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 gentle 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. ...

Extended information The evaluation of Ai Qing by Aidan, a famous modern poet, in Time: Ai Qing's poems published by Youth Publishing House: I still have a poetic heart, and I dare not give up, and I don't want to give up. The day before yesterday, I drafted a message for the publication of these two poems, which condensed my heart: Ai Qing does not belong to a certain era, and his poems do not belong to a certain era. Although it originated in the period of War of Resistance against Japanese Aggression, it is still sung in the present and the future, echoing all over the world. A poet known as a "great singer", his poems will remain immortal!

References:

I love this land-Baidu Encyclopedia

Read Ai Qing's poem: I love this land-People's Network