Fly! China! 》
Poet: A Hai in Spring City
Through your gentle eyes,
I sing loudly in your arms surrounded by mountains,
I am your favorite dragon,
You are my great mother,
Oh! My dear motherland,
I laugh with you and watch the wind and rain together.
Tears fall with you,
Tonight, I am chasing my dream with the stars.
Facing the sea and grinding it for you,
Oh! My dear motherland,
You're not afraid of powerful people,
You give unselfishly to the disabled and the weak,
The earth finally found your name,
Ah! Beautiful China!
Your poetic smile blooms in the world tonight,
Your beautiful mountains and rivers are magnificent,
Tonight I come back from the waves and dance for you in the wind.
I am your most loyal soldier,
I am your most obedient child,
For you, I will,
Standing in the raging storm,
Holding a fist to guard the door for you,
Fly! China!
Seeing you smiling in the wind,
I can embrace happiness,
Fly! China!
We are our own mainstream,
Dream and have freedom.
Poems are excerpted from A Hai's collection of poems "Spring City->;
The composition behind the first prize of poetry recitation
My hometown is in the southwest of Shandong. Is it a strange name? There is a lake in my hometown with lotus flowers and idle fish swimming in it.
At that time, grandma was growing vegetables, and dad and grandpa were very busy. Only my mother and I went to the lake to play.
There must be a crystal palace where mermaids and small fish live in the lake. This is why the water is so clear; There must be a piece of jade in the crystal palace, so the water is so green; And it must be the lotus that blocks the Crystal Palace, so I can't see it. But the lotus is beautiful and fragrant. It is really a lotus.
The lively swimming of small fish and the fragrance of lotus flowers are beautiful. Welcome to my hometown!
Urgently ask for poetry reading ~
graveyard
The whole ancient dream is buried in that yellow land.
There are many flowers there, and there are green trees.
Beautiful as a park, but it is cloudy sometimes.
In the green shower, countless lines are also floating with blurred colors, like a beautiful fantasy.
Cold and bright, sad and cool.
Like a ruin, there is no trace of life.
The breeze blows at first, countless branches collide, and sounds wave after wave, some endless and rustling.
Light and shadow are interlaced in the forest, leisurely and carefree, and light and shadow are interlaced.
It's sunny, it's warm outside, and it's still cold here.
Occasionally, there were a few clear birdsongs in the Woods.
With the ocean of light, it fills the whole forest. Sometimes far, sometimes near.
Sometimes high, sometimes low, sometimes crisp, sometimes hoarse.
Is that the laughter and cheers of angels or the cries of the dead?
I don't know
All I know is that the whole old dream is buried in this yellow land.
That land is called a graveyard.
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Attached is thomas gray's Elegy of the Cemetery (my inspiration is not this! )
The bell at dusk announces that the day is about to disappear,
Cattle are leisurely and carefree, like a breeze blowing through the low-lying grassland.
The farmer dragged his sleepy and tired body and hurried.
The wilderness was silent, and only the poet stood in the darkness.
Night falls quietly, and the vast expanse gradually fades away.
Suddenly, everything became quiet and lifeless.
I heard the cowbell urging my companions in the distance to sleep.
There is also a beetle buzzing around.
On top of the ivy-covered bell tower,
The night owl screamed a few times,
It seems to be complaining to the moon that a stranger has invaded the territory.
Disturbed the mystery of this lonely ancient land.
Under the big elm and cypress trees in front of the tower,
Summon up so many mounds that are susceptible to waves,
In a small cave under the mound,
Sleeping quietly is the common ancestor of the village people.
The fragrant morning breeze gently calls,
Xiaoyan prone on the beam murmured:
The hunter's horn echoed and the rooster gave a long cry.
But no one can wake those ancestors up from bed.
The fire is burning, and they can't face it anymore.
Housewives are so busy that no one will prepare dinner for them anymore.
Children and grandchildren will never jump into their arms again,
They don't kiss each other, they don't crawl on their knees.
Think about that year, think about that year-they waved silver sickles,
Recover the gold particles, push the plow,
They dug out the hard ground,
They raised their axes to cut down trees,
They are driving cattle, not to mention how happy they are.
Don't laugh at their mediocre and obscure work,
Don't underestimate their short and simple experience,
Their lives are not earth-shattering,
But ordinary life is still meaningful.
