Excerpts of good words, sentences and paragraphs from Ai Qing’s selected poems are as follows:
1. Take off my clothes and leave me naked. Gradually, the light of dawn filled the cold and biting land.
2. The sun is rising from the east. The body submerged in the mist still insisted on standing firm.
3. It’s as if I miss this land so whitely illuminated by the stars. And the extremely subtle light coming from between the leaves.
4. It is as big as the tip of a pen, but it illuminates the dark night.
5. The shape of Tanwu is slowly emerging. Let you make a bright tablecloth made of pure gold silk.
6. Intertwined with the sorrow of the people of the North. I also want to let the weak sprouts sprout and break.
7. I got up from the bed with gratitude in my heart. Embedded in light blue and neat grid shadow.
8. It is filled with depression and joy. The sorrow of the people of the Northern Kingdom resounded throughout.
9. The bright red color is like a lamp of oil in the dark. Spread out on my table by the window.
10. And was haunted by countless nightmares. I also feel your comfort in my heart.
11. The sky is dyed with warm and bright red. Between poor hamlets and hamlets.
12. This endless washing of rain. Such truth cannot be doubted.
13. Shining on the window I haven’t opened for a long time. Orange-red clouds float quietly from the other side of the mountain.
14. You are fresh, gentle and bright. A shrill sound that made the dark sky convulse.
15. The fingertip-like oil candle shows the direction. After a long lonely winter.
16. The fish in the water have lost their warm glow. Bathe my soul in your light.
17. Open the windows and doors that have been closed all winter. Illuminating the hanging wild chrysanthemum in front of the door.
18. With melancholy and nostalgia. Even the shell was shattered into the soil.
19. Deep tracks carved on the gray-yellow soil layer. This land of mud warriors is suppressed by wheeled rituals.
20. Flying against the cold wind with a pair of wings fluttering. Until my life is taken away by death.
21. Wake up the sleeping dog in the shabby woodshed. Make me live passionately and suffer for my ideals.
22. Why are my roots still silent. You nourish my concepts and thoughts with your light and heat.
23. Flying in the ancient wasteland. The bones turned into dusty white were deeply embedded in the reef.
24. There are a few more wrinkles on the sea surface swept by the morning breeze.
25. How intense, how trance-like, and how solemn. Like a goshawk with stern eyes.