The exciting moment has come, because there will be a unique poetry reading contest this afternoon. Students are scrambling to participate, no matter what poems they recite.
Huang Zilin and Guan Bao were the first people to perform recitation? They really didn't recite well, but they passed. Nevertheless, the students gave them warm applause as encouragement. I hope they will make persistent efforts and go up a storey still higher.
I was the second to play. Standing on the podium, I put my excitement behind me and silently counted one, two, three. Go! I recited Yue Fei's "Man Jiang Hong" in the Song Dynasty. I recited the word word by word, and my voice was more majestic.
After the recitation, I bowed to the audience and the judges and walked back to my seat. I want to know what my score is. I thought to myself: alas! I hope I can get good grades.
When I saw Tang's recitation, I suddenly realized that I had made a very big mistake-I didn't move at all when I recited. However, when I heard the title of the poem recited by Tang was My Wish, I thought of the theme song My Only Wish by a famous detective Conan, which made me feel funny.
At this time, the atmosphere on the stage is very lively, and the ways of reading are also various, sometimes causing the whole class to burst into laughter, and sometimes making the whole class feel puzzled about poetry.
This most profound poem was written by Li Dongyuan himself. The most interesting thing is that the poem is Chen Ziyuan's "There is a dog in my house", which describes an anecdote about a puppy's life and just responds to that sentence-"Poetry is among the people"; The most imaginative poem is Tang's My Wish, which reflects a little girl's longing for a better life, and at the same time makes people feel that Tang is full of expectation and enthusiasm for life.
My own recitation is still good. I hope that students will create more beautiful poems in the future, so that poems will always be with us!
A poetry recitation contest of more than 2.600 words is used to practice recitation.
The exciting moment has come, because there will be a unique poetry reading contest this afternoon. Students are scrambling to participate, no matter what poems they recite.
Huang Zilin and Guan Bao were the first people to perform recitation? They really didn't recite well, but they passed. Nevertheless, the students gave them warm applause as encouragement. I hope they will make persistent efforts and go up a storey still higher.
I was the second to play. Standing on the podium, I put my excitement behind me and silently counted one, two, three. Go! I recited Yue Fei's "Man Jiang Hong" in the Song Dynasty. I recited the word word by word, and my voice was more majestic.
After the recitation, I bowed to the audience and the judges and walked back to my seat. I want to know what my score is. I thought to myself: alas! I hope I can get good grades.
When I saw Tang's recitation, I suddenly realized that I had made a very big mistake-I didn't move at all when I recited. However, when I heard the title of the poem recited by Tang was My Wish, I thought of the theme song My Only Wish by a famous detective Conan, which made me feel funny.
At this time, the atmosphere on the stage is very lively, and the ways of reading are also various, sometimes causing the whole class to burst into laughter, and sometimes making the whole class feel puzzled about poetry.
This most profound poem was written by Li Dongyuan himself. The most interesting thing is that the poem is Chen Ziyuan's "There is a dog in my house", which describes an anecdote about a puppy's life and just responds to that sentence-"Poetry is among the people"; The most imaginative poem is Tang's My Wish, which reflects a little girl's longing for a better life, and at the same time makes people feel that Tang is full of expectation and enthusiasm for life.
My own recitation is still good. I hope that students will create more beautiful poems in the future, so that poems will always be with us!
3. The 600-word composition about recitation stung Rinrin. The bell rang and the mother river of our class began.
The first player is Sun Jingyi from our group. She walked onto the platform with a smile. She recited Ode to the Yellow River. Her voice rose and fell, and she was slow for a while. She recited emotionally with a beautiful voice. Listening to her recitation reminds me of my mother and the help she has provided to mankind, but we think it will ruin her and make her original pure desire turbid. Thought of here, I can't help but feel sad. Listening to her recitation makes people feel as if they are there, as if they have experienced it personally. After she recited, thunderous applause rang out from the audience. Unconsciously, the recitation was over.
