Look for the poem "Who Am I"

In the past, someone asked me who I was

I was always reluctant to answer

Because I was afraid

I was afraid of the children in the city Joke

Their parents sent them to school

Honking the whole way

Either driving a Honda

or a Jetta

Our parents sent us to school

We didn’t speak the whole way

We stared at the cart

The trouser legs were stained with mud

Our campus is very small

There is no room for a pommel horse

Our school building is simple and crude

We are often forced to move

We The tables and chairs are very old

It creaks when you sit on them

But our homework is neat

Our grades are not bad

Today Someone wants to ask me who I am

I want to tell him loudly

I am the child of migrant workers

I am the child of China and the flower of the motherland

The sun is brighter

Grandpa Wen wrote an inscription for us

I hope the project will spread love to us. . .

What do I want to say most?

I love my Beijing,

I love my country!