I love this land - Ai Qing
If I were a bird,
I should also sing with a hoarse throat:
This storm-beaten land,
This ever-raging river of our sorrow and indignation,
This angry wind that blows endlessly,
And the extremely gentle dawn that came from the forest
——Then I died,
Even the feathers rotted in the earth.
Why do I always have tears in my eyes?
Because I love this land deeply