Poetry is limited to 30 lines.

My Chinese dream (poetry) has risen, my China! At the last moment of midnight, I heard your heart beating like the Yellow River, and I heard the echo of time rumbling. The humiliation precipitated by history is Ran Ran's dream of crossing the finish line. Although it has never been forgotten, it does not leave an echo. Rise, my China! Whoever shed tears in silence was deeply stung by the bone marrow. During the Sino-Japanese War of 1894-1895, the splash on Toyota Sea disappeared with the last wisp of smoke on Humen. Bauhinia, deeply rooted in China, and1300 million people listened to the stormy return of Bao Dao. China, an eagle flying in Asia, is calling with the people of the world to fight the sky! Listen, the Yellow River is surging on the waves. Look, the long river of history stands in the east of the world. Black eyes and yellow skin, eulogize the 5,000-year civilization inheritance, motherland, our beloved motherland, you soar like a dragon, declare your Excellence to the world, and show your vigor to future generations. Lovely motherland, I wish you forever strong, the mountains will always be lofty! Rise, my China!