Read English poetry and find yourself.

(1) Motherland, my dear motherland Shu Ting, I am an old waterwheel worn by your river, spinning tired songs for hundreds of years; I am a miner's lamp blackened on your forehead, shining and groping in the tunnel of your history; I am a withered ear of rice; It is a roadbed that has been in disrepair for a long time; It is the barge on the muddy beach that pulls the rope deep into your shoulder; -the motherland! I'm poor and I'm sad. I am the pain of your ancestors, and I am a flower that never falls to the ground between the sleeves of "flying"; -the motherland! I am your brand-new ideal, just breaking away from the spider web of myth; I am the germ of your ancient lotus under the snow; I am your laughing vortex with tears hanging; I am the newly painted white starting line; What is breaking out is the crimson dawn; -the motherland! I am one billionth of you, the sum of your 9.6 million square meters; You nurtured me a scarred * * *, a considerate me, a boiling me; Then get your richness, your glory and your freedom from my flesh and blood; -Motherland, my dear motherland! 1979.4.(2) Motherland, I am proud of you, because you are a majestic huabiao, which makes your tall and straight body dawn, because you are a majestic Tiananmen Square, and the wind and cloud can usher in the rising sun. In the ear of history, there was a rumbling echo of the salute, which was the echo of the vicissitudes of China. A giant looked down at the world and the whole world heard its loud voice. When the first five-star red flag, Ran Ran, was raised, the flag of victory fluttered in the wind and the people raised their heads. The whole world saw that the people of China stood up from now on! This period of history embodies grandeur and depicts the sunshine in October to the fullest. This momentum is passionate, and a monument stands in the east of the world. Moderns wrote a glorious chapter of the new China with vigorous hands, and the people proudly pointed out the country. The painful mother wiped away her tears and revealed her inner joy. The motherland bravely moved towards prosperity and eulogized our history. There is a myth of Pangu's creation, which shines with the light of life Eulogize our history and spread it in this barren land with the glory of the four great inventions. Eulogize our history, with the enlightenment of Laozi and Confucius, and the flame of thousands of years of civilization illuminates us.