I Love This Land
If I were a bird,
I would sing with my hoarse voice:
Of this land was buffeted by storms,
Of this river turbulent with our grief,
Of these angry winds ceaselessly blowing,
And of the dawn, infinitely gentle over the woods...
——Then I would die,
And even my feathers would rot in the soil.
Why are my eyes always brimming with tears?
Because I love this land so deeply.作者: liulili544 时间: 2014-10-28 11:55