1, classic poetry recitation 1: You are an April day on earth.
You are the April day on earth,
Laughter is naive and beautiful.
The dusk is soft and the drizzle is graceful;
The willows are made of goose yellow strips, and the grass is green.
Trees, trees, peaches and apricot flowers are delicate and charming.
Come back with flowers and whisper about Liang.
Happy floating white lotus,
It warms my dreams and I miss your full moon.
2. Classical Poetry Recitation II: Ordinary Romance.
In may,
Holding a long word pole,
Looking for dreams,
In the years when the fingertips are fragrant,
Listen to Yin Feng and wait for the past.
Sing a smooth and smooth time,
Let the plain feelings,
It's soft in the moonlight,
Bow for years,
The oncoming past,
Deduct it into the most common romance.
3. Classical Poetry Recitation III: Eulogize our history.
Praise our history,
There is a myth that Pangu created the world.
Generate the light that shines with life.
Praise our history,
There are four great inventions,
Sow on this barren land.
Praise our history,
With the wisdom of Laozi and Confucius,
The flame of thousands of years of civilization has illuminated us.
Praise our history,
Silk porcelain crossed the ocean,
Everyone knows that this belongs to our hometown.
Praise our history.
In the smoke,
A powerful terracotta army lineup.
Praise our history,
Standing in that solemn place,
The power of the Great Wall in Wan Li.
Praise our history,
Thousands of years of ancient land,
How many tragic stories have been left behind,
The century-old shame hat of the sick man of East Asia,
We finally threw it into the Pacific Ocean,
We have realized our dream of reorganizing rivers and mountains.
4, classic poetry recitation 4: the curtain of dreams.
The moonlight overflowed the small window,
Reflected in the light blue curtain,
At the same time, it filled my heart,
Come into my dream.
Bright moonlight,
Curtains fluttering in the wind,
Here,
Here,
It's this stranger again,
It seems to be a place that has existed in my heart for a long time.
Lilacs outside the window,
The water in the autumn pond,
I
I
I seem to hear a deja vu conversation,
Looking back suddenly,
But no one.
Wandering in confusion,
Whether I'm in a dream.