Write a poem of no more than 25 lines with the theme of "the motherland is in my heart" or "singing about the motherland"

1 October1Sunday is the birthday of my motherland, which is a little different from mine. My birthday was given by my mother. People who give it to their motherland are called heroes. Maybe I am too young to sing such a profound theme of reform and opening up, which is already a very complicated historical background for me. But, ah, I can feel my motherland, you are in my heart, and you are under my concern. The first rosy clouds flying in the morning, the bright red rising in Ran Ran, always flashed in front of my eyes. You echoed in my ears, and a beautiful and majestic note became the rhythm that accompanied me to grow up. You are a three-dimensional statue. The floor plan I have been looking forward to seeing countless times is so fresh in the splendid castle surrounded by flowers. You are one Zhang Shanliang face after another. You are one brand-new tall building after another. You are one magical heaven after another. You are the dragon motherland that takes off one after another. Motherland, I raise my childish arms to greet you. Although my height can't understand your majesty, my steps can't explain your size, my feelings can't accommodate your harmony, and my demands can't be accepted by you. But, ah, I'm ready to be ready at any time. This is my heart, my motherland. When the motherland sings, you can't help singing. Every season in October, your emotions will strongly infect me. I will learn to understand your thoughts. I will bear your great trust bit by bit, connect my life with your love, and regard your tomorrow as the clock of my life. Ai Qing's I Love This Land. If I were a bird, I should also sing with a hoarse throat: this land that was hit by the storm, this river that is always filled with our grief and indignation, this restless wind, and the extremely gentle dawn coming from the forest ...-Then I died, and even my feathers rotted in the land. Why do I often cry? Because I love this land deeply ... my motherland, my dear motherland Shu Ting, I am an old waterwheel worn by your river, spinning tired songs for hundreds of years, I am a miner's lamp on your forehead, and I am a withered ear of rice that you grope for in the tunnel of history; Is it the dilapidated roadbed or the barge on the muddy beach that pulls the rope deeply into your shoulder-the motherland! I am poor, I am sad, I am the painful hope of your ancestors, the flower that has not landed for thousands of years-motherland, I am your brand-new ideal, I just broke free from the spider web of myth, I am the germ of your snow-covered ancient lotus, I am your tearful smile nest, I am the newly painted white starting line, and the crimson dawn is spreading-motherland, I am your billion points. One is the sum of your 9.6 million square meters. You fed me with scarred breasts, confused me, considerate me and boiled me. Then get your richness, your glory and your freedom from my flesh and blood-my dear motherland, Guo Moruo, my girl! I live up to your kindness and you live up to my thoughtfulness. I burned like this for the person I love! Ah, my lady! You should know my predecessor. Don't you think I am a reckless slave? Need me, a black slave, with a heart like fire. Ah, my lady! I think my predecessor used to be a useful pillar. Buried alive for many years, until now I have to see the light again. Ah, my lady! I have often missed my hometown since I saw the light of day again. I burned like this for the person I love! A hundred years' expectation is no longer a dream. The 2008 Olympic Games is no longer an extravagant hope. The Great Wall is happy to exult for you and indulge in the river. A song for you. Wish you all the best. My 2008 Olympic Games will convey your touching music. Beijing Bird's Nest will open your charming chest, and the Olympic flame will release your surging pride. My five continents in 2008 wrote a festival symphony for you, and the seven oceans brewed intoxicating fragrance for you. The 17th National Congress of the Communist Party of China has created a colorful dance floor to bless you, and my 2008 golden Beijing is busy for you day and night. The Himalayas will always watch the five-star red flag for you, and song for you will bless you every day. My 2008 Tianshan Snow Lotus presents you with Hada Guilin landscape, holds honeydew melons for you, and the Hexi Corridor covers you with rosy clouds to bless you. My Three Gorges of the Yangtze River in 2008 respects milk tea for you, and the Loess Plateau blows suona for you. Chinese people all over the world bless you. My 2008 gold inlaid jade medal is for you in the bright eyes, Qin terracotta warriors and horses went to Dunhuang to fly for you, and countless blessings came to be intoxicated for you. I plug in flying wings to celebrate colored balls, and I will rise to the blue sky for you. I would like to fly my dream to Beijing, Fuwa, and I will sing for you and praise A Zi Snow Mountain. You shine on the grass day and night and burn for you forever. You are a descendant of the Chinese people. You are the pride of Chinese people. You are edelweiss among thousands of flowers. You are Wumeng, the jade horn dragon on the river of Baili. You are a monument that I will always admire. You are my forever cherished rose. You are the immortal peak of faith writing. You are an eternal poem sung by the Red Army. I miss the Dadu River day and night. Think of the hero who died for you, Jin Sha Shui. Remember those heroes who fight for you every day. You are the long March that I sing forever, the long March that inspires and guides me. You are the music that I will read forever. Pay tribute to the Great Wall. Ah Zi has always wanted to tell you that the Great Wall stands in my heart. You have opened up the greatness of China people through the dust of the years. You always want to tell me about the Great Wall that stands in my dream. You are proud of the world. I've always wanted to be with you and give me the charm of meditation. The Great Wall is the charm of your miracle into the world. I've always wanted to worship you and give me faith. The Great Wall is the backbone of your iron wall. I've always wanted to pay tribute to you. I am proud of the Great Wall of Wan Li. I want to pay tribute to you while running in harmony with the prosperous times. I am proud of the beautiful Great Wall. The five-star red flag flutters in the wind for you. Scenery of Four Seasons in song for you. I've always wanted to pay tribute to you. I can't inspire you The Great Wall is your great hero. I've always wanted to pay tribute to you. The beautiful Great Wall is your unique style. Always want to polish the eyes of the world. I've always wanted to pay tribute to you. Mount Tai and the Yellow River add a chapter for you. Overseas children complain about loneliness. Chang 'e dances for you. I've always wanted to pay tribute to you. Tianshan Mountain and Yangtze River are full of passion for you. China's children