"I Love This Land" Author: 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,
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And the extremely gentle dawn from the forest...
——Then I died,
Even my feathers rotted in the earth.
Why do I always have tears in my eyes?
Because I love this land deeply...