Always in the same strain as the land
All the promises and pursuits
Infiltrate into the muscle marrow of the soil bit by bit.
Condensed into my garden and pen plough
When the soul is deeply embedded in this land
I follow the artistic conception of endless thinking.
Create brilliance in the journey of life
The wind in the reclamation area holds up an atmosphere for me.
A drum, a circle and a fragrant thought
The surging emotion of green waves.
Like a breeze, like a drizzle, more like autumn sunshine.
Indulge in the fruit.
The author's deep sleep.
Light from the roots
Shining in my rich countryside
The significance and strength of living between pen and plow
My country poems
Dirty songs, the purity of the grass.
Looking at the land that lost blood after harvest.
A grateful whisper
Self-weak chest broke out again
& lt I love this land >
Ai Qing
I love this land. If I were a bird,
I should also sing with a hoarse throat:
This land hit by the storm,
This river of sadness and anger will surge forever,
This endless wind,
And the gentle dawn from the forest ...-and then I died,
Even feathers rot in the ground.
Why do I often cry?
Because I love this land deeply. ...
unplanted/unsown field
( 1)
Rocks exposed to wind and frost
Polished fragments
Born in a torrent
After the storm, it was calm.
You are naked in the blue sky.
(2)
Mom is shy.
Put weeds on you.
Dotted with green leaves and red flowers
You often roll up your sleeves.
Naked in front of the matchmaker
(3)
Your mother gave you a dowry.
There are not many gold, silver and jewels.
Greedy husband
Touch you carefully
Naked contempt for your face
(4)
Your child
Looks just like you.
Yellow and black skin
You use muddy hands
Let them learn to walk naked.
(5)
Have a son
Envy the height of the rock.
You told him.
That's grandpa's grave.
Naked in your heart
(6)
Your daughter
Get married in the wind and rain
You told them.
Not afraid to accompany the sea
Will be exposed to the morning glow.
Land in China
Liu Zhanqiu
Do you know this magical land?
Buried with golden acacia
Strings of azaleas are colorful.
The goddess' sigh comes from the torrent of the Three Gorges.
From permafrost to green coconut groves in winter.
The rosy waves caressed the beach.
Do you know this song?
Mysterious land
Yellow skin and black hair are beautiful.
A sincere character is like a lake in the breeze.
Stubborn and brave, like the Yangtze River.
There is joy under the frosted grapes.
Hard core opened the opportunity for revival.
Note: The Land of China is selected from Untitled Lyrics (Chongqing Publishing House, 1986).
Wheat field in May
lake
Haizi, the brother of the world
A hug in the wheat field
East, South, North and West
Four brothers in the rye, good brothers
Review the past
Recite their own poems.
A hug in the wheat field
Sometimes I sit alone.
Dream of brothers in the wheat field in May.
I saw pebbles in my hometown rolling all over the river beach.
There is always a curved sky at dusk.
Villages that fill the earth with sadness.
Sometimes I sit alone in the wheat field and recite China's poems for my brothers.
No eyes, no lips
I love this land-Ai Qing.
I love this land.
If I were a bird,
I should also sing with a hoarse throat:
This land hit by the storm,
This river of sadness and anger will surge forever,
This endless wind,
And the gentle dawn from the forest ...-and then I died,
Even feathers rot in the ground.
Why do I often cry?
Because I love this land deeply. ...