Seek a poem about the labor beauty of Chinese dream

Maybe no one dreams and understands//You still work hard and remain silent//Even if you are tempered//You still cling to your dream//Chinese dream-the beauty of labor.

The sea becomes a mulberry field, and the mulberry field becomes the sea-time has brought great changes to the world.

In a flash

A huge dome

Feathers float lightly.

And give birth to me, support me and give me a deep motherland.

Blood-

Cast my heart!

Dream—

Lift my heart!

Because of labor

Dust can create the world.

Because of labor

Hair can turn the earth.

Because of labor

Sand ashes can build legends.