The full text of Ai Qing's> poems

About love (Ai Qing)

This world,

Everything is old;

Only love.

But always young.

This world,

Full of deception,

Only love.

But always naive.

As long as there is love,

Fish swim in the water,

Birds are flying in the sky,

The night is also transparent.

Lovelorn,

A piano with broken strings,

A lamp without oil,

It is also very cold in summer.