Who am I? I am the flower of the motherland. I am the future of my motherland. Although my strength is very small, there are many flowers like me in my motherland, and there are many futures of our motherland. So when we grow up, we must make our motherland beautiful.

Because one person's strength is very small, but if we unite, there will be infinite strength.

Who am I? I am a rock in the cold wind. I piled there, motionless. But I think the cold wind blows down and makes the snow float. I will stand still. Because I must learn to be strong.