Resurrected land
Ai Qing
Decadent days
Has sunk to the bottom of the river,
Let running water wash it.
Almost no trace.
Heshanshang
Where the footsteps of spring pass,
There are flowers and grass everywhere,
From the jungle over there
It came out, too.
A bird loyal to the season
Sing loudly.
Sowers
It's time to sow,
We are willing to work hard for us.
The earth will multiply.
Gold particles.
At this moment,
You, sad poet,
Should also brush away the melancholy of the past,
Let hope wake up in your own heart.
A heart that has been hurt for a long time.
Because, the land where we died,
Under the bright sky
Has been resurrected!
-suffering has also become a memory,
In its warm chest
Re-vortex
Will be the blood of the combatants.
Shanghai-Hangzhou Road1July 6, 937.
(Excerpted from North, Cultural Life Publishing House, 1942, 1 version)