Four-minute recitation of prose and poetry

My country? Male collar: My motherland has towering mountains, majestic peaks overlooking the vicissitudes of history, and a solid backbone that can withstand thousands of years of wind and rain? Female leader: My motherland, the river is rushing (comment: it is better to change it into a river, the metaphor of the Yangtze River and the Yellow River). The mighty torrent rushed through the whirlpool of history, and the stormy waves beat against the canyon. How many ups and downs of fate have occurred (comment: 1, knocking on the canyon is meaningless and unnecessary, it is better to get rid of it; 2. Surge. . . Nvqi: My motherland, with an infinite history of 5,000 years, has nurtured ancient oriental culture. On the vast land, things and treasures shine everywhere. Man Qi: In my country, people are hardworking. Fifty-six ethnic groups, how many beautiful and moving legends have been passed down from generation to generation? All: This is my motherland. This is my beloved motherland? Collar 1: I love your magnificent mountains and rivers and beautiful scenery. 2: I love your boundless Gobi collar. 3: I love your endless history collar. I love your eternal flower of civilization? Female collar: My motherland, my beloved motherland, do you have a sacred name? Everyone: That's China! ? Male collar: I love my motherland deeply? Collar 1: The yellow skin is engraved with the marks left by ancestors. Collar 2: Black eyes reveal humility. Collar 3: Surging blood rushes with the waves of the Yangtze River and Yellow River. Collar 4: The beating heart beats with the pulse of five thousand years. Collar 6: The vast sea is full of all my sustenance? Female leader: My motherland, lovely China? All: You have created a glorious history and raised a great nation? Male collar: I am proud that your century-old civilization has inherited the virtues of the Chinese nation? Female collar: I am proud of your strong resistance to internal and external troubles. How many years have you experienced? Male collar: I am proud that your light firmly grasps the destiny of the Chinese nation? Female leader: I am proud of your magnificent spirit of reform and opening up? Male collar: Dear motherland? Woman: wherever I go, I will hold your strong arm? Man: No matter where I am, you always warm my heart. Female leader: Dear motherland, are you the helm of the new century? Male collar: You use hard work, you use wisdom? Woman: Unswervingly promote the sustainable development of scientific and technological innovation? Female collar: You use speed, you use strength? M: Created a miracle that shocked the world? Male collar: Motherland, Motherland, are you always full of hope? Female leader: Motherland, are you constantly exploring the motherland? Woman: Bless you, dear motherland! ? Man: Bless you, dear motherland! (Comment: Change it into a great motherland, without repetition, meaning by going up one flight of stairs) All: social harmony, people's well-being, a better tomorrow and eternal vitality! When the bright sun jumps out from the blue waves in the East China Sea, the Pamirs are still full of stars. When the northland was still a world wrapped in silver, the southern Xinjiang was already full of beautiful spring. Ah, we love you, China! We love you ... the beauty of Guilin's landscape, the thick makeup of Hangzhou West Lake, the misty clouds of Huangshan Mountain and Lushan Mountain, and the magnificence of the Yangtze River and Yellow River. We love you ... the fragrance of Longjing tea, the mellow fragrance of Moutai, the brilliance of Jiangnan silk and the exquisite craftsmanship of Jingdezhen ceramics. We love you ... the moonlight is like water in front of the Dai bamboo building, the towering Potala Palace on the roof of the world, the grapes in Turpan, the melons in Hami, the sheep on the grassland and the camels on the Gobi Desert. We love you ... the ancient songs played by the bells of the Warring States Period, the new songs written by the reform and opening up, the surging spring tide of China in Wan Li, and the fire of hope lit by the motherland. We love you ... the history of struggle and the fruits of sweat. Magnificent pine trees, noble plum blossoms, broad mind and magnificent spirit. We are proud, we are proud, we work hard, we are open, you are a world power, we love you, China! Haizi faces the sea, and spring blossoms: his thoughts are absolutely upward, not naive, but also full of philosophy. Starting from tomorrow, he will be a happy man who feeds horses, splits firewood and travels around the world. Starting from tomorrow, he will care about food and vegetables. I