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"I Love This Land" Author: Ai Qing If I were a bird, I would also sing with a hoarse throat: This land hit by storms, This river that is always surging with our grief and anger, This endlessly blowing angry wind, And the incomparably gentle dawn from the forest... - Then I died, Even my feathers rotted in the land. Why do I always have tears in my eyes? Because I love this land deeply...