Xiaolanhua
Driving on a blue hillside
On a purple rock.
Xiaolanhua
Bluer than the clear sky in autumn.
Bluer than sapphire
Xiaolanhua
This is Shan Ye's smile
Lonely and affectionate
In 1956
2. I love this land.
If I were a bird,
I should also sing with a hoarse throat:
This land hit by the storm,
This river is always filled with our sadness and anger.
The angry wind blows endlessly.
And the gentle dawn from the forest ...
-Then I died.
Even feathers rot in the ground.
Why do I often cry?
Because I love this land deeply. ...
3. That tree
A tree, a tree
Isolate each other
Wind and air
Tell them the distance
But under the cover of soil,
Their roots have been elongated.
In the unseen depths
They are wrapped around the roots.
1940 Spring