You can show off your great strength, your noble family,
Your wealth is increasing, your beauty is declining,
But you know, they are all waiting for the same destination-
That is to go to this dark cemetery.
Poetry, I want a good poem to recite.
Poetry of youth
one
What is youth?
The four seasons old man said:
It's a blooming flower,
It is the color of grass,
Is to revive everything.
Full of energy!
two
What is youth?
Old man Time said,
This is a burning red candle,
When it was first lit, it was long,
But in a flash
Tears become shorter.
one
What is youth?
The revolutionary old man said:
It's an overflow of blood,
Is selfless dedication,
This is a young life.
Passion!
two
What is youth?
The old man said:
In the long river of time,
It's full of energy,
Sing with high morale
Song of struggle!
close
What is youth?
When I was a kid, I said,
"Green" is a combination of blue and green.
"Spring" sounded first.
Gong in early March 2008
The predecessor of.
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last minute
Midnight. Hong kong,
Let me hold your hand,
Listen to the last minute storm.
Listening to your approaching footsteps,
Listen to the heartbeat and inquiries of all China people.
The last minute is the shape of the national flag.
Is the red rising slowly between heaven and earth,
This is the flagpole-the upright backbone of China people.
Is unfolding, the land and sky of Hong Kong,
This is a moment of silence for everyone to celebrate.
His trembling lips remained silent,
Who is crying over and over again?
Gently shouted the name:
Hong Kong, Hong Kong, our hearts!
I saw it,
The last wisp of smoke over mankind,
At the last moment after a hundred years,
Finally dispersed;
Shredded history textbooks,
On page 1997,
That scar that goes deep into the bone marrow,
Blood and knife light have been released.
Into our souls.
When a yellow old treaty quietly landed,
Emerge from the smoke
The front of the Great Wall, the front of the yellow panel,
Slow-moving things-
A hundred years of pain and happiness,
Through these tears,
Let the sea boil!
At this moment,
It's midnight,
It's early morning again,
All eyes are brand-new sunrises,
All salutes are the bells of the century.
Hong Kong, let me hold your hand tightly.
Listen to the last minute of wind and rain,
Then run, hug,
Welcome new things
Dew and fragrance
Rooted in the depths of the earth
The first bauhinia flower ...
There is a song that believes in the future, which is very classic and has a high reading rate! And a nice soundtrack!
I don't know how big this group is!
Be anxious to recite a poem.
Zheng Chouyu's The Outer Edge of the Buddha
She came in and said, I want to stay.
Only from the ocean age to childhood
You come and give me 108 relics.
It is said that it is the acacia bone that sparked before.
Use the center line of bodhi tree rings
String a rosary for time.
Unless you invite me to sit with you in this life.
In a lonely cave with dangerous peaks
One yin and one yang, two bodies.
Count the rosary silently and sit opposite each other through the ages.
My demon hides at night. How did you know?
When I picked flowers, the devil was smiling.
108 stupid words written by hand in each dynasty.
I'm afraid I have a guilty conscience like an ox and practice like a wool.
You only need to stay for an hour.
This relic has been integrated into my mind.
Bodhi tree is a part of my life.
I do not see any at all. I do not see any at all. You just think
A kiss as cool as dew is printed on the lips.
The idea of youth
Childhood, lengthen time and memory.
What is unforgettable is that
Lie on the grass and look up.
Deep sky
A few drifting white clouds
Occasionally, a few geese fly to the south.
Cause endless thinking
From rainy cities to dry cities.
Trains run, just like you
Walking alone on the earth
Gently, the wind plucked the strings of dreams.
Then walk away silently.
Grassland, kite.
Bike, lover
A blade that cuts your finger.
Have retired to the depths of the years.
When you break it yourself
Flowers that never want to bloom.
Some voices are calling home.
Some sunshine, I don't know where to go.
Mom's white clothes are still wet.
This is the pain I can't stand.
A flying bird,
Hit the transparent glass of a skyscraper;
Time abandoned my shadow.
I betrayed my goodwill.
Walk into the other side of a stranger
No one, no sound.
Empty dreams and sunset
How many birds fly all their lives?
Last wing, exiled.
This day
My life is not poetic.
The struggle between reality and dreams
Leaves fall all over the ground in late autumn.
