1, "I love this land" Ai Qing If I were a bird, I would also sing with a hoarse throat: this land hit by the storm, this ever-surging river of grief and indignation, this endless angry wind, and the incomparable gentle dawn from the forest ...-Later I died, and even my feathers rotted in the ground. Why do I often cry? Because I love this land deeply. ...
2, "Motherland, My Dear Motherland" Shu Ting I am a worn-out old waterwheel on your river, spinning tired songs for hundreds of years. I am a miner's lamp with a black forehead, and you are groping in the tunnel of history. I am a withered ear of rice; Is it the dilapidated roadbed or the barge on the muddy beach that pulls the rope deeply into your shoulder-the motherland! I am poor, I am sad, I am the painful hope of your ancestors, the flower that has not landed for thousands of years-motherland, I am your brand-new ideal, I just broke free from the spider web of myth, I am the germ of your snow-covered ancient lotus, I am your tearful smile nest, I am the newly painted white starting line, and the crimson dawn is spreading-motherland, I am one billionth of you. It is the sum of your 9.6 million square meters. You fed me with scarred breasts, confused me, considerate me and boiled me. Then I will get your wealth, your glory and your freedom from my flesh and blood, my dear motherland.