Through this recitation, I was reminded that the original spring of our mother river was so clear, fish and shrimp swam around happily in the water, the surrounding forest was so lush, larks sang beautiful songs, squirrels jumped around the trees, and they were very happy. Sika deer, elephants, white rabbits, antelopes ... are running happily on the grass. They have a good time every day.
But now the beautiful and lovely appearance of the mother river has been destroyed and become ugly. The sewage discharged from the factory has flowed into her body, and she has become turbid. The children littered the river. The crystal clear river has become turbid now, and there are few fish and shrimp left in the river, as if a mother were angry, crying and shouting. The vibrant scene of the past is gone forever. Every citizen of us should protect the mother river.
Humans, wake up! The Yellow River has nurtured hundreds of millions of Chinese children. We should protect and cherish her and never let her get hurt again.
4. 600 words of classic reading composition, a wisp of book fragrance, accompany us.
Summer afternoon, sitting in the study, a cup of tea, waiting for a meter of sunshine to come in from the window, shining on the book, warm and wanton book.
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Books, like a wonderful flower in the poetry garden, let us wake up and forge ahead in adversity; Books, like beautiful shells, let us revel in her brilliance and beauty in our spare time; Books, like light blue wind chimes, let us listen to her songs at the first time.
I have inexplicable feelings for books. I remember that since I was a toddler, I have formed an indissoluble bond with books.
When I was a child, I always liked to watch some childish fairy tales, pestering my mother to tell me stories that I thought were mysterious, and then I was immersed in fairy tales with great interest, dreaming warm and weak dreams. In the fairy tale country, light the fireworks that belong to me only.
When I was a little older, with the growth of age and knowledge, I began to read novels-first, A Dream of Red Mansions, a treasure of China, was one of the four classical novels. Look at its twists and turns; Then Mitchell's Gone with the Wind saw the true meaning of life. Then I watched Gorky's Childhood and Luo Guanzhong's Romance of the Three Kingdoms, and I was fascinated. So I learned that although writers express their true selves in different ways, I can feel what they want to convey in their hearts.
As I get older, I am gradually attracted by ancient poetry. I am fascinated by "moonlight in the pine forest, crystal stone in the stream." Bright and clean, I advocate "yellow sand wears golden armor, and it will not be returned after being broken." Tragedy I was as happy as heaven and sighed, "At the same time, the world degenerated and we met. We understand. What is the relationship between acquaintances? "My sigh, my son and I are looking forward to" having a million buildings, and all the poor people in the world are happy. " My wish is "when the sun goes down, heartbroken people are at the end of the world." The wanderer is sad because "one day, I will ride the long wind, break through the huge waves, raise my muddy sail and cross the deep sea." Full of lofty sentiments and ambitions.
The book brought me into the palace of literature and gave me an imaginative mind, a pair of eyes to see the world and a glib mouth. Books, like mountains and rivers, are endless forever, but now are you willing to walk into books with curiosity and walk past reading?
Whenever I encounter unhappiness or pressure in my life, the company of books makes me no longer lonely. The book is my best friend. Stepping on the heart bridge built by the author with words, I gradually achieve spiritual communication, followed by the relief of mood and pressure, which is the hope of tomorrow.
Books nourish my ordinary life, no matter whether the distance is full of rosy clouds or overcast clouds, I will stick to it-because books accompany me and I wander in the boundless ocean of literature!
5. The most beautiful posture in 600 words of posture composition
When the soft light of the sunset reflects a long silhouette of a distant mountain, it stands as a mountain gesture; When a stream runs in the mountains or on the Yuan Ye, winding is the gesture of water. They are just a form, a figure and a gesture created by boundless nature. Yes, they are beautiful, but the most beautiful thing is in people's hearts. ...
Perhaps depression is a gesture, but open-mindedness is another gesture; Perhaps noise is a gesture, and leisure is another gesture; Perhaps submission is a gesture, and resistance is also a gesture. Standing at the height of life and looking at the life in the world, we will suddenly find out what is the most beautiful gesture in life.