Red sunset
Lose the warmth of love
How cold your fingertips should be.
The night accepted the real world.
The wanderer was silent on the road.
No street lamps. ...
You sit alone in the moldy rainy season.
Cut your dream hair short.
The story of faults and the ground
Every step is on thin ice.
Sailor bell
Wake up the inner drowsiness.
How many young and frivolous dreams
Spread your wings and fly away.
Youth in exile, friendship suffering.
The woman who once touched your heart.
Already in blowing in the wind
The leaves and dust of the years
Reach the center of the waste.
Let's go, dreams are calling in the distance.
A poet who has been silent for hundreds of years
Still the cold figure.
Facing the sunset glow—
The person who carved your name on you.
I have long followed the time and traveled.
The weeping of maple grove and memory, the exhaustion of thinking.
His longing and pain have been lingering in my ears.
Impression of time change
Stick it on the open grave.
If there are no more dreams
Let the sunset take away the wounds of dreams.
Your star
Burning my blood and youth
I don't believe this rain.
A perfect encounter in the lonely world of mortals
The wind blew through the scars of the earth, and her red lips trembled.
Late autumn gray clouds
Thoughts are scattered under the red bean tree in the wilderness
Deciduous house
My childhood hometown is very close to me, very close. ...
Dream through the hills, fate is outdated.
I am far away from Wan Li, lighting up your vicissitudes with tears.
You stopped flying in your prophecy.
The flame of youth will be extinguished.
Let me kiss you for the last time in your old age.
Finally, drink up your loneliness.
Begging for reciting poems on June 1st.
Zeng Yi people's poetry recitation
The sun on June 1st.
Why is it so brilliant?
Flowers of June 1st.
Why does it smell so good?
"June 1" red scarf
Why is it so bright?
Children of "June 1st"
Why are you so happy? ...
You know, he knows,
Everybody knows that.
Festivals for teenagers all over the world
Has arrived,
The most naive festival in the world
Right now.
Song of "June 1"
Why is it so beautiful?
"June 1" dance
Why are you so sentimental?
The story of "June 1st"
Why is it so attractive?
"June 1" rally
Why are you so happy? ...
You know, he knows,
Everyone knows that.
Songs and dances, stories, parties
Express children's happiness,
Today's Miao,
Grow into a towering tree.
We are eagles out of the nest,
It will fly high tomorrow.
We are little flowers in bud,
Tomorrow will be colorful and charming.
We are who we are,
The red scarf burns on the chest.
Please see you tomorrow.
We will lift mountains and stir rivers,
Hold up the modern motherland,
Fly to the golden goal ...
June 1 day
Cute.
These children
Is it beautiful?
Cute.
that
The mother of a poor child
There must be the most stories.
that
The mother of a poor child
There must be the most expectations.
There are so many loveliness.
No matter how shabby your clothes are.
Among the partners
You can still feel everything.
Love mom
Fall in love with her story
Love mom.
Look at her.
She saw you in rags on June 1 day.
Feel wronged and want to cry
Your clothes were worn out on June 1st.
A happy smile
Love mom.
Because mom is cute.
Same as you do
Poetry Celebrating June 1 Day-Dedicated to Happy Children
In the morning, we released a flock of white pigeons.
We released a flock of white pigeons.
On the morning of Children's Day.
The sunrise of the rising sun
Zhaoche
Countless transparent hearts
A dove flying high.
Took it.
all of us
Bless ideals, hopes and longings!
A whistle tied to a pigeon
Ring the five-star red flag
Over the rising campus.
We are heading for the solemn national flag.
Crawl in front of sb. and lean your head on sb.' s feet.
The blood and life of outstanding Chinese sons and daughters
Red flag.
Also won.
One nation, one country
Due sovereignty and respect.
The belief that the motherland is above everything else.
deep
Implanted in our hearts.
In the flaming red scarf on the chest
Chinese ethos
Get a new life
A string of singing white clouds
In the clear sky of Wan Li
Go around ...
We are like small trees, seedlings and flowers.
Grow up in ...
In the warm embrace of the motherland
In the bright classroom
Knowledge nourishes us.
On the lively playground
We let go of our childhood feelings.
In a strange network
We work hard to practice high-tech skills.
