Or some naive story prose or poetry from the child's own point of view.
What poems or essays are suitable for Tomb-Sweeping Day to recite? That's all I found:
day of mourning
(Tang) Du Mu
A drizzling rain falls like tears on the Mourning Day; The mourner's heart is going to break on his way.
Ask local people where to buy wine? The shepherd boy just laughed and didn't answer Xingshan Village.
Cold food is on the road.
(Tang) Song Wenzhi
It's already on the way to late spring when I meet cold food immediately.
Poor Jiang, I can't see Luo Qiao people.
The Arctic cherishes the sage, and Nanwa is the vassal.
In the old garden, wicker is new day and night.
cold drink and snack
(Tang) Han Yi
In late spring, Chang 'an city is full of songs and dances, and countless flowers fall. The east wind of the Cold Food Festival blows on the willow trees in the royal garden.
As night fell, the palace was busy lighting candles, and smoke drifted to the house of the prince and the marquis.
The door is that thing
(Tang)
The tiller loves the boat, and the spring grass is green and the fields are vast;
Try going to the Wumen Gate to see the county Guo, there is new smoke in Qingming.
day of mourning
(Song) Wang Yuqiao
I have lived in Tomb-Sweeping Day without flowers and wine. Like a monk in a temple, everything is depressing and lonely for me.
Yesterday, I discussed new kindling from my neighbor's house, and early in Tomb-Sweeping Day, I lit in front of the window and sat down to study.
Su Causeway's Qingming Festival is this thing.
(Song) Wu Weixin
Pears bloom in the light, and wanderers go out of the city in spring.
At dusk, the songs are ready, and the willows belong to a warbler.
Cold food on the grave
(Song) Yang Wanli
Go straight to your husband! Can this bridge be out of danger?
The maple leaves in the distant mountains are pale outside, and the broken houses are beside the lonely wheat.
The spring breeze is coming again, and all the new buildings are gone.
Pear blossoms are cold food, and it is only when you enter the festival that you are worried.
Work in the suburbs
(Song) Cheng Hao
Grass and green fields, spring around the mountains;
Zhu Xing Luan Hong wears Liuxiang, but sits in the imperial city because of flowing water;
Don't bid farewell to wine, lest the wind turn red;
Besides, it's Tomb-Sweeping Day today, and it's met with fine weather. It's very suitable for sightseeing, but you can't leave.
Send Chen Xiucai back to the grave in Saskatchewan.
(Ming) Gao Qi
All the clothes are covered with blood, tears and dust. Although the war is over now, I will feel sad when I return home.
In the storm, pear flower falls died, and the Cold Food Festival passed. In Tomb-Sweeping Day, several families will visit graves and be worshipped by future generations.
"Qingjiang leads Qingming Day Tour"
(Ming) Wang Pan
Where is the non-smoking section in the west building?
Green fields and sunny roads.
Ma Si hissed through the willows, and people laughed on the swings.
Yinger always teaches Chun to get drunk.
Tomb-Sweeping Day's Poems
Qingming night
Tang Bai Juyi
At night in Tomb-Sweeping Day, the breeze is blowing gently and the moonlight is hazy. The railing made of jasper and the wall made of red bricks are the residence of the governor.
Walking alone in a roundabout song, I can't hear the sound of flowers.
I went to Laojun Pavilion on Qingming Day, hoping that Los Angeles would be given to Han Daochang.
Tang Bai Juyi
Scenery, fireworks and Qingming, singing, crying, sadness and joy between cities.
Why don't you go with Dongluo Water and bury his family in North Mangshan Mountain?
There are no chariots and horses in the middle bridge, and crossing the boat is not idle.
There are a sea of people burying graves, and Liaodong is disappointed to see cranes flying back.
Watching prostitutes dance and listening to guest poems in Qingming Festival
Tang Bai Juyi
Watch Yan Ruyu dance and listen to poetry like gold.
Laugh at yourself, and the string tube might as well sing.
Unfortunately, the spring breeze is old, and there is no doubt that wine is deep.
Send flowers to cold food, and at this time.
Qingming sent Deng Rui's second son home.
Don Dai Shulun
The bells and drums ring away from the sun, and the car urges the night clothes.
The kitchen has become a new fire, and the willows are dark and frosted.
Look at China through the mirror and talk about your hometown with a cup.
Every time I feel my child's tears, I will touch my clothes today.
Tomb-Sweeping Day cold food early to look at the door.
Tangliqiao
Tourists tend to the good mansion, and the light enters the beginning.
