1, "I love this land": If I were a bird, I would also sing with a hoarse throat: this land hit by the storm will always be filled with our rivers of grief and indignation.
2. This annoying wind blows endlessly, and there is an incomparably gentle dawn coming 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. ...