Recitation is a language art, and the individual role of recitation is the direct implementer of recitation. So how can a 3-minute language recitation be touching? Below I have compiled 3 minutes of touching recitation materials for your reading reference.
3-minute touching recitation material part 1
A maple tree
No matter it is the silent spring flowers blooming in the hall, or the white snow falling on the ground. Boots, I can always think of that green maple tree at a certain time. In the light and heat of summer, in the rain and wind of summer, it stretches its branches and leaves to its heart's content, absorbs the rain, grows and distributes to its heart's content. Out of vitality. Sometimes there will be birds singing on it, sometimes there will be a breeze blowing across its face, and sometimes there will be rain and dew sprinkled on it?
Sometimes, there will be us naughty children climbing up. off his shoulders.
That is a maple tree planted on the campus. In summer, it is full of green. No one knows what it is thinking, no one knows what it wants to do, it just stands in the wind, watching us singing under the tree.
The sky on campus is always quiet, azure, and the blue sky is like a huge piece of glass. When a bird flies over in the sky, or a white cloud floats by, the maple tree Tree, what joy it must be!
It holds its head high, letting the branches and leaves on its body sing a tireless song of joy in the wind. It holds its head high, watching the people coming and going above it. Clouds and flocks of birds flying around? Birds are angels in the world and partners of the tree. When the tree is at its most lonely, the birds will land on the tree and whisper to it, telling it what is happening in the sky. Stories, and the secrets of clouds and sun.
The school is often filled with the sound of books, and the sound of children’s reading echoes in the school for a long time. I think that tree has heard the sound of our reading too much, and it should be a little dark. If this tree had a soul, it would use the words it learned to compose a modern poem.
What is going to come will eventually come. For example, in that incident that was undoubtedly a matter of life and death for the maple tree, my family had to pull a wire wrapped with thin wire and happened to pass the maple tree. The wire wrapped in iron wire was tightly inserted into its body, but it was still alive. The wire was pulled straight by the locomotive. When it passed the tree, it cut into its body without hesitation. Then, dragged by the locomotive, it cut through its skin and cut into its flesh and blood. its body.
When I was in the classroom, I was always worried about it. I was worried that it would break and end its glorious life, but, you know, it didn’t die. After class, I hurriedly ran to see it. I saw the thick wire deeply inserted into its body, and I seemed to hear its groan of pain.
The choke point is just under the crown of the tree. Next to the crown of the tree, the iron wire has been strangled into its body. If it had blood, thick blood should flow out. !
I feel sorry for it, but I didn’t say it. Many years later, I opened the photo album of my memory again, and its green image is still vivid in my mind. Just like yesterday, I looked at it. Among the blurry figures in the photo album, it is the only one that is so clear.
After graduating from middle school, I finally came to a big city and saw a different scenery from the mountain village. I breathed the air full of copper smell and walked on the busy but seemingly deserted streets. All disharmony reminds me of the maple tree, the maple tree that was strangled into the body by the wire.
I miss it, but it’s my maple tree. If you are far away, will you miss me? I miss you just like I miss my mother in my hometown, but it’s my maple tree. , have you ever reminded me gently on a sunny day?
I suspect that something called responsibility is calling me, calling me back to the place where I was born and raised. Because my roots are there. There are my maple trees and my folks.
However, can I go back? I can only work hard in the city in order to survive and for the meager salary. I am as busy as a top, and I can only be like a top, otherwise I will have no place to stand.
That is a flowerless tree, it is looking at me in the wind, watching me, watching how I swim upstream, looking for the meaning of life.
After I got married, I returned to that small mountain village. I saw familiar faces that I hadn’t seen for a long time, but what I was most anxious to see was the maple tree, the maple tree that was strangled into the body by wires. I looked at it on the hillside of the mountain village, and I saw a tree with a green shade on top. It lived so freely and freely.
That is a tree in the mountains, that is a tree that has taken root in my heart. It is calling me, calling me, I will come back, I will come back, my maple Tree? 3-minute touching recitation material part 2
What is touching? A thousand people have a thousand answers. However, no one can tell an emotionless person what touching is. Because moving is not expressed with words, but with heart.
Moved, like refreshing sweet spring.
Drinking from the sweet spring, our hearts become clear and bright.
Touched, like the intoxicating sea breeze. Feeling the sea breeze makes our hearts pure and spacious.
Touching, like the heartbreaking white snow. Appreciating the white snow, our hearts become quiet and peaceful.
When there are no moving footprints in this world, it will become a frozen world. Cold and ruthless.
Friends, please pull your heart out of the mire! Please make a little space to carry this touch that is enough to make us recall a lifetime!
Life is like a song Poems, reciting poems silently, each word contains a mood. Small poems tell our stories, small words reveal our moods, and are colorful.
Life in junior high school is like a song. Listening to the song, every beating note is a unique protagonist. There are always waves and ups and downs in the beautiful melody, but it still continues like a flowing stream.
Life in junior high school is like a dance. Appreciate the dance. Every movement embodies a feeling. Between friends, teachers and students, following the light steps, a different kind of love is created.
