There will be a poetry reading contest in our class. I wrote a series of words as the host. The name of the poem is: I love this land, homesickness, ...

When imperialist soldiers trample on the motherland cruelly, maybe we will help the earth with injured palms like Dai.

Motherland, my dear motherland, let us understand Shu Ting's love for the motherland and experience this deep and passionate love.

What is an oak tree? I haven't seen it, no ~