Ai Qing's five poems, preferably the short one, are poems without writing comments, thank you.

Ai Qing's five short poems are as follows:

1, "Tree" Ai Qing

A tree, a tree

Stand apart from each other

Wind and air

Tell them the distance

But under the cover of soil,

Their roots are growing.

In the unseen depths

They twisted the roots together.

2, "I love this land" Ai Qing

If I were a bird,

I should also sing with a hoarse throat:

This land hit by the storm,

This river of sadness and anger will surge forever,

This endless wind,

And the gentle dawn from the forest ...

And then I died,

Even feathers rot in the ground.

Why do I often cry?

Because I love this land deeply. ...

3. The Pond in Winter Ai Qing

Ponds in winter,

Lonely as an old man's heart—

A painstaking effort that has experienced the world;

Ponds in winter,

As dry as an old man's eyes—

Worn by hard work;

Ponds in winter,

As barren as an old man's hair—

Hair is as thin and gray as frost grass.

Ponds in winter,

As gloomy as a sad old man—

An old man hunched his back under a gloomy sky.

4. "Handcart" Ai Qing

In the area where the Yellow River flows.

At the bottom of countless dry rivers

A cart with only one wheel.

Make a harsh sound and shake the gloomy sky.

Bud overcame cold and silence.

From the foot of the mountain

To the foot of the mountain

It echoes the sadness of the people in the north.

On a cold day

Between poor villages and small villages

Trolley with independent wheels

Deep rutting on the gray loess layer

Across the vast desert

From this road

Which way?

Intertwined with the sadness of the people in the north.

5, "Dove Whistle" Ai Qing

Sunny days in the north

A vast area

I like its color.

Bluer than the sea.

How I want to fly.

High altitude vortex

Give an intoxicating roar

The sound travels farther and farther. ...

If anyone can understand

This melodious melody

He would prefer blue.

-Sunny days in the north

The above is for reference.