If I were a bird, I would write a poor imitation of the worst poem.

Imitate if I were a bird

If I were a bird,

I should also sing with my undulating throat:

This earth illuminated by warm sunshine,

This river always plays our songs softly,

This endless breeze,

Gorgeous rosy clouds on the horizon,

Even though I'm exhausted,

I also want to fly my feathers in this beautiful land.

Why is my face always filled with joy,

Because I am deeply grateful to this land-

If I were a bird,

I should also sing in a clear voice:

This yellow land with a splendid history of 5,000 years,

This will always grow with happiness and pure rain and dew.

This evergreen tree is still tall and straight after the backlog of rain and snow.

And the dawn of the sun ......

-Then I died.

In this land, even feathers will rot.

Why is there always a smile on my face?

Because I love this land deeply.

If I were an eagle.

I should also flap my wings and sing.

This land is bathed in reform.

This river flows with our happy mood.

The wind of happiness blowing from this new era

And extremely exciting germination from green bushes.

-Then I was born again

Grow new wings

Why are there tears in my eyes?

Because I love this land deeply.

I pursue the light.

If I were a moth

I should also use exquisite wings to pursue:

The light still shines through the lampshade.

Only in this way can we keep burning the flame of striving for progress.

It consumes your wax tears all the time in fanaticism.

And the constant warmth brought by the blazing heat ...

-Then I died.

Even the body burns in the light

Why do my wings always catch fire?

Because of my unremitting pursuit of that light ...

I love teachers.

If I were a cloud

I also want to lower my head and listen with my small eyes.

This health was swallowed up by chalk dust.

These deep eyes are always full of encouragement.

This endless profound teaching

And the hard figure in the light

-Then I disappeared.

Even the soul haunts her.

Why am I not sad?

Because I like her. ...

I love this world.

If I were a dandelion

I should also fly out with my soft body and look out.

This grassland surrounded by rosy clouds

This proud river that flows forever

This tireless bird.

Beautiful bright moonlight ...

-Then I got tired.

Fall on the grassland

Why is there always a smile on my face?

Because my love for this world is fierce. ...