The locust smoke disappears at dawn, and the elm fire should bloom in spring.
The sun shines on the sunny rainbow, and the flowers come with the early butterflies.
Riding in glory, blowing light ash.
The classical poem "Into the Wine" suitable for recitation lasts for 5 to 8 minutes.
Li Bai Yu 'e House
Have you seen how the water of the Yellow River flows from the sky to the sea and never returns?
Have you seen the lovely hair in the bright mirror in the high room, although it is still silky black in the morning, it turns into snow at night?
Oh, let a man with spirit take risks where he wants to go, and never point his golden cup at the moon empty! . Since God has given talents, let them be used! ,
Spin a thousand silver coins and come back! . Cook a sheep, kill a cow, sharpen your appetite, and let me, 300 bowls, take a big drink! .
Master Cen, Dan Qiusheng, bring the wine in! Let your cup never stop! . Let me sing you a song! ,
Let your ears listen! . What are bells and drums, delicacies and treasures? Let me get drunk forever and never be rational! .
Ancient sober people and sages were forgotten, and only great drinkers can be immortalized. Prince Chen gave a banquet in the completion hall.
Ten thousand coins in a barrel of wine, with a lot of laughter and one-liners. Why do you say, my master, your money is gone? , to buy wine, we drink together! .
Five flower horses, Hsi Chin, give them to the boy in exchange for good wine. Whatever you want, sell eternal sorrow.
Poetry suitable for middle school students is 8 to 10 minutes, which is a bit too long. Usually, it is best to control the poetry used for reading in about 5 minutes.
Young chinese Author: Dayoulang
With boundless night as ink
Use the scarred land as paper.
After the opium war
who is it?
Write down two words-China.
It makes people feel depressed and tired.
It is more painful to read and more sad to read.
This has shrunk in the history books of the late Qing Dynasty.
Thin porcelain.
The one kneeling in the treaty of nanking.
Weak country!
On that day, countless young people
Take to the streets.
Face the drop of blood
Facing the bleak life
Their shouts were like thunder.
Stir this sleeping land
They are like bundles of flames.
Spread on a tortuous road
Beautiful flowers bloom in May.
Since then, they have joined the ranks of * * *.
They chose without hesitation.
Smash the darkness with a hammer
Harvest the light with a sickle
They walked along the street.
They crossed the Xiongguan Pass.
They galloped on the battlefield.
They fought bravely against the enemy.
They are going to use the gun rod as a pen.
Write a brand-new China.
They should take blood as their color.
Describe a young China.
Many years later.
When my eyes crossed the peak of history
I can still feel their breathing.
I saw it again.
I saw it again.
Youth groups
That sweaty face
I heard it again.
Their loud songs.
Reverberating on the barren land
They use their youth without regrets.
In the long years
Write a love poem
Yes, years are long and life is long.
It is a surging poem.
This is a landscape full of flowers.
This is a magnificent symphony.
This is the monument of Top Gun.
Oh, China, I want to write a poem for you.
In the golden language of the sun
The vast blue of the heart sea
Oh, China, I want to draw a picture for you.
With the color of spring flowers
Under the five-star red flag
Today, the capital China.
It makes people read clearly and smoothly.
Today, a soaring China.
It makes people read more vividly and proudly.
This is breaking out in the east of the world.
China of Hope
This is under the leadership of China.
Brilliant China
This is ours.
Young chinese!
"Believe in the future" Author: forefinger
When cobwebs mercilessly sealed my stove.
When the smoke of ashes sighs the sorrow of poverty
I still stubbornly smooth away the ashes of disappointment.
Write with beautiful snowflakes: believe in the future.
When my purple grapes turn into dew in late autumn
When my flowers snuggle up to other people's feelings
I still stubbornly use frosted vines.
Write on the desolate land: believe in the future.
I want to use my fingers to stir the waves that rush to the horizon.
I want to hold the sun in my hand.
The warm and beautiful pen flickers with the dawn.
Write with a child's pen: believe in the future.
I believe in the future.
Yes, I believe that people's eyes in the future
She brushed away the eyelashes of history.
She has a student who can read through the years.
No matter what people think of our rotting bodies.
Those lost blues, the pain of failure.
It was tears of emotion and deep sympathy.
Or give a contemptuous smile and bitter ridicule?
I firmly believe that people are interested in our spine.
Countless explorations, lost ways, failures and successes.
I will definitely give a warm, objective and fair evaluation.
