A 300-word poem praising Lei Feng's spirit is still a 300-word poem praising the motherland.

My motherland, my beloved motherland. You are a cock with your head held high-wake up the silence of dawn, you are a soaring dragon-the storm of the times, you are a magnificent lion-dancing the glory of China, and you are the origin of human wisdom-igniting the spark of civilization. You have a sacred name, and that is China! That's China, my motherland. My beloved motherland, you are a dragon that has taken off in nine days, with waves and flowers. You are the spring rain sprinkled on the clouds, and thousands of years of cultural customs have become the essence of our country. The shining Venus on the national flag is the tears of the revolutionary predecessors, and the development and progress of various places have left a mark on the land of China. The fertility of that hometown land has bred a country with a large population, and the spacecraft flying in the universe is an exploration of countless wisdom. Looking at the national flag flying in space, the tears of hundreds of millions of people moistened their eyes. This is mine. Over the past 30 years, the horn of the motherland's reform and opening up has resounded through every corner. It is generally believed that this is the pulse of the unity of the people of all ethnic groups in my motherland. The baptism of disasters again and again has shaped the tightly held national soul. This is the blood of my motherland flowing into her heart, showing a raging flame in Xiangyun, flying all over the world. This is my motherland, which makes our new generation of young people dedicate themselves, shoulder the heavy responsibility and sing a song that resounds through the sky. This is my motherland, and my love for her has been deeply branded into my bones. My beloved motherland