Poetry recitation about children entering school for the first time.

I stand in front of the map of my motherland.

I had a dream:

Become a god, become immortal,

Give birth to clairvoyance,

Standing at the top,

Look at the mountains;

I used to yearn for:

Like an eagle, like a swallow,

Spread your wings in the wind,

From the mouth of the Yangtze River,

Fly to the water source ...

Take Wan Li Road,

This is my wish;

Reading thousands of books,

Learn to drop water through a stone.

This is not a dream:

At this moment,

I stood in front of the map of my motherland,

Wanshan stands taller than others,

Run to the fundus;

Hundreds of rivers return to the sea,

Into my heart.

Look at these colors.

Are image language:

Golden desert,

Dark brown is a mountain,

Blue is the lake,

Green is the plain,

Light blue is swamp,

Light gray is the bay. ...

Mom, let me tell you something:

I'm healthy,

Eyes as bright as stars,

Eyebrows bent like the moon,

Like a loose body,

If the face blooms,

Because I have one

9,600,000 square kilometres

A huge cradle ...