Reciting is reading aloud and clearly. It is a creative activity that transforms written works into audio language. Lang, that is, the voice is clear and loud; Reciting means reciting. The following is the "Grateful Father's Poetry Recitation Draft" that I compiled for you. I hope you like it!
Grateful to my father for reading the manuscript 1
One side is soil and water, and the other side is sky.
You are a symbol of the times.
Time is not suitable for you. We miss you.
Alas, how many wishes are there,
How many blueprints are still unfinished.
Your figure,
Like a majestic mountain peak,
As bright as the bright moon.
Oh, history doesn't drive you. Everyone is talking about you.
Grateful father's poetry recitation manuscript II
They say it's the wind.
Can blow rocks to pieces.
Said it was raining.
It will rust steel.
It's been said for years.
Will bend your spine.
Only your will.
Keep fighting despite repeated setbacks.
It will never change.
Incite the whole family
The weight of a lifetime
Grateful father's poetry reading manuscript 3
Tender is water.
Race you.
An unsolvable mess after a thousand years.
For years you lured me across the river with respect.
I bet my youth that you will play.
Your car made a sharp turn left and right.
Sweep my defense
My horse moves step by step.
Go straight to your nest.
father
A discordant game.
I can't destroy your moat.
You can't break into my crystal palace.
Grateful father's poetry reading manuscript 4
Father's road
tell me
Erected heart tablet
Will become a signpost for progress.
This road
Go on in my life.
Ordinary father
No ode
No feat
Only stories I miss.
I should have brave faith.
stand out
Go my father's way.
Show a brilliant tomorrow
Grateful father's poetry reading manuscript 5
This village is very old. The old man never forgets to struggle.
The barren land is malnourished and white.
The bent father's back is hard.
The shiny plow was embedded in his father's back, bleeding.
Father is trying to save.
The dying land is getting old.
Father of rural land
This is how to live together forever.
I left one for the autumn harvest last year.
The old people in the village belong to the Wang family.
I think my father is getting old, too
I thought the plow blade was still bleeding.
The village and the land began to groan.
Old people in the village often say
This year's crops will fail. Yes
After all, fathers are going to fall, and when they fall,
Who will use plows to save land and villages?