have a house facing the sea, and the spring flowers will bloom from tomorrow. Correspond with every relative and tell them my happiness. The lightning of happiness tells me. I will tell you to give each set of rivers and every mountain a warm name. Stranger, I wish you a bright future. May you have a lover. May you be happy on earth. I just want to face the sea. My motherland, full of spring flowers, is graceful and not bad. Absolutely suitable for reading! And the thought is upward, the language is beautiful, and it is never naive! By the way, did you take part in the recitation activities in class? This song is very nice and famous. There are many celebrities reciting on the Internet. If you imitate it, the effect will be very good. I am an old waterwheel worn by your river, spinning hundreds of years of old songs, a miner's lamp blackened on your forehead, and a withered ear of rice that you groped for in the historical tunnel. Is it the dilapidated roadbed or the barge on the muddy beach that pulls the rope deeply into your shoulder-the motherland! I am poor, I am sad, I am the painful hope of your ancestors, the flower that has not landed for thousands of years-the motherland, I am your brand-new ideal, I just broke free from the spider web of myth, I am the germ of your ancient lotus under the snow, I am your tearful smile nest, I am the newly painted white starting line, and the crimson dawn is spreading-the motherland, I am one billionth of you and the sum of your 9.6 million square meters. You fed me with scarred * * *, considerate me, boiling me. Then get your richness, your glory and your freedom from my flesh and blood-motherland, my dear motherland, Rain Lane, Dai Wangshu walked alone in a long, long and lonely rain lane with an oil-paper umbrella. I hope to meet a girl as sad as lilac. She is lilac-like color, lilac-like fragrance, lilac-like sadness, sadness in the rain, sadness and hesitation; She wanders in this lonely rain lane, holding an oil-paper umbrella, silently sad like me, and sad and disappointed like me. She silently approached, approached and took a breath. She floated like a dream, dreamlike, sad and confused. Like a lilac field in a dream, this girl floats by me; She walked away silently, far away, towards the crumbling fence and through the rainy lane. In the elegy of rain, her color faded, her fragrance dispersed, and even her sighing eyes were lilac-like melancholy. Holding an oil-paper umbrella, I wandered alone in a long, lonely rain lane, hoping to float past a girl with a lilac knot. Gorky's Haiyan On the vast sea, the wind gathers dark clouds. Between the dark clouds and the sea, Haiyan flies proudly like black lightning. One moment its wings beat the waves, and the other moment it went straight into the dark clouds like an arrow. It cried-in the brave cry of birds, the dark clouds heard the joy. In this cry-full of longing for the storm! In this cry, the dark clouds heard the power of anger, the flame of enthusiasm and the confidence of victory. Seagulls watched before the storm came. They flew around the sea, trying to hide their fear of the storm into the depths of the sea. The sea ducks are also crying-they can't enjoy the joy of life and fighting: the roaring thunder scares them. Stupid penguins timidly hide their fat bodies under the cliff ... only the arrogant petrel, brave and free, flies in the bubble sea! Dark clouds are getting darker and lower, pressing against the sea, while the waves are singing and rushing to the sky to meet the thunder. Thunder roared. Waves cry in angry water droplets and contend with the wind. You see, the strong wind tightly rolled up layers of huge waves and slammed them on the cliff, smashing these large jadeites into dust and dust. Haiyan cried and flew, like black lightning, like an arrow through the dark clouds, and its wings swept up the water droplets of the waves. Look, it flies like an elf,-a proud black storm elf,-it's laughing, it's howling ... it's smiling at some dark clouds, it's howling happily! This sensitive spirit-it has long recognized sleepiness from the thunder, and is convinced that dark clouds can't cover the sun-yes, they can't! The wind roared past ... thunder roared ... piles of dark clouds, like blue flames, burned on the bottomless sea. The sea catches lightning arrows and extinguishes them in its own abyss. These lightning shadows, like salamanders, meander in the sea and disappear in an instant. -Storm! A storm is coming! This is the brave Haiyan, flying proudly in the roaring sea and in the middle of lightning; This is the prophet of victory shouting: "let the storm come more violently!" Pushkin's Sea