People must remember the immortal depravity of "Until, hold up my cup and I ask the moon". When he raised his hand and raised his glass, he put half the splendor of the Tang Dynasty into the glass. But at this moment, will you think of the woman who lived at the turn of the Song Dynasty? She was gentle and weak, but she leaned against the fence and got drunk. I seem to see her posture at that time, sad and firm. The grief of war and bereavement stung her, but she still raised her glass in a standing position, still supporting her reputation as a "poetess". I vaguely understand that weakness is only her external performance, and her inner strength is a gesture of the soul.
It's a gesture to hide wine in the east fence, but inner optimism is a kind of beauty.
People must remember that at the Spring Festival Evening, a dance called Guanyin with a Thousand Hands surprised many people. Tai Lihua, the leader of the dance, was originally deaf-mute, but she perfectly interpreted the artistic connotation with her light dance steps, elegant dancing and dignified posture. Faced with the injustice of life, she didn't complain about others, but integrated into art and life with a calm and peaceful heart. She said: "Avalokitesvara has many hands, and she will use them to help the world." We were shocked, shocked by her gratitude for fate and love for the world. Under the leisurely appearance, we can see her beautiful and shining heart.
Dancing is a gesture, and inner love is a beauty.
Maybe you can't imagine how our people work in arid land and in miserable days. Whenever I see those dark figures facing the loess and facing the sky, I can't help but think of Mu Dan's Zan, praising the hardworking people for living a bloody and tearless life. But once again, they accept life and sow hope.
Bending down to work is a gesture, and persistence in the heart is a kind of beauty.
Great beauty is speechless, and the most beautiful gesture is only suitable for us to touch and move with our hearts. The most beautiful gesture is to drink wine, dance and bend over to work, because there is a deep sense of philosophy, great love and persistence behind these gestures. ...
The most beautiful posture composition 600 words 2: the most beautiful posture
The most beautiful gesture is not the catwalk of the model on the runway; The most beautiful gesture is not the stunning roses in the crowd. The most beautiful gesture is a pool of water in the desert; The most beautiful gesture is a beam of light in the dark! It is the embodiment of truth, goodness and beauty. It has emotion and soul.
In people's eyes, people in China were moved. They are the most lovely, respectable and beautiful! They showed their most beautiful posture with ordinary life and great actions. Wu Wenbin showed his most beautiful posture at the last moment of his life. Or some people don't know him yet. He is a soldier who is exhausted from disaster relief. When the landslide broke out, the green camouflage propped up the hope of life. He raised the flag, but he fell quietly.
Under the black background of disaster, his 26-year-old youth is the brightest light. Although he is only a cadet, he has not yet made meritorious deeds, but this land will always cherish his sweat, body temperature and soul. In his short life, his heart for the country and people showed him the most beautiful gesture. Zhang Yimou showed the world and people the most beautiful gesture. I still remember the Olympic Games held in Beijing, the capital of China in 2008, with long scrolls stretching and movable type jumping. Flames are stirring and emotions are unrestrained. He used the language of human beings to vividly present 5,000 years of civilization. That night, China surprised the world! It was Zhang Yimou and his team of directors who made China present to the world with the most beautiful gesture, and they created the scene where China made the world shine with the most beautiful gesture. Jin Jing showed her most beautiful posture with her broken body.
It was a glorious moment! Jin Jing bravely protected the Olympic torch with her mutilated body, which came from her deep love for the motherland. She blocks cruelty with her weak body and transmits strength with her beautiful smile. She made the whole world understand the sanctity of the Olympic Games and the pride of China people.
There is no doubt that this is her own most beautiful gesture. Show your best posture, not by appearance, but by a sincere heart. That is the embodiment of truth, goodness and beauty, which is enough to create extraordinary things in every ordinary life. Wu Wenbin saved the people with his last breath; Zhang Yimou used his wisdom and efforts to create miracles; Jin Jing defended the dignity of the motherland with her mutilated body. This is all because they light up their lives with the most beautiful posture.
