Tomb-Sweeping Day's Classical Poetry Recitation Manuscript 0 1 Tomb-Sweeping Day
Sunny rain
Comfort the lost figure
Human tears
This day
Can only be used as petals.
Dotted with sad scenery
The beginning of spring
Give birth to new life
People who create life.
Take off your clothes.
miss
Turn into lit smoke
Smell the spring.
Think about the taste of milk.
Think of nursing mothers.
Maybe that's how the commemoration of old friends began.
Qingming Festival
Those burnt patterns
Fly to the right place
Can be used as a cake to satisfy hunger.
You can live as a house
smoke
On this day
This is a long bridge.
Tomb-Sweeping Day's classic poetry recitation manuscript 02 "Tomb-Sweeping Day is a timely rain"
Tomb-Sweeping Day is a game.
timely rain
In the name of Qingming
Showers since the Zhou Dynasty.
Ode to Yuanming in Qin, Han and Tang Dynasties
hand down from generation to generation
Poetry and songs leave traces.
Let it become a folk customs garden
Irrigation basin
Tomb-Sweeping Day is a festival.
timely rain
Small trees in spring-one after another
Be bathed by it
Bud green
hand down from generation to generation
Pour into the fields of thousands of families
Mothproof and anticorrosion
Soak out fine varieties of grain.
Waiting for the spring breeze to enlighten us.
Tomb-Sweeping Day is a game.
timely rain
Bundles of white chrysanthemums are dragging.
The melancholy of rain
One soul after another is crying on the branch.
play for time
Going back in time takes us back to the past.
Step on the ground of broken silver
We turn around with time.
Look at one's relatives
The rain in my eyes fell on the ground.
Tomb-Sweeping Day's Classic Poetry Recitation Draft 03 "Another Year of Tomb-Sweeping Day"
Another year in Tomb-Sweeping Day.
It's gloomy and rainy.
Glittering water dripped between the hair.
Tears of heaven
The cool breeze blows gently, and the heart is surging.
Tiandiliang road
Tears and acacia
Willow is turning green.
continue
The rotation of fallen leaves yesterday
Flowers are everywhere in Xinger.
Pale white pink
The petals fell all over the floor.
continue
Flowers bloom and fall.
Send sadness in the white sky
Today is not yesterday, and yesterday is not today.
Tongan
Only hard work and happiness
But heaven and earth laugh together.
Tomb-Sweeping Day's classic poetry recitation draft 04 makes no one walk out of the Qingming rainy season in April.
Let no one get out of the mood of sunny and rainy April.
In April, on the streets of countless cities.
until today
I can only walk there and count there.
Hometown Tomb-Sweeping Day
Paper money, paper flowers, paper ribbons.
A word has a clear meaning.
One sentence is a clear meaning.
Together with the memory of weeds turning green in April in front of the grave
Rhododendrons are everywhere.
And the deepest thoughts hidden in April's heart
I walked all the way through the poems I wrote.
But what I miss most is my mother's pot of black rice.
Walking on the wide streets of Sanbei Street city
I feel that I have no way out.
I don't know how to finish writing April's melancholy.
Start putting it down before you reach the front platform.
Borrow a spring day from mom's wheat field
Hanging in my clear and rainy space
But under the great pressure of the city,
Always make the rainy season sad all the way.
Tomb-Sweeping Day, my hometown of Tomb-Sweeping Day.
I wonder how far the rainy season in April is.
Keep people away from home.
They have all become' children' who have never been loved by their mothers all their lives.
Tomb-Sweeping Day's Classical Poetry Recitation 05 Tomb-Sweeping Day (Poetry Group)
Author: simple
Underground
Underground, that's the underworld.
There are different surnames living in it
I guess this must be Elysium.
None of the people who went came back.
Close your eyes and go in.
Bypass the funeral
Let some tears and paper ash
Floating upward
People on earth
I can't help thinking about it.
I don't believe people are really dead.
I think they have gone to live in another place.
Bless us underground.
Talk about us
Qingming Festival
Qingming Festival
Actually, I don't know.
Rain disturbs people and fog makes them faint.
A meter away, damn it, riding a wall.
The wind on the road moves the white flag and butterfly ash.
White-headed flowers are blooming.
A rising tide lifts all boats, and spring water splashes ink.
Clear, unclear
The witch cursed and sat from the moldy pu.
It's oozing all March.
Cursing the beautiful poetic scene incoherently.
Make peach blossom crazy
Stir the silence of April, stir
Dark and turbid, unclear.
It rains in Tomb-Sweeping Day.
Exquisite silk
Dense twill weave
painful
The restless soul is floating.
Can't see the black sleep.
Be separated by rain
Tearful eyes
Qingming in Lian Po
Feel calm and peaceful.
Turn a blind eye to the root cause
Become a mountain
When the wind comes, dogs will bark without warning.
Let the tears sparkle in forbearance.
Let the witch curse and drown in the silent secular dust.
It will clear up after the rain.
Tomb-Sweeping Day's classic poetry recitation draft 06 says that the festival is full of spring scenery.
It is said that this festival has rich connotations.
The fresh wind and bright rain are the unique door curtains in China.
Beautiful scenery is the window of global yearning.
Ours. Clear as a boat,
Memories and thoughts quietly cross the gap of time.
Longhua tower laughs about ideals this day,
Huang Huagang talks about freedom on this day.
Zhazidong revealed his faith on this day.
Yuhuatai hugs comrades-in-arms on this day.
Forgotten reverence is revived and renewed again and again in memory.
