Selection of materials for "Red Classic Poetry Reading Competition"?

Motherland, my dear motherland Author: Shu Ting I am your shabby old waterwheel by the river, spinning tired songs for hundreds of years, I am a miner's lamp with black forehead, you grope in the tunnel of history, I am a withered ear of rice; 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 one billionth of you. It is the sum of your 9.6 million square meters. You fed me lost, thoughtful and boiling with scarred breasts. Then I will get your richness, your glory and your freedom from my flesh and blood-my motherland, my dear motherland.