First-year students recite the article: Morning on the prairie? Bang! Bang! ? The loud whip broke the silence of dawn. The grassland covered with new green woke up.
The sheep crowded into the pen and ran to the endless grassland. The herdsmen mounted their horses and chased the happy sheep.
In the distance, flocks of sheep fluttered like white clouds, and the shepherd's song echoed under the blue sky.
First-year students recite articles: I think author: Gao Hongbo.
I want to turn my hand into a branch of a peach tree.
With a bunch of buds,
Drifting in the wind.
Wow, cuckoo's voice is singing.
I want to turn my feet into willow roots, reach into the wet and soft land and absorb sweet nutrition.
Long, long into a green tent.
I want to become a kite, floating in the high sky, and see how soft the white clouds are. The sun has how bright!
Look, I see the magical classroom of nature.
The first-year students recite the article: In the morning of early winter, there is a vast white fog.
The towers and mountains in the distance are out of sight. The fields and Woods nearby are like a layer of yarn, vaguely.
The sun is like a red ball, rising slowly, giving off a faint light, which is not dazzling at all.
All the crops in the field have been harvested, and people are busy harvesting cabbage in the garden.
The fog slowly dispersed and the sun was shining.
Towers and mountains can be seen in the distance. You can also see clearly the fields and Woods nearby. There are many big persimmons hanging on the persimmon tree, which are like red lanterns. A thick layer of yellow leaves fell in the forest. Only pine trees and cypresses are not afraid of cold, and they are still so green.
The first-year students recite the article: the hive classroom is like a hive.
Arranged tables and chairs, is a grid honeycomb, orderly.
When the bell rings, you check one, I check one, and everyone sits down. Learn from teachers' teaching and look for books in various subjects. Sometimes follow the long river of history and fly to distant ancient times; Sometimes flying around in today's scientific community; Sometimes this book is loud; Sometimes writing rustles. Collect, explore and accumulate in the ocean of knowledge. Like a golden bee collecting pollen in a sea of flowers, it buzzes around the camp and yearns. Busy storing honey in the hive.
Ah! Sweet beehive.
First-year students recite the article: the spring breeze in the small pond. My sister blew a sigh gently and the small pond woke up. The water waves in the pond sparkle like a big bright eye. The reeds by the pond have grown like long eyelashes.
White clouds are reflected in the pond like a flock of white geese. The sun is reflected in the pond like a bright red balloon. The crescent moon is reflected in the pond like a curved boat. The stars are reflected in the pond, like many shining pearls. The bright small pond and beautiful big eyes reflect a colorful world.
First-year students recite articles: the wind on the sea is a flower god. When you come, you will splash 10 thousand waves.
The wind on the sea is a pianist. When it comes, it plays ten thousand kinds of music.
The wind on the sea is Hercules. When it comes, it will send away 10,000 pieces of Yun Fan.
The wind on the sea is a lion. When it roars, it sets off a huge wave.
The first-year students recite the article: Sun, are you a painter? Author: Zhang Qiusheng
Sun, are you a painter?
You paint the beach golden, just like a coast paved with gold;
You paint the sea blue, like a crystal clear blue crystal;
You painted the clouds in the sky so white, like a soft gauze?
You see, the two children on the beach are so white, but you paint them as two dark stones. How strong is it? Rock? .
Sun, are you a painter?
First-year students recite articles: Bird Island is over, and the campus is like Bird Island.
Beautiful symphonies whirled around this promised land. Under the flowers, on the lawn playground, sweatshirts, colorful skirts? Flying, flowing figure, rotating dance steps, graceful charm, like a bird flying leisurely, jumping happily, dancing like a bird spreading its wings and resting quietly. Singing and laughing are like birds singing heartily in the noise of the tide.
Bathe in the sunshine together, enjoy the joy, add warmth and enrich happiness.
Ah, a vibrant bird island.
First-year students recite articles: Michelle, a small paper boat.
We came to the stream in the middle of the mountain and folded all kinds of boats with colorful papers. Let it leave us with the breeze and running water.
Small paper boats move on the water and start back and forth. We all clap our hands and cheer for the progress of our paper boats?
The little paper boat took away our childhood fantasies. We don't want to chase each other by the stream.
Look! Even a small paper boat has drifted for so long and so far! We all laughed happily. We say to our fantasy: Go! Small paper boat! Go your separate ways! You have a vast world ahead!
First-year students recite the article: the traveler's song Michelle
I am willing to be a long-term loyal traveler. I walk between mountains and oceans. I cross mountains, rivers and countless paths. I want to make friends with mountains, oceans, rivers and roads.
Dashan makes me strong, calms me down and makes me grow like a lush forest.
The sea makes me open-minded and passionate.
All the rivers make me agile and lively, and move forward forever?
I am willing to walk in these places all my life, find these things from them and distribute them to everyone's heart?
So I am willing to be a long-distance traveler who is faithful to life.