6. I read the classic composition of 600 words. When I was a child, I learned kindness from Snow White, Cinderella and miss mermaid. When I was a child, I learned to be brave in Journey to the West and Gulliver's Travels. I learned loyalty and strength from "The Water Margin" and "How Steel was Tempered" in Grade One. From the Romance of the Three Kingdoms and the letter from Fu Lei in the second day of junior high school, I learned how to repay my kindness and how great and selfless my family is ... Gradually, I kept gaining and growing in reading.
When I was a child, I felt the happiest thing was lying in my mother's arms and listening to her tell Andersen's fairy tales. I remember at that time I always pestered my mother about Cinderella and Snow White. I've listened to it again and again, and I'm never tired of it. From Snow White's stepmother's cruel persecution of Snow White again and again, to the dwarfs' reckless rescue of Snow White, they understood what is good and when is evil. So from then on, whenever I see a stray dog, I will not hesitate to take out my own things to feed it; From then on, whenever I see beggars in the street, I will be duty-bound to lend a helping hand.
I got kindness and help from reading.
When I was in primary school, I liked watching Journey to the West and the Monkey King's bravery and wit. I also like Zhu Bajie's optimism and humor; I also like Friar Sand's frankness and hard work. And the compassion of Tang Priest. Remember when I was playing role-playing alone and wanted to combine these advantages? But at this time, this has already become my attitude and creed in life.
From reading, I have gained my attitude towards life and moral standards of being a man.
As I grew older, I came to junior high school. At this time, I was fascinated by the classics that the junior high school curriculum standard requires me to read, such as The Water Margin, How Steel was Tempered, and Romance of the Three Kingdoms. From these books, I learned to be brave, generous, strong and grateful. At this time, I can't forget Zhuge Liang's "do my best, and die"; I can't forget Lu Da's heroic behavior in Kansai. I can't forget the loyalty, chivalry and loyalty expressed by Liu Bei, Guan Yunchang and Zhang Fei in the Three Oaths of Taoyuan.
From the book, I gained the joys and sorrows of life.
Gorky said: "Books are the ladder of human progress." Yes, books are the cradle of our growth, and those classic books are legends that cannot be surpassed. We study, not only to amuse ourselves, but also to acquire knowledge and the truth of being a man.
I have grown from reading.
7. Composition-Ancient Poetry Reading Festival 600 words Today, in Chinese class, we held a reading of ancient poetry. The teacher first typed the artistic words of "Ancient Poetry Reading Club" on the screen, then selected several small judges, and then announced the rules of the competition: with the theme of singing spring, it is required not only to recite, but also to recite with emotion.
Li Ruojia took the stage first. He recited two ancient poems generously, appropriately and vividly, and won warm applause. Then Zhang Yuhan. She doesn't look nervous at all. Her voice is like a lark singing, and her posture is like dancing. It's really wonderful and emotional. After she recited it, the students were still intoxicated by the beautiful ancient poems. A few seconds later, the audience broke into thunderous applause. The composition "Composition of an Ancient Poetry Reading Club" was written in the third grade of primary school. Later, accompanied by music, Chung Lin was slow and fast, high and low, and cadenced, which was also welcomed by his classmates and praised by his teachers. Then there was Xiao Jian's group, each of whom spoke vividly, letting us know that unity is power ... It was my turn, and I stepped onto the platform, my heart was pounding and my hands were sweating. I cheer myself up before I relax. Then I got up the courage and recited two poems, Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night and Jueju, fluently, which won everyone's applause. My heart is full of sweat. There are many students on the stage, one is stronger than the other, and the other is stronger than the other. The judges were in a hurry and didn't know who was the first. ...
This ancient poetry recitation really made me unforgettable!
8. A 600-word composition describes the actions in the classroom. The most unforgettable lesson, a ray of cool Xia Feng, blew into the classroom.
A teacher is giving a lecture, full and happy, and his forehead is shining. The students are sleepy, with the unique laziness in the afternoon, and sleepy in the sunshine of knowledge.
