1. "Tree" Ai Qing
A tree, a tree
Standing isolated from each other
Wind and air
Telling their distance
But under the cover of soil
Their roots grow
Invisible depths
They entangled their roots
2. "I Love This Land" Ai Qing
If I were a bird,
I should also sing with my hoarse throat:
This land battered by storms,
This river that forever surges with our sorrow and indignation,
This The angry wind that blew endlessly,
And the extremely gentle dawn coming from the forest...
——Then I died,
Even the feathers rot in the earth.
Why do I always have tears in my eyes?
Because I love this land deeply...