| 我爱这土地 
 假如我是一只鸟,
 我也应该用嘶哑的喉咙歌唱:
 这被暴风雨所打击着的土地,
 这永远汹涌着我们的悲愤的河流,
 这无止息地吹刮着的激怒的风,
 和那来自林间的无比温柔的黎明……
 ——然后我死了,
 连羽毛也腐烂在土地里面。
 为什么我的眼里常含泪水?
 因为我对这土地爱得深沉…….
 
 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.
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