Recitation draft suitable for junior high school students,

"Bamboo" Zhang Gaojie is rippling in the cold blue, and the literati are ethereal, and everyone is tireless in the dust. See egrets flying in rice fields in spring, listen to tea pickers in summer and send swallows in autumn harvest. Bamboo blooms for the first time in my life, and it is also the only time in my life-inscription: For a long time, the land gripped by my feet began to flourish from a small bush, and day after day, year after year, I quietly germinated. I just never pay attention to the words of the literati or praise or derogatory, and use the roots that extend outward in spring to grow a new life. Without you, everything will go on peacefully until the end of time, until the land where I grew up is submerged by the sea. But the world doesn't believe that if my life can't return to the original point before the hypothesis, your appearance will suddenly fill my empty heart with infinite passion. I want to explode for you, with all my heart. You know I never bloom, and your appreciation of me is only a green leaf, but I know your regret: as a plant, how can I not bloom? So, I decided to bloom for you, just for you and me, regardless of the warning of heaven, or even whether I can really bloom beautiful flowers. I just wanted to prove my determination to you, so that night, I blossomed for you. I'm so tired that I can't even look at myself in the early morning sun. I just told myself that I had fulfilled my greatest wish in my life. You walked up to me with a surprised expression. I don't know what I did wrong, but I know I was wrong. Your regret was just a regret, and now I don't even have the capital for you to appreciate. With dead leaves, I just want to bloom flowers that are not beautiful, so you just look at me regretfully and turn away. At that moment, I could no longer support myself, and withering was my final outcome.