To ask who I am, I was reluctant to answer before.
Because I'm afraid, I'm afraid of jokes from children in the city.
Our campus is too small for a pommel horse.
Our school has a simple building and often moves.
Our classroom is dark, with only a few watts of light.
Our desks and chairs are very old, so we crunched on them.
But our homework is neat and our grades are not bad!
Ask me what I want to say most at the moment.
I love my mother, and I love my father!
Because it was mom who swept the streets of the city wider and wider,
Because it was dad who built the tall buildings in the new century.
Beijing's 2008 is also our 2008.
The teacher accompanied it with music, and the students painted it into a picture.
In the composition class, we wrote the following words:
Others compare with my parents, and I will compare with others tomorrow!
Children of migrant workers, like children in cities, are treasures of China and flowers of the motherland!
Dear grandparents, parents and children all over the country, we wish you a happy New Year!