Three-minute prose recitation of the first article Yes, he is back.
Yes, he's back. He's back.
A grasshopper stopped firmly on the windowsill outside the window, so it stopped firmly, stretched its legs occasionally, and then stopped again. I know, this is a grasshopper in summer. He said. He loves midsummer, cicadas in midsummer, heat in midsummer, and cool thin ice.
But in his favorite summer, he died. People say that he went to another place, that place, there was no fight, no fight, no verbal confrontation, and even no white eyes. So he went there and never came back.
June is still midsummer, and the hot weather seems to have drained people's sweat. He came back, he came back. In the spring of March, he rushed the grasshopper in midsummer and came here eagerly from the distant future. On that day, the abnormal heat was the abnormal heat in spring. It's hot, but it brings grasshoppers and green clothes in midsummer, which seems to look down on a midsummer. However, he came back, he came back.
He often says to us: I will always be with you, no matter past, present or future. But in a midsummer, he left in such a hurry that he didn't even say goodbye to his beloved students. In the mountains, only a group of children were screaming at the top of their lungs.
But someone came to teach us. In the first class, he opened his textbook and said, Let's talk about a new lesson, a night-mooring near maple bridge by Zhang Ji. He began to read aloud and asked us to read after him. However, in the silent classroom, nobody followed him.
? What happened? Reading. On a frosty night, Jiang Feng sleeps in the fishing fire, and the bell rings at midnight at Hanshan Temple outside Gusu. ?
? On a frosty night, I'm sorry Jiang Feng caught fire and worried about sleeping. Sir, this lesson has already been told. ? The big monitor said, her voice was calm. But from his emotional tone, I seem to hear the deep cry of Pluto, who was kicked out of the ranks of the nine planets from the depths of the universe.
On a frosty night, Jiang Feng vaguely remembered the day when the flowers bloomed, and he was going back to the city. The teaching task has been completed, and everything here has nothing to do with him. However, he is reluctant to leave, reluctant to leave this classroom about dreams and ideals.
However, he had to go. There is a woman as beautiful as flowers and pure as jade waiting for him in the city.
So on that starry night, in the middle of the night, he left. He is afraid, he is afraid that he can't stand the repeated detention of students.
He has to leave. No matter how many dreams are recorded here, he will go and find a home in the city.
So he left. He left when the mountains were blooming all over Yuan Ye. In the middle of the night, the sky was full of stars, and he quietly left.
After climbing two mountains, it was dawn. He turned around and looked at this place that gave him too much joy. He seems to see the children's eager eyes again.
However, he must go to town to see his fiancee.
At the moment when he looked back, the sun came out from below the horizon and filled vilen with golden light.
Camellia is in full bloom in the mountains, but he is leaving.
Will you leave me? He prayed silently in his heart that if a student stood up and said, "teacher, don't go, we need you." ? He will stay. However, at this time, there is only one figure accompanying the sun on the January night.
? Teacher, don't go! ? He seems to hear the students say.
? Teacher, don't go! ?
The voice sounded in the mountains. He wondered if he heard it wrong, but the voice was too familiar. It should be apricot.
? Teacher, don't go! ? This is the voice of peaches. He looked back eagerly with tears in his eyes.
Soon after, his beautiful wife came from the city. ? Don't worry, I'm not here to force you. I just want to know the answer. Who's important, me, these students? With tears in her eyes, she seemed to accuse him.
His Adam's apple moved and he couldn't speak. The last sentence is:? Students are very important. They are everything to me. ?
? what about me
? I also give you a choice, stay, go away and never come back?
A few days later, it was the cold war. Finally, she stayed.
That day, it was the most beautiful day for mountain flowers to bloom in the mountains.
Today, a long time later, we still remember that day, the day when camellia bloomed most beautifully. People will never forget it, just as they can't forget the life that died mercilessly at a young age.
When the boat of life sails in the sea, people never know how far and how long it can sail. However, when the boat of life capsizes, countless people will shed affectionate tears for him. I think this kind of capsizing is the most worthwhile.
He left. Finally, he couldn't resist the trick of fate and left forever.
After playing white gauze all day, she packed up and came to school. From then on, this is my home. She stayed. Just like at the beginning, he decided to stay forever.
Later, I recruited another teacher, who was also very young. The first category is night parking near Fengqiao.
? On a frosty night, does Jiang Feng catch fire and sleep? In the silent classroom, there was silence.
It's still spring in March and he's back. He is back, and the grasshopper outside the window is reporting the news of his return.