Suddenly, a discordant note jumped out and destroyed this seemingly calm ensemble! I heard the teacher shout loudly, "Who tied me with rubber?" "I was shocked and looked up. Everyone was shocked. The teacher's "lion roar" shook the earth and the air solidified instantly.
A second later, the brain came to its senses, reflected it and burst into laughter. Laughter, like a rapidly swinging ripple, spreads relentlessly and violently impacts the teacher's eardrum.
The teacher's face is redder, rising like a purple eggplant; Small eyes suddenly jumped out of the meat, as if they were about to explode and catch fire; My lips kept shaking, as if to say something, but I couldn't say a word. Finally, in the crazy laughter of my classmates, I dropped a book and slammed the door angrily! Look at something that is still clicking, as if it were about to burn; My lips kept shaking, as if to say something, but I couldn't say a word. Finally, in the crazy laughter of my classmates, I dropped a book and slammed the door angrily! Looking at the still banging door panel, the students stopped laughing gradually, looked at each other one by one, and began to feel the seriousness of the matter: another teacher was angry! Alas, I'm sorry to say that our class is a "trick-or-treating class" famous for raising schools. All the students are smart and naughty, but they just like being naughty! Often make the teacher cry. This makes our best-tempered geography teacher angry again-maybe because geography is too difficult to understand, maybe because the teacher is a foreigner, maybe because his accent is different from ours ... anyway, we don't like learning geography! But after a while, everyone began to whisper: "The teacher is very kind to us at ordinary times."
"Yes, his geography class is not easy to understand, but he is so serious every time!" "Yes, yes, he told me a question that I was not good at last time ..." "And his accent is different from ours, but the lecture is the most humorous!" All kinds of words, you give me a sentence, I find the teacher so cute. So everyone began to blame the "culprit".
This guy seems to know that he is wrong and dare not say a word, let alone admit it. Finally, the monitor stood up: "Take the initiative to admit your mistake and invite the teacher back."
"yes! Right! " Everyone responded unanimously. Six group leaders followed the monitor into the office.
A pair of expectant eyes stared at the door quietly and nervously. Wait, wait ... When we finally heard footsteps, everyone immediately sat up straighter, looked at the teacher eagerly and whispered their regrets.
The teacher's face softened a lot. He coughed and his voice was hoarse. "The saddest thing is that other people's work is ignored and trampled on." The teacher paused slightly and then said, "I am working, aren't I? In fact, you are also paying for your study. If you don't cherish it, you will eventually regret it. Maybe I'm a foreigner, maybe I can't adapt to the local customs here, and everyone seems to be unconvinced by me.
But I really want to teach you well. I always believe that you will eventually accept my labor and get some insight into my contribution.
I don't ask you to remember me more, I just hope that students can really learn some knowledge, at least go to the society in the future and support themselves! "The students all bowed their heads in shame. The teacher seems to have choked up: "classmates, please be a teacher, study hard and be a serious person!" "Your parents are more sad than the teacher! ..... "The whole class was deeply moved.
Eyes are red. After the sound of * * * sounded, 36 students in the class bowed deeply to the teacher! So serious! So sincere! ..... Since then, the word "teacher" has become stronger and stronger in our hearts.
I think the teacher planted the word "sensible" in our hearts with tears ... and another cool summer breeze blew into the classroom. A teacher is giving a lecture, full and happy, and his forehead is shining.
The students blinked their bright eyes and gave out a burst of cheerful laughter from time to time, like a fish with a free tail, swimming happily in the ocean of knowledge … an unforgettable lesson.
9. The composition "Love Posture" is about 600 words. Love is a ray of sunshine in winter, which dispels the cold frost; Love is a shower after a long drought, nourishing a broken heart; Love is a bright light in Wang Yang, which indicates the hope of a new life.
