Modern Poetry & gt (Ai Qing)

From the dark ages

From the other side of the stream of human death

Shake the sleeping mountains

If the steam wheel flies over the sand dunes,

The sun is rolling towards me. ...

It's hard to hide the light.

Breathe life

Let tall trees and branches dance with it.

Let the river run to it with crazy songs

I heard it when it came.

Insect pupae that sting in winter are spinning underground.

The crowd spoke loudly in the clearing.

A distant city

Call it electricity and steel.

So my heart and chest

Torn by the hand of fire

A stale soul

Abandoned by the river

I have a firm belief in human regeneration.