Ai Qing's "I Love This Land" is selected from "The North"
I love this land
If I were a bird,
< p> I should also sing with a hoarse throat:This land battered by storms,
This river of sorrow and anger that always surges with us,
The angry wind that blows endlessly,
And the extremely gentle dawn from the forest...
- And then I died,
Even feathers rot in the earth.
Why do I often have tears in my eyes?
Because I love this land deeply...
< p> November 17, 1938