Arch bridge shape
The posture of love is an arch bridge. There is such a mother: at the moment of landslide, she was very anxious, kneeling on her knees, crawling forward with her upper body and supporting her body with her hands. He supported the broken reinforced concrete with her weak body and pressed the child under him. When rescuers dug up their mother and son through hardships, the mother was dead, but the child fell asleep peacefully. Rescuers found a mobile phone beside the child. There is an unsent message on the mobile phone: Son, if you are still alive, you must remember that your mother loves you, and everyone in the place is moved by this great maternal love. When danger came, your mother built an arch bridge of life with her own body and built hope for her children.
Winging style
The gesture of love is spreading its wings. There is such a teacher, 5. 12 in the afternoon, the earthquake came. Experienced, he quickly evacuated the students. In the most critical time, he left the hope of life to the students. When people in Yingxiu Town moved a corner of the teaching building with their bare hands, they were stunned by the scene in front of them. The teacher knelt on the ruins and held two children tightly with his arms, like an "eagle" spreading its wings. The two children are still alive, but the eagle is dead. Because the arms holding the child tightly were a little stiff, the rescuers had to cut off their hands with tears before releasing the child. This man, 29 years old, a school teacher, is versatile. He usually likes to sing "Take off my wings and give you a fly".
Stacking type
The gesture of love can also be superimposed. Have such a pair of parents. When the earthquake came, a pair of young parents, in order to protect their one-year-old daughter, crushed a protective daughter. As a result, they traded their own death for their daughter's life and made a one-on-two deal with death.
There are many such gestures, many-
Some people say that the sun is silent, but it brings warmth; The earth is silent, but it shows a wide range; The ocean is silent, but it breeds life. I say these gestures are wordless, but they interpret eternal love.
10. Write the words in the water in the composition posture with "posture" as the topic. As long as we look at each other with the same lonely attitude, we can understand each other. When I was a child, I liked to go for a walk on an abandoned railway in the suburbs. At the end of the season, there are patches of flowers under the beach. The embers on the ground covered the rusty track, and occasionally a breeze swept it. The vicissitudes of life inside are still clearly visible after the fallen flowers are raised. Just like the tragic plot in the dark field in my memory, I was deliberately blinded, but finally generate shone in the context of hard questioning. The poor wound became dull and worthless. This is an abrupt and appropriate metaphor. There are often couples walking on the rails, their fingers locked, swaying on the narrow scrap iron, and there is a road drifting ahead. They are elves walking at the same age, or running separately. It's still endless I also noticed such a person who always wears a white dress, and her long black hair blocks the bow on her back. The combination of black and white makes her look doomed to be dim and decadent. One word is loneliness. She likes to sit at the corner of the rail with her hands clenched, burying her head between her knees, and then staring at the most deadly flower lying on the stone road, regardless of anything, keeping this posture. Time becomes natural and fixed at this moment. It remains the same. Someone pointed at her and said, "That's a madman." At that time, I was young, I didn't know loneliness, I didn't know the frozen posture, I didn't know the desolation that I couldn't find a smile everywhere when I was helpless. So, I just watched her curl up in a wasteland, not touching her, not helping her, and letting her die in her own realm. Because I'm strange, sometimes I think. Will she destroy this decadent attitude and then try her best to run to a destination called life? She also escaped from loneliness. Everything is fine. This is just an imagination. The older she chooses, the longer it takes, and it will fade and rust, just like waste paper, and she can't delay a day. There will be no train passing by here, and she will be lonely in a deserted place, without posture and endless loneliness. After intense study, she will be lonely. I have never seen a stranger think he is crazy again. I only remember a mysterious woman sitting on a railroad track full of fallen flowers. I haven't seen her eyes, even her eyes. Later, I forgot everything, leaving no residue, but I often met a person with a familiar posture. They hold their legs with their hands and bury their knees, either in the corner, under the tree or on the steps next to the playground. They have the same thing. They died alone. They began to understand that each gesture contained a different heart. This is very interesting. Postscript: It was very dark tonight, and a pot of wine was placed in my dream. We talked all night. In the dim light of the balcony, I wrote these words in the same posture.