Ai Qing
Spring has arrived.
The peach blossoms in Longhua are in bloom.
It's open on those nights.
On those bloody nights.
There were no stars in those nights.
It was windy those nights.
Those nights listening to widows sobbing
This ancient land
Like a hungry beast at any time
Lick the blood of young people.
The blood of a tenacious man's son
So after a long winter.
After the ice and snow season
After infinite drowsiness and expectation.
These bloodstains. Blood.
On a mysterious night
In the dark of the east
Burst countless buds.
Spring is everywhere in Jiangnan.
People ask: Where does spring come from?
I said: from the tomb hole in the suburbs.
April 1937