In a blink of an eye, this book and poem have come to an end, and this song and dance are also coming to an end. In fact, memories are always the most beautiful: looking back, it is a yesterday full of joy. Yesterday, there were arguments in our classroom; yesterday, there were our runs on the court; yesterday, there were our struggles in the examination room; yesterday, there were our singings in the candlelight? Even though the years have passed, space has separated us, and time has dispersed you and me. , but this memory will never fade.
Friends, please pull your heart out of the mire! Please make a little space to carry this touch that is enough to make us recall our lives! 3-minute touching recitation material part 3
Yes, he is back
Yes, he is back, he is back.
A grasshopper stopped steadily on the window lattice outside the window, just stopping there, occasionally stretching its legs, and then stopping again. I know, that is a grasshopper from summer. He said. He loves midsummer the most, the chirping of cicadas in midsummer, the scorching heat in midsummer, and the popsicle with a thin layer of ice that still exudes a coolness.
But in his favorite midsummer, he died. People said that he went to another place, where there was no fighting, no fighting, no words exchanged, not even a roll of the eyes. So he went there and never returned.
It’s still midsummer in June, and the scorching hot weather seems to be draining the people’s sweat. He's back, he's back. In March, he rode a midsummer grasshopper and eagerly arrived from the distant future. That day, the weather was unusually hot, a heat that shouldn't be expected in spring. It was hot, but it brought with it midsummer grasshoppers. Their emerald-green clothes seemed to despise a midsummer. But, he is back, he is back.
He often said to us: No matter in the past, present or future, I will be by your side. But one midsummer, he left in such a hurry, without even saying goodbye to the student he loved. In the mountains, only a bunch of children were left crying hoarsely.
But someone came to teach us again. In the first class, he opened the textbook and said, let’s teach a new lesson, "Night Mooring on the Maple Bridge" by Zhang Ji. He began to read aloud and asked us to read after him. However, in the silent classroom, no one read with him.
?What’s wrong? Read. The moon is setting, crows are crying, the sky is full of frost, the river maple is fishing and the fire is facing melancholy, the Hanshan Temple outside the city of Suzhou, the midnight bell is ringing for the passenger ship. ?
?The moon is setting, the crows are crying, the sky is full of frost, Jiang Feng is fishing and the fire is facing Chou Mian? Sorry, teacher, this lesson has already been taught. ?The monitor said, his voice was very calm. But from his emotional tone, I seemed to hear the deep cry from the depths of the universe that Pluto was kicked out of the ranks of the nine planets.
The moon is setting and the sky is filled with crows and frost. Jiang Feng is fishing and facing Chou Mian? He vaguely remembers that day when the mountain flowers were blooming. He is going back to the city. The teaching task has been completed, and everything here has nothing to do with him. However, he couldn't bear to leave, he couldn't bear to leave this classroom about dreams and ideals.
However, he has to go. There is a beautiful woman waiting for him in the city.
So on that starry night, at midnight, he left. He was afraid that he would not be able to withstand the students' repeated attempts to stay.
He has to go. No matter how many dreams were recorded here, he had to go and find a home in the city.
So he left, when the mountain flowers were blooming all over the wilderness, he left. At midnight, the sky was full of stars, and he left quietly.
After crossing two mountains, it was daybreak. He looked back at this place that gave him so much joy. He seemed to see the children's eyes eager for knowledge again.
However, he must go to the city to meet his fiancée.
The moment he turned back, the sun's rays emerged from the horizon, spreading across the wilderness with golden light.
The camellias were blooming beautifully in the mountains, but he was leaving.
Can you keep me? He prayed silently in his heart. If a student stood up and said, "Teacher, don't leave, we need you." He would stay. However, at this time , the only thing accompanying him in the field was a long figure stretched by the rays of the sun.
?Teacher, don’t go!? He seemed to hear the students saying.
? Teacher, don’t leave!?
The voice rang in the mountains. He wondered if his ears had heard it wrong, but the voice was so familiar, it should be Xingwa.
"Teacher, don't leave!" It was Shantao's voice. He looked back eagerly with tears in his eyes.
Soon after, his beautiful and beautiful wife came from the city. Come on. Don't worry, I'm not here to force you. I just want an answer. Who is more important among these students? She also had tears in her eyes, as if she wanted to accuse him.
His Adam's apple moved and he was speechless. The last sentence was: "Students are important, they are everything to me."
What about me?
I will give it to you too. One choice, stay, go away, never come back
The next few days were a cold war, but in the end, she stayed.
That day, the mountain flowers were blooming most beautifully.
Today, a long time later, we still remember that day, the day when the camellias bloomed most beautifully. People will never forget it, just like the life that passed away at a young age.
p>When the boat of life sails on the sea, people don’t know how far or how long it can sail. However, if the boat of life capsizes, countless people will shed affectionate tears for him. I think. , this kind of overthrow is the most worthwhile.
He left. He finally couldn't resist the trick of the god of fate, and left forever.
Wearing a white veil for a day. , she packed her bags and came to school. From then on, this was my home. She stayed, just like he decided to stay.
I met a teacher, and he was also very young. The first lesson was "Night Mooring on the Maple Bridge"
The moon was setting and the sky was filled with crows and frost, and Jiang Fengyuhuo was silent in the quiet classroom.
It’s still March when thousands of flowers are blooming. He’s back, he’s back, and the grasshoppers outside the window are reporting the news of his return.
More exciting content on the next page? 3 minutes of touching recitation material