I want Ai Qing's poems. I love this land.

I love this land.

Ai Qing

If I were a bird,

I should also/with a hoarse throat/sing:

This storm/this land,

This is always surging/our sadness/river,

This constant/blowing/annoying/wind,

And the/very gentle/dawn from the forest. ...

Then/I died,

Even the feathers have rotted underground.

Why/my eyes/often contain tears?

Because I/deeply love this land …

This poem was written by Ai Qing, a famous patriotic poet, on 19381month 17.

English

If I were a bird.

I should sing with my hoarse throat.

The land that is being hit by the storm

This river is always full of our anger.

A wind that blows fiercely forever

And the tenderest dawn from the forest ...

After that, I died.

Feathers rot in the soil.

Why are tears always in my eyes?

That's because I love this land so much.

-This poem was written by Ai Qing, a famous patriotic poet, in 171month 1938.