Patriotic prose poems

Patriotic prose poems include Motherland, My Dear Motherland, I'm from China, In the middle of a cornfield, I use a damaged palm, and I love this land.

For example:

"Motherland, my dear motherland": I am an old waterwheel worn by your river, spinning tired songs for hundreds of years; When you grope in the tunnel of history, I am a miner's lamp with black forehead; I am the withered ear of rice, the disrepair roadbed; It is a barge on the muddy beach. Pull the rope deep into your shoulder, motherland! I'm poor and I'm sad. I am the pain of your ancestors, the flower that has not landed for thousands of years 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; Motherland! I am one billionth of you, the sum of your 9.6 million square meters; You fed me with scarred breasts, confused me, considerate me and boiled me; Then get your wealth, your glory and your freedom from my flesh and blood; Motherland, my dear motherland!