The grateful stream melts and flows in the revisiting.
Our Qingming is like a colorful building.
Expectation and yearning quietly boarded Guangming 9.
The meaning of existence was baptized on this day,
The value of life is explored on this day,
The essence of life is sublimated on this day.
Interest status is managed on this day.
We believe
The other side of immaturity must be plump and mature.
We believe
The green front is undoubtedly a fragrant harvest.
Hand in hand, we are in love with five continents.
The call of the great rejuvenation of the Chinese nation inspires the flesh and blood of the people of China.
Every green water is a heroic wine,
Every green hill is a long and lyrical silk.
Because the harmonious picture comes from the depiction of children in China,
Because a harmonious symphony is our lofty pursuit.
Friends, let's set out with the word cherish!
The last wishes of ancestors and martyrs
Make us open our hearts.
If it's a seed, it should spit,
If it is a flower, it should be a show.
If you are paddling, you should make waves.
Wings should hit the clouds.
Because real wealth needs bumper harvests again and again,
Because the most beautiful enjoyment needs to struggle again and again!
Tomb-Sweeping Day's Classical Poetry Recitation 07 "Poetry of Tomb-Sweeping Day"
I wrote down my hometown, rice;
I wrote down the clear river.
I wrote down the fish under the water,
I wrote down the green grass on the shore.
I wrote down the ghost that lights up at night to find love.
I wrote down the legend of grandma and Guanyin
A person who has done good deeds all his life will eventually become a fairy.
Although she keeps saying that she has unfinished business.
I have to write this down,
Homesickness lingers in my dreams for a long time.
I must write the scenery from your humble farmhouse.
I must write the power of life from your poor back.
Just like my father dug Jin Wa out of the ground,
We all know that's false.
But he's been digging all his life. Can you believe it?
I have to write this before Tomb-Sweeping Day.
The ancestral grave has moved, and he can hardly speak a dialect.
The only last name that hasn't changed,
You asked me to keep in touch with my mother.
I must put these unfinished poems in Tomb-Sweeping Day.
Burning in the northern sky
Tomb-Sweeping Day's classic poetry recitation manuscript 08 "Visiting Mother in the Mountains on April 26th".
( 1)
Baiyun da shou Hu yi building
Barren mountains and barren hills; Relatives burst into tears.
I went into the country unmoved.
My soul is talking to your soul
The branches of the grass were broken and made a slight sound from my hand.
They are all messages for you; Through nature
The noise of life and the loneliness of death can be understood tacitly.
It's like two opposite doors open.
A kind of mood slowly, peacefully and ecstatically welled up in my mind.
(2)
Before and after their death, they won unprecedented honor.
Eleven years ago, everyone looked up at a comet.
Wei Hui strolled in the city, solemn and solemn.
All the people who saw it took off their hats to greet them.
Colorful garlands were once folded into memory fortresses on the mountain.
Brilliant stars, now rotten as mud.
Weeds are like flagpoles, falling from the sky.
Sad and glorious past in the cool breeze; Graveyard collapse
Only thousands of mountain ants watch over you day and night.
(3)
The stone tablet is like ice, which warms my heart.
Killing in the four fields, through my feelings.
As in previous years, tears poured down my face.
Because the most sad thing is to leave; I will devote myself to
Bubble interpersonal relationships, fulfill various obligations.
Stick to your duties for others.
Enjoy all kinds of emotional twists and turns.
Take hard work and pain as the reward of action.
Finally, like you, say to people: I am an innocent life.
Tomb-Sweeping Day's classic poetry recitation manuscript 09 dedication: in front of the tomb of the martyrs
With respect,
Proud,
We came to your grave;
Get inspired,
Because of thinking,
We wander around you.
Ah,
The bamboo forest growls and describes your deeds;
Pine trees roll with waves, praising your spirit.
In the white sand, under the tomb of the martyrs surrounded by cypress trees,
Eight heroes rest here;
In the past, during the war years,
There are eight soldiers who are memorable.
They are-
Dear "Baisha Eight Martyrs",
They are the flags of War of Resistance against Japanese Aggression and the good sons of the people!
Maybe,
Our classmates don't know you well,
But history, like the Great Wall,
It will never be erased.
As revolutionaries, you,
Wrote angrily "bloody hard facts":
So,
You are in Maoshan area,
Together with the patriotic people, they clamored for the rise and fall of the country;
So,
There you are,
In the face of fierce enemies, we fought back resolutely.
But in the end,
You are still pierced by the enemy's wire through your shoulder blades,
Buried here mercilessly by the enemy,
The youngest "Little Crab" martyr died at the age of 18. ...
Tomb-Sweeping Day's Classical Poetry Recitation Manuscript 10 Qingming Festival
Shiwangxiang
Continuous spring rain
I don't know how heavy the rain is.
Miss the rain
It's been like this since Du Mu's time.
Miss the rain
murmur
Still getting wet slowly.
A mountain full of new incense ashes and paper money
I want this rain to accompany my grandmother.
In the underworld.
How many flashing blue lights are off?
This swaying wind and rain
Bingbing is cool.
Sad and clear heart
A heavy bag.
Not just a memorial service.
It's not just homesickness that accumulates
Excuse me, where is the restaurant?
Where can I get drunk?
Apricot flower and spring rain
The shepherd boy's flute
The endless journey of the wanderer
Chunyu Jiangnan
Low-grade wine flag
Was it once a cloud flag that aroused the soul?
I'm drunk. I'm going to bed.
Cold food with wine next year.
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