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. ...
My imitation: "I love this sea"
If I were a fish,
I should also swim with my weak body,
The rough waves beat against the coast,
This surging wave will impact us forever,
If I were a bird, I would also sing with a hoarse throat: this land that was hit by the storm, this river that is always surging with sadness and indignation, this angry wind that blows endlessly, and the incomparable gentle dawn from the forest ... Then I died, and even my feathers rotted on this land.
Why do I often cry? Because I love this land deeply ... I wrote: I love you, mom! If I were a dove of peace, I would definitely sing with a beautiful throat: this waist bent by work, this forever flowing mother's love, this tireless caring arm, and the incomparably warm tomorrow from the heart ...-Then I flew down and landed on a beautiful cold plum branch. Why do I always have olives in my mouth? Because I love my mother deeply ... well, I can get extra points ~ ~ ~ ~ `.
I love this land. If I were a bird, I would love this land.
Ai Qing
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. ...
I wrote:
I love you, Mom!
If I were a dove of peace,
I will definitely sing with a beautiful voice:
This waist is bent by work,
This will always be my maternal love,
This tireless arm of care,
And a warm tomorrow in my heart ...
Then I flew down,
Fall on a beautiful cold plum.
Why do I always have olives in my mouth?
Because I love my mother deeply. ...
All right, you get extra points ~ ~ ~ ~ `.
4. If I were a moth and imitate "I love this land",
I should also fly with delicate wings;
This is still taken through the lampshade.
This will always burn the flame of our efforts,
It consumes its own candle tears all the time in fanaticism,
Stars from the distant sky.
Then, I died,
Even the wings are burning in flames.
Why do I long for fire?
Because I love light deeply.
I like this stream.
Wu linjuan
If I were a fish,
I should also swim thin.
The stream was struck by lightning,
This will sweep our fast-moving ocean forever,
This hot air blows everywhere,
Charming dusk in the desert ...
Then, I died,
Even fish scales rot in streams.
Why do I often leave memories in my mind,
Because I love this stream deeply. ...
If I were a bird,
I should also fly with broken wings:
This big tree bathed in sunshine,
This will wash the nectar in our hearts forever,
This quiet and lingering warm wind,
The incomparable light from heaven. ...
-then, I smiled;
Even the songs echoed in the sky.
Why is there always hope in my heart?
Because I love this tree purely. ...
Only the cloud knows.
If I were a cloud,
I should also mourn with white wings:
This morning, shrouded in dense fog,
This will always mark our bumpy road,
This sporadic flower blooms indomitable,
The faint starlight in the sky ...
Then, I left,
There is not a trace left.
Why are you the protagonist in my dream?
Because you are all my prayers. ...
Persistence and eternity
If I were a tree.
I can also use dead leaves,
Dance against the wind.
The body was destroyed by the cold autumn wind.
This arm was hit by the cold autumn rain.
These hands were frozen with cold autumn frost.
It looks forward to emerging from the clouds next spring.
The first ray of sunshine falls. ...
Then I came back to life,
Even the lark sings in my palm.
Why do I long for a new life?
Because I am temporarily obsessed with eternity.