What are the mother tongue poems?

I love my motherland, and I love my mother tongue. My mother tongue is the waves of the Yellow River, which is full of blood. My mother tongue is the mystery of my star-like ancestors. My mother tongue is the ancient silk road spit out from the mouth of spring silkworm. My mother tongue is the folk song "China with Spring Birds Jumping to the Top". My mother tongue is the rainy lane where cloves condense. My mother tongue is red plum in full bloom in the proud snow. My mother tongue is an indelible homesickness. My mother tongue is lightning that opens the sky and blows the horn of dawn.