Poetry recitation: We love cross talk at parties.

I love this land. Yes, we all love this land, so when we leave this land, our hearts will be filled with deep homesickness. Let me see Yu Guangzhong's 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 ~