Poetry recitation about the New Year

A teenager is you, M, reciting the poem "Hello New Year! M: With the sunshine in winter, gongs and drums are beating happily, which makes us lean our ears. The pace of New Year's Day is approaching. Woman: Looking east, a sunny day is coming. Let's wave to her warmly: Happy New Year! M: the new year is the beginning of the new year and the end of the past year. Looking back on the past days, on the road of 365 miles a year, despite many twists and turns and difficulties, we swaggered forward. W: Just like climbing a mountain, when you climb to the top along a steep and winding mountain road, you will feel indescribable excitement and pride. M: Another example is an athlete swimming in the river in winter. You chase me, in no particular order, which is admirable. Qi: Yes, in the face of the new year, we are all winners! W: Looking back on our life journey, we have struggled, made progress, failed and succeeded in the past 365 days. M: Our laughter and loss, our confusion and confusion all turned into beautiful memories in an instant. Just like Pushkin's poem: "and those in the past will become kind memories." "Isn't it? W: New Year's Day is a milestone in time. On the day of New Year's Day, we are more thinking about the future of this picturesque campus and looking forward to the future journey of all teachers and students in our school. M: Those businesses that are about to be completed, the opportunities that follow, and the bright future are looming ahead. Confidence and hope have been rekindled in our hearts. Regardless of fatigue and pain, we share joys and sorrows without hesitation. W: The New Year always comes at the coldest time of the year. However, if winter comes, can spring be far behind? Qi: Yes, hope is just around the corner, colorful spring is just ahead ... M: There are countless poems and paintings waiting for us to feel and describe: sunny campus poems, New Year poems, a winter jasmine blooming in the fiery sun, listen, that's the chirping of birds, and they ring the first door of spring with surprise. White clouds bring us warm thoughts and long-lost greetings, and bring us new year's wishes. Those heavy smiles are like my father's and mother's hands, full of labor and a glass of hard liquor. Homesickness made me drink a glass of hard liquor. On a windy morning, the wandering wanderer couldn't help speeding up the pace of going home. The girl I love hasn't seen each other for a long time, just like the trembling spider web in my hometown. Grow into a cocoon silently. I have to ask my beloved girl about her love while the spring breeze is still early. This spring, will she have a cool wind blowing from a distance? The fragrance of a girl blooms in an instant with the whisper of wild lily, and the lover's arm is gently wrapped around, hugging you and plucking the strings of spring. The distance between seasons is so strong that I can't resist it, just as the earth is pregnant with the hope that I can see the villagers. On the first day of the lunar new year, I talked about the past harvest, which was 365 days and solar terms. Speaking of spring, everyone's eyes are shining again. At that time, Huang Chengcheng's joy hanging under the eaves filled the family, which made people feel excited and practical. So I inexplicably remembered the family photo taken by my relatives on a snowy day many years ago, and the first drop of dew fell. It is the melting of colorful snow and ice in the north, the trees spitting green in the south, and the ticking of cars all the way. It was a wedding in spring, and it was the happiness that life was destined to reach. Where will you wake up and listen to the hymn? Everything beautiful in front of us can be easily touched, such as poetry and water, and then love at first sight, spring blossoms and sweet pregnancy. But I still think of the village sitting in the field and flying towards the river. Is the breeze blowing all the time making me look at my little sister who just grew up? She stood at the door of her house to welcome the winter jasmine. The poem 20 10 is about to go away, and 20 1 1 is close at hand. We don't even have time to turn back. The New Year bell is about to ring. The pace is about to rush into a new link. At this moment of bidding farewell to the old and welcoming the new, everyone will have many feelings and feelings. Say goodbye to the ups and downs of the past year, how many memories will linger in my heart? Looking forward to a bright future, how much joy haunts my heart. The pace of time has ushered in a new year, and we have no time to think carefully, or even to scrutinize our passionate words. Let's give you this new year's gift eagerly. We have never read thousands of books, nor have we traveled all over the country, nor have we been inspired by ghosts and gods. We are just a part of thousands of students. We are about to grow up by one year. Persist, explore and hone with youth and enthusiasm. Under the guidance of teachers, we will meditate, explore and shout. Civilization has progressed in this way, allowing generations of people to ponder in the moonlight and recite in the morning. Now, carry forward the tradition and advance pragmatically for many mornings, with the morning glow as the companion and the sunset glow as the return. Drip sweat, remember the bounden duty of teaching and educating people. In the sunset, there are only ardent expectations for students. New year. It's another New Year full of laughter. New year. It's another New Year full of high expectations. There are many new hopes in the new year. Let's add a beautiful picture to the New Year. Lay a good foundation for the new year. Our class used it a few days ago, and the effect is good. . (1) At the end of "Say goodbye to the old and welcome the new", the bustling streets ushered in the last night, flashing colorful lights. In the past, the crowded road was a deserted roadside, and a middle-aged man was blowing the melodious melody of saxophone against the fierce cold wind, freezing the empty building and showing the loneliness of the roadside. Middle-aged men began to sway their bodies to interpret saxophone as attachment, and they also looked forward to dancing and enchanting among brightly lit buildings to make it soft and warm. The New Year is getting closer and closer to the roadside, but the romantic saxophone melody is getting farther and farther away. (2) "red lanterns, there will be omissions. The breeze slowly blows the red lanterns under the eaves and shakes the huge windows in thoughts and concerns, but it still fails to retain the bright blue sky and white clouds, and the sunset still takes away the last afterglow. Leng Yue is desolate and the night is empty. The breeze blows the red lanterns under the eaves and shakes the lonely shadow alone. (Author: Yuan Ge, search: "Yuan Ge" or "Yuan Ge's poem" or the title of the poem, you can enjoy the wonderful recitation of the teachers. )