Chapter 1: If I were a bird Poetry Ai Qing
Without wings
I can’t fly high
I am a bird There is no free bird
Once locked in a cage
You can’t fly away
When you are bored
Playing on the computer
When you are angry
Kick the sandbags
When you are sad
Write a diary
Never dare to show it to others
?
What is this!
I am not a gadget to be fooled by you!
I also have my freedom!
Which kind person
cares about this poor bird of mine. Chapter 2: If I were a bird Poetry Ai Qing
If I were a bird,
I should also sing with a hoarse throat:
This The land buffeted by storms,
The river of our sorrow and indignation forever raging,
The angry wind that blows endlessly,
And the extremely gentle dawn from the forest?
?Then I died.
Even the feathers rotted in the earth.
Why do I always have tears in my eyes?
Because I love this land deeply?