In a childlike fantasy
we
I have landed on Venus and Mercury again and again.
June 1st
Our vacation
Flowers, colorful flags, beautiful balloons
laugh
Our happy mood
But we prefer to put
Our smiling faces are like flowers.
weave
A huge wreath.
Children all over the world
* * * With elevator.
We are together.
Say goodbye to poverty
Farewell to war
Say goodbye to discrimination
Say goodbye to all evil and cruelty.
On this blue planet
Create a highly civilized global village.
Do I have to wear a formal suit to read poetry?
Not necessarily. It depends on what poem you recite. For example, it is best to wear military uniforms when reciting poems of the Long March. In addition, suits are not our traditional clothes, but foreign ones.
Reading foreign poetry
& lt& lt Moonlit Night on the Spring River & gt& gt
& gt
& gt in spring, the river is at high tide and the vast sea meets.
& gt The moon on the sea is rising with the tide.
& gt The swaying waves stretch for thousands of miles.
& gt where is it not bright?
& gt Huge ocean currents surround the fragrant grassland.
& gt (Fangdian)
& gt Because it shows us the lovely dewdrops in blooming flowers.
& gt Lin)
& gt It is unconscious to photograph the frost falling from the sky.
& gt the sense of occlusion on the sand dam
& gt The water and the sea present a color, a clear and bright moon.
& gt hanging in the sky
& gt Who has seen its magnificent scenery and when did it appear?
& gt has a non-S (infinity) life continuity from one generation to another.
& gt Has the moon always been absent throughout the ages? (Qian Qiu)
& gt The feeling of loneliness permeates the air, and it just presents itself in front of us.
& gt The river sets off the flowing water!
& gt clouds are roaming leisurely.
& gt endless worries about Qingpu Store
& gt A lovely canoe drifting with the current belongs to someone tonight!
& gt Where did you think about going?
& gt What a pity to wander! Moonlight illuminates the dress of divorced people.
& gt Table (dressing table)
& gt how lonely! Inside the jade curtain,
& gt The hammer body (anvil) lacks will.
& gt (I hope) I can chase the spirit of the moon to meet my lover (love
& gt people)
& gt When geese hover in the air, time is working miracles.
& gt frequently
& gt The fish jumped out of the water and dived into the peatland as a gift.
& gt line (water pipeline)
& gt There are many fallen flowers in the pond.
& gt Why hasn't my lover come back yet?
& gt running water brings the end of spring.
& gt The setting sun flashes on the water and sets in the west.
& gt The sunset is hidden in the thick fog.
& gt It's a long, long way to be with Jess and Xiaoxiang!
& gt Would you like my lover to come back in pure white moonlight?
& gt On both sides of the river bank, trees sway gently.
& gt the falling moon
& gt Attachment: Moonlit Night on the Spring River Original:
& gt Lian Haiping is in the spring tide, and the bright moon on the sea is born in the tide.
& gt Mimi travels thousands of miles with the waves, where there is no moonlight by the river?
& gt The river flows around Fangdian, and the moonlight shines on the flower forest like graupel.
& gt Frost is flowing in the air, so you can't fly, but you can't see the white sand on Ting.
& gt There is no dust in the sky on the river, and there is a lonely moon in the sky.
& gt Who saw the moon by the river for the first time? When did Jiang Yue take the photo at the beginning of the year?
& gt Life is endless from generation to generation, but Jiang Yue is only similar year after year.
& gt I don't know who Jiang Yue is waiting for, but I see the Yangtze River delivering water.
& gt White clouds have gone, and Qingfeng is at a loss.
& gt Who will go boating tonight? Where do you miss Mingyue Building?
& gt Poor people wander upstairs for the moon, so they should leave someone to fill the mirror.
& gt The curtain of the jade pot could not be rolled up, but it was brushed back on the anvil.
& gt At this time, I don't know each other. I hope China will shine on you every month.
& gt Hongyan flies in the sky, and fish Long Qian jumps in the water.
& gt Last night, I dreamed that the idle pool had fallen, and the poor spring had not returned.
& gt In spring, the river flows away, and the pond falls in the moon and the west.
& gt The slanting moon hides sea fog, and Jieshi Xiaoxiang Road is infinite.
& gt I wonder how many people will return every month? Falling flowers shake trees all over the river.