3-minute prose recitation 2 1 maple
Whether it's the silent spring flowers or the snow-covered boots, I can always think of that piece of green maple at some time. In the light and heat of summer, in the rain and wind of summer, it stretches its branches and leaves, absorbs the showers, grows heartily and exudes vitality. Sometimes a bird sings on it, sometimes a breeze blows over its face, and sometimes raindrops are sprinkled on it.
Sometimes, we naughty children will climb on his shoulders.
That is a maple tree planted in the campus. In summer, everything is green. No one knows what it is thinking, no one knows what it wants to do, it just stands in the wind and watches us sing under the tree.
The sky on campus is always quiet and blue, and the blue sky is like a huge piece of glass. How happy that maple tree is when a bird flies in the sky or a white cloud floats by!
It held its head high and let its branches and leaves sing tireless songs in the wind. It held its head high and looked at the clouds and birds flying overhead. Birds are angels on the earth and companions of trees. When this tree is loneliest, birds will fall on it, whisper to it, tell it stories that happened on the horizon, and the secrets of clouds and the sun.
The sound of reading in school is often loud, and the sound of children's reading echoes in school for a long time. I think that tree should be a little dark after listening to our reading sound. If this tree has a soul, it should compose a modern poem with the words it has learned.
What should come will come eventually. For example, it is undoubtedly an event at the entrance to life and death for the maple tree. My family will pull a wire wrapped in fine wire and pass by the maple tree. The wire wrapped in wire is so tightly pulled into its body, but it is still alive. The wire was pulled straight by the locomotive, and when it passed the tree, it was pulled into its body without hesitation. Then, under the drag of the locomotive, it cuts open its skin, its meat and its blood and pulls it into its body.
I've been worried since I was in class. I am afraid it will break and end the glory of my life, but, you know, it is not dead. After class, I took a quick look. I saw the thick wire being pulled deeply into its body, and I seemed to hear it groan in pain.
The strangulation, just under its crown, next to the crown, the wire has been pulled into its body. If it has blood, it should shed thick blood!
I felt sorry for it, but I didn't say it. After many years, I opened the photo album of memory again, and its green image is still vivid. For example, yesterday, I looked at the fuzzy numbers in the photo album, only it was so clear.
After graduating from high school, I finally came to the big city and saw the scenery different from the mountain village. I breathe the air full of copper smell, walking in the busy but seemingly empty streets. All this disharmony will remind me of the maple tree that was pulled into my body by wires.
I miss it, but my maple, you are far away, will you miss me? I miss you like my mother in my hometown, but my maple, have you ever thought of me tenderly on a sunny day?
I suspect that something called responsibility is calling me back to the place where I was born and raised, because my roots are there. There are my maple trees and my folks.
But, can I go back? I can only work hard in the city, in order to survive, for the meager salary. I am as busy as a top, and I can only be like a top, otherwise there is no place to stand.
This is a tree without flowers. It looked at me in the wind, looked at me, and watched how I went upstream to find the meaning of life.
After I got married, I returned to that small mountain village. I saw a long-lost familiar face, but what I longed for most was the maple tree, which was pulled into my body by wires. I stayed on the hillside of the mountain village for the last period. I see a tree with a shade. It lives so smartly and comfortably.
That's a tree in the mountains, that's a tree that has taken root in my heart. It is calling me, calling me, I will come back, I will come back, my maple.
3-Minute Prose Recitation No.31A Bird (Bing Xin)
I remember one thing I saw under the yard tree the day before yesterday. There is a bird whose nest is on the highest branch. Its feathers are not plump enough to fly far. Just chirping in the nest and talking to two old birds every day. They all feel very happy.
This morning, it woke up. Both old birds have gone to feed. It looked out and saw bright sunshine, green trees and beautiful scenery on the earth. Suddenly, his little head was full of new ideas. He shook his feathers and flew to the branch to give that compliment? Natural? Come and listen to the music. Its voice is full of clarity? Light? And then what? Beauty, when singing, it seems to be? Natural? I also listened with a smile.
There are many children under the tree. When they heard this song, they all looked up and watched the birds sing every day. Children come to listen to it every day and finally want to catch it.
Come out again! It was about to make a sound when suddenly it snorted. A marble flew from below. It turned over and fell from the tree.
The two old birds in the Xieci flew like arrows, caught it and carried it back to the nest. Its blood dripped from the gap in the tree to the ground.
Since then, this song has disappeared.
Those children want to look up at it and listen to its singing, but they can't.
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