Poetry recitation of caring volunteers

Song of volunteers-don't ask me who I am. Don't ask me who I am in the drizzle of spring. I am on the land where I sow. Maybe I am just a bud. I am willing to use my life to hold you up and pick a bunch of warm sunshine. Don't ask me who the mountains and rivers are in summer. Maybe I'm just the youngest. I would like to use all my light to illuminate the thorns and bumps under your feet. Don't ask me who it is in the warm autumn sunshine. I harvest crops in the field. Maybe I am just a weathered dandelion. I want to be a happy and satisfied dancer and enjoy a once-in-a-lifetime flight. Don't ask me who I am. I am happy in the winter snow. Maybe I'm just a snowman. I would like to be the best passer-by in your life, with limited scenery and short-lived beauty. Don't ask me who I am. Please don't ask me who I am on the sea of Wang Yang. I am just a wave in the long river of time, just a blink of an eye, but my love will always warm your heart. My spirit will spread endlessly and forever in the world. Don't ask me who I am, please don't ask me who I am. Please remember, we have a resounding name-volunteers!