always sweep across our fast-flowing ocean, the hot wind blowing everywhere, and the charming dusk from the desert ...-Then, I died and even the fish scales rotted in the stream. Why do I always have memories in my head? Because I love this stream deeply ... if I were a bird, I would fly with broken wings: this big tree bathed in the sun always washes away the dew in our hearts, this silent and lingering warm wind, and the incomparable bright light from heaven ...-Then I smiled; Even the songs echoed in the sky. Why is there always hope in my heart? Because I love this tree purely ... only the cloud knows that if I were a cloud, I would also mourn with white wings: this morning shrouded in dense fog will always mark our bumpy road, this unyielding sporadic flower and the faint starlight from the sky ...-and then I left without leaving a trace. Why are you the protagonist in my dream? Because you are all my prayers ... persistent and eternal ... If I were a tree, I would dance with dead leaves in the headwind. The body was destroyed by the cold autumn wind. This arm was beaten by the cold autumn rain. This hand was frozen stiff by the cold autumn frost ...-Then, I came back to life, and even the lark stood up. Because I am obsessed with temporality and eternity.