-Goethe
I love this land
by Ai Qing
If I were a bird,
I should also sing in a hoarse throat:
This land hit by the storm,
This river of sorrow and indignation will always surge,
This is blowing endlessly and irritating.
why do I always have tears in my eyes?
Because I love this land deeply ...
Bing Xin's poems <; Stars ~ spring water >
A successful flower
People only admire its brilliance when it appears
At the beginning, its buds were soaked with tears of struggle
and the blood rain of sacrifice was scattered all over.