Yes, I am anxiously waiting for their comments.
Friends, believe in the future.
Believe in indomitable efforts
Young people who believe in overcoming death.
Believe in the future and love life.
It is urgent to ask the poems and essays about the mother river (preferably 3 minutes, rhyming and suitable for reading) to flow, the water of the Yangtze River.
Flow, the water of the Yangtze River, flows slowly,
Margaret lives in a tall building by the sea.
She looks at you, and when spring is not over,
Flow, the water of the Yangtze River, my voice.
How long has it been, season after season,
Margaret and I miss each other,
You know, although you are always silent,
Flow, the water of the Yangtze River, flow slowly.
The grass is green, and today is just like before.
There are birds singing, rain, golden flowers,
We just can't have what we have,
Flow, the water of the Yangtze River, is my worry.
Margaret had to look out of the window,
At that time, her heart was very different.
At that time, our days were forgotten.
Flow, the water of the Yangtze River, flow slowly.
Yellow River-
My old and young mother,
You bear the vicissitudes of history.
From ancient times.
You are full of national humiliation and resentment,
Flowing under the snow-capped mountains that have remained unchanged for thousands of years.
You're wrapped in lightning-
The impact of ice and fire,
Suffer the ordeal of phoenix nirvana.
From the source of the trickle to the estuary of Libai Beach,
Push Ma Benteng to the sea.
Yellow River-
My old mother!
How many times have you recorded the rise and fall of the Chinese nation?
Once upon a time
Your riddled riverbed,
Full of poverty, pain, tears, blood, shame,
Confused and sad
From blue to white hair.
Never forget without thinking!
Sadness!
Sadness!
Sadness!
Despite the difficulties,
Despite the tears,
But you!
Yellow River-
My strong mother!
You are always firm with your unyielding backbone!
Although the Yellow River has nine bends and eighteen bends,
I can't let you get lost in the sea.
Who has experienced-
Spring silkworms die endlessly _ _ _
The deep affection and attachment of wax torch to ashes and tears?
Who has experienced-
Insist on not hitting the south wall and not looking back?
Who has experienced-
The stubbornness of not seeing the coffin and not crying?
Who has experienced-
Never die until you reach the Yellow River _ _ _
The feat and sorrow of going to the Yellow River?
Only you!
Yellow River-
My indomitable mother.
Countless people have suffered through the ages,
Look at the changing situation, like kings and princes.
Eight years of war of resistance,
Ten years of turmoil,
25 years of change,
Five thousand years of cultural accumulation ...
Yellow River-
My profound mother!
It can only be you!
Put up with your child's blindness,
Fanaticism, ignorance, fantasy, hesitation.
It's a long road, Xiu Yuan.
I'll search up and down.
Yellow River-
My humiliating mother!
Please show your child the way!
You always go in the same direction.
East side!
East side!
East side! Where the sun rises.
A fire ignited your 9.6 million square kilometers body.
From jiugong gossip,
Four books and five classics,
Thirty-six plans,
Sun Tzu's art of war,
Poetry of Tang and Song Dynasties,
Chu Ci, Han Fu and a Hundred Schools of Thought Contention ...
It has become the cultural nutrition for you to raise children.
Sprinkle a tear on my beloved land!
Yellow River-
My great mother!
Your skinny, tinkling children!
Swear by the sun:
Must let the dream have wings!
Make sure that reality is no longer a fantasy!
Fishing boats in Jiangnan water town sing late,
To Bashang Plateau, first frost.
From the black land under Changbai Mountain,
To the source of the Yellow River on the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau.
From Ma Touqin in the Mongolian Plateau,
To the Wan Li coast of Nansha Islands.
The raging fire in the north and south of the Great Wall.
The human dream of going to the high gorge of the Three Gorges Dam and leaving Pinghu.
The Loess Plateau is filled with gullies and gullies,
Brother Qiang, why complain about Liu!
Yumenguan has become a rice granary with a bumper harvest.
"I like to see thousands of hectares of rice fields",
The north of Lingnan Ridge is soaked with attractive rice.
The millet in Henan and Hebei is ripe and golden.
The ancient Red Cliff has drained its former blood,
Peacemaking-
The conquest of the past is no longer a battlefield for killing.
When your sons and daughters of 56 nationalities turn their bones into swords,
When your soldiers patrol and stand guard for you on the snowy plateau,
When your people bow to you step by step,
When your son beats the drums that shake the mountains and rivers for you,
When your daughter dances the cheerful yangko and rings the waist drum,
When your body becomes the world-famous Mount Everest.
