Introduction: Recitation refers to reading clearly and loudly. It is a creative activity that transforms written works into audio language. Lang means clear and loud sound; Chan means reciting.
Reciting is to use a clear and loud voice, combined with various language means, to fully praise the poetry of Chongde School. 1
It is always after losing
that we know how to have
p>Just like the campus
Every corner where a poem is left behind
The dew-bearing grass
We were together He brushed the tip of the leaf
When the dewdrop fell silently
A story also turned into the soil with him
And the flower at the root of the wall Gong Ying
Round and round velvet
Crystal clear
You and I stretched out our fingers at the same time and touched them naughtily
Letting go of each and every one of them The dream of the hero
Teachers are the most important
In front of the midnight window
The bright lights
Like sleeping poems
I never read it carefully
Time always makes a pity joke
Throwing youthful time around like glass beads
Looking back after passing through
The lawn of youth exudes a naughty glow
It makes us sad in our dreams
The reality is even more melancholy
The most ruthless is the youthful time
It only makes us have a short-lived dream
We welcome the sunshine outside from the fragrant campus
< p> I waved to you gently at the school gateThe youth began to sail away separately
Looking at your back
That poem has been scattered around you since then On the way home
The most beautiful thing is your smiling look back at the corner
The long hair is flying like willow silk
The poems are scattered line by line
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The last wave from afar
Write a poem without a final sentence
You and I have never looked back. Poems praising Chongde School 2 < /p>
The campus after the rain
The campus after the rain
It is very dark
But it is charming and beautiful
But it is still visible
Alone
Carrying a leisurely flower umbrella
Walking in the forest of Huishe
In the humid air
The smell of earth is spreading
The smell of grass is so romantic
Close your eyes
Be in front of you
My heart has drifted far away
I am a homeless child
In the vast desert
I dream of a dreamlike cabin
< p> I stop and I am nostalgicFrom now on, I don’t care about the sunrise, sunset, scorching sun, wind and frost
Give yourself to wandering
Wandering by the side of the small house
p>
Leave a series of footprints that hide scars
Hold with hope
Hold with uneasiness
Hold with waiting
Every starry night
Weave a fairy tale to tell the story of the cabin with the deepest intention
The fairy tale passes like shooting stars
A lot of waiting is flowing< /p>
My fingers when knocking have become stiff
But I still knock again
The small house is like a silent ancient tomb
Depressing Suppressing enthusiasm with longing
Let all persistence be stained with winter rain and frost
Flash in the biting north wind
The night is deep
< p> Deep as the seaThe sea dries up infinitely
It dries up into an endless desert
Silently -
It is waiting and silent meditation
Like a torch
Hanging in the air
Burning the last passion
Carrying a kind of sadness
When I give you my last smile
It’s time for me to say goodbye to you and start my journey again
A house like a dream
I can no longer visit you The silent wooden door
Despite the heavy burden
Despite the difficulty