每天讀一點(diǎn)英文:那些年那些詩(shī) 60 我愛(ài)這土地

I Love This Land

If I were a bird,

I would sing with my hoarse voice

Of this land 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…