Ai Qing said: Poetry is a message sent by human beings to the future, and it gives human beings the courage to move towards their ideals. This is the essence of poetic beauty. The beauty of poetry flashes out in the rolling wheels of history, and in the struggle between new things and old things.

Ai Qing, the sun.

From ancient tombs, from the dark ages.

From the other side of the stream of human death,

Shock the sleeping mountains,

If the fire wheel whirls above the sand dunes,

The sun is rolling towards me.

With its hard-to-conceal light,

it makes life breathe and makes tall trees dance towards him.

Let the rivers run towards it with wild songs.

When it comes, I hear

the chrysalis of winter insects turning underground.

The crowd spoke loudly in the open field.

The city summons it from afar

With electricity and steel.

So my heart was torn apart by the hands of fire.

The stale soul is abandoned by the river.

I am convinced of the rebirth of mankind,

Spring of 1937.