Yellow River-
My powerful mother!
You will be proud of your diligent and clever children.
Feel proud and proud!
Yellow River-
My great and magnificent mother river!
No matter where you go,
Your child with black hair, black eyes and yellow skin—
He'll keep singing for a long time-
That song!
Poetry or prose that promotes the national spirit is suitable for collective reading. I love my motherland.
There is an ancient country in the east of the world.
Five thousand years of civilization is a song.
The strongest note is screaming.
Dream-chasing and unremitting development
There is a great country in the east of the world.
A bright future is a song.
The touching melody is family reunion.
China children sing happy life.
The moonlight is dim and the wind is bleak.
You have hurried through the vicissitudes of history.
The road is rugged in rainy days.
Years of wind and frost can't take away your revival and persistence.
2. China is auspicious
Great Wall Wan Li Colored Silk Dance
That is the soaring of the Chinese nation.
The suona sound of the surging Yellow River.
This is the joy of the Chinese people.
Mount Tai is majestic, drumming and suffocating.
It was the magnificent rise of the Chinese nation.
The Yangtze River is rolling and singing loudly.
This is a gathering of Chinese children.
China auspicious Tiandi Xiyangyang
Better every day.
The road of characteristics is getting wider and wider.
China auspicious people are enthusiastic.
Better every year.
Building a harmonious society and making people happy.
3. Monument to People's Livelihood
Who has brushed away the confusion of history?
Who changed the hesitation of generations?
Generations of hardworking grain growers.
Who has seen Four Seasons Without Food?
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Who weaves beautiful myths?
It is Li Chuangwang who spreads children's songs.
Who can realize the ancient dream?
Who can promise to realize the Millennium wish?
Lucky socialist grain growers
Realize that you never accept food.
oh
Who forged the monument of the times?
Is to serve people's livelihood.
The one-minute beautiful prose or poem that is most suitable for reciting in the sixth grade is refreshing with you. Oh, yo, no, don't. Ah! Ah! Stop it, you're not old enough, ah, ah! oh
Which poem or prose is suitable for Hulusi's Deep in the Bamboo Forest? Try this! (in a cheerful tone)
spring
Zhu ziqing
Looking forward to, looking forward to, the east wind is coming, and the pace of spring is approaching.
Everything looked like I had just woken up, and I opened my eyes with joy. The mountains are moist, the water is long, and the sun is blushing.
The grass crawled out of the soil, tender and green. In the garden and in the field, look, there are many such trees. Sit, lie down, roll twice, kick a few balls, run a few laps, grab a few laps. The wind is quiet and the grass is soft.
Peach trees, apricot trees and pear trees are all in full bloom, and you won't let me or I won't let you. Red is like fire, pink is like chardonnay and white is like snow. With the fragrance of flowers, when I close my eyes, the trees seem to be full of peaches, Xinger and pears. Hundreds of bees are buzzing under the flowers, and butterflies of different sizes are flying around. Wildflowers are everywhere: miscellaneous, named and unnamed, scattered in the grass, like eyes, like stars, still flashing.
"Blowing your face doesn't make you cold", yes, like a mother's hand touching you. The wind brought the smell of new ploughing, mixed with the smell of grass, and the fragrance of various flowers, all brewing in the slightly humid air. Birds nest in flowers and leaves. They are very happy. Calling friends proudly showed off her crisp voice and sang melodious songs, which set each other off in harmony with the light wind and flowing water. The piccolo of the shepherd boy on the cow's back rang all day at this time.
Rain is the most common and lasts for three or two days. Don't be annoyed, you see, it is like cow hair, like a needle, like a filament, densely woven into a diagonal, and there is a thin layer of smoke on the roof. The leaves are bright green, and the grass is green to the eyes. At night, the lights turned on, and a little dim light set off a quiet and peaceful night. Going to the countryside, on the path, by the stone bridge, people walk slowly with umbrellas; There are also farmers working in the fields, wearing hemp fiber and hats. Their thatched cottage is sparse and silent in the rain.
There are more kites in the sky and more children on the ground. In urban and rural areas, every household, old and young, came out one by one, as if in a hurry. Relax, be full of energy and do your own thing. "A year's plan lies in spring"; At the beginning, there is plenty of time and hope.
Spring is like a newborn doll. It's new from head to toe and still growing.
Spring is like a little girl, dressed up and walking with a smile.
Spring is like a strong young man with iron arms, waist and feet. He led us forward.
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