Imitate the poem in Unit 1, Book 2, Grade 9.

I love this land.

If I were a bird,

I should also sing with a loud voice:

This makes the land that people cultivate,

This will always be the river of our passion,

This happy wind blows endlessly,

And the incomparably gentle dawn from the forest.

Then I dance,

Even feathers are flying in the air.

Why do my eyes always look at the land?

Because I sincerely love this land.