Poems by Ai Qing, a Modern Poet (I)
I love this land.
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 tender 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?
I love this land was written in 1938 after the beginning of War of Resistance against Japanese Aggression. At that time, the Japanese invaders successively occupied vast areas in North China, East China and South China, and went crazy everywhere in an attempt to destroy the China people's will to resist the Japanese war. The people of China rose up and waged an indomitable struggle. The poet wrote this impassioned poem at the critical moment of national decline and national peril, with love for the motherland and hatred for the invaders.
Poems by Ai Qing, a Modern Poet (Ⅱ)
hope
Dream friend
Fantasy sisters
That's my own shadow.
But always walk in front of you
As invisible as light.
As unstable as the wind.
Between her and you
There is always a distance.
Like a bird outside the window.
Like clouds in the sky
Like a butterfly by the river
Cunning and beautiful.
You go up, she flies.
If you ignore her, she will kick you out.
She will always be with you.
Until you stop breathing
Poems by Ai Qing, a Modern Poet (Ⅲ)
spring
Spring has arrived.
The peach blossoms in Longhua are in bloom.
It's open on those nights.
On those bloody nights.
There were no stars in those nights.
It was windy those nights.
Those nights listening to widows sobbing
This ancient land
Like a hungry beast at any time
Lick the blood of young people.
The blood of a tenacious man's son
So after a long winter.
After the ice and snow season
After infinite drowsiness and expectation.
These bloodstains. Blood.
On a mysterious night
In the dark of the east
Burst countless buds.
Spring is everywhere in Jiangnan.
People ask: Where does spring come from?
I said: from the tomb hole in the suburbs.