In ordinary study, work, and life, everyone will come into contact with composition more or less. With the help of composition, we can improve our language organization ability. I believe many people will find it difficult to write essays. The following are essays about recitation that I have compiled for you. They are for reference only. Let’s take a look. Recital composition 1
I am sweating on the badminton court; I am addicted to books and read carefully; I shine brightly on the stage... Each hobby has made me different, and I am the most What I like most is recitation.
I think this is a wonderful hobby. Each reciter integrates his or her own emotions into each text and gives them a unique life. Therefore, I have been obsessed with recitation since I was a child.
As I grow older, my understanding of recitation becomes more and more thorough. Sitting in front of the TV and listening to the master's recitation quietly, my soul was very shocked. This is not simply reading out the poem, but giving color to each word.
This year, I participated in the "Child Star Dream" recitation competition and passed all the tests, from town to county to city. Finally, it was my biggest test - the national competition.
The judges are all excellent language experts from all over the country. It is not easy to win their recognition. The instructor was also more strict with my training.
After several rounds of practice, my problems also emerged - not enough momentum, not strong enough voice, and not in the right expression.
I had the idea of ??giving up, after all, there were so many problems. But I asked myself: After so much preparation, are you willing to just give up? No! I'm not willing to give in. I have put in a lot of effort for this stage before, and I will never give up!
After making this determination, I became more relaxed. Get up every morning, press your stomach with your fist, and then use the force in your stomach to push back the fist; as soon as you get home from school, practice your expressions and movements in front of the mirror, trying to maximize your frame; watch the video over and over again , try to figure out and experience the grasp of time, control of speaking speed, and feel the powerful taste that fills the heart.
After two weeks of practice, I made significant progress, and the competition came as scheduled. I went to Ningbo to participate in the national competition.
On the stage, I can move freely, all the problems that existed before have been solved, and my recitation level has been greatly improved. The judges nodded frequently and were completely brought into that artistic conception by me. Finally, I won a special prize. This award is the result of several weeks of hard practice. It is really hard-earned.
Reciting has become a part of my life. It taught me how to persevere. I also hope that it will lead me to continue to reach the peak of recitation and become a dignified and generous reciter and host like Dong Qing. Recital composition 2
The sun shone warmly in front of the window, and the plain paper spread on the desk became brighter. The single "Gada Merlin" stored in my mobile phone is looping.
Outside the window, the wind blew slightly, the leaves rustled, the grass swayed gently, a few wisps of light clouds floated leisurely, and occasionally, nimble swallows quietly passed by.
Time is quiet and beautiful. I'm listening to my own voice.
The world belongs to oneself and has nothing to do with others, just as love has always been a person's business and has nothing to do with romance. How much pain and suffering is involved behind these seemingly simple realizations? How much tempering and turmoil are written behind these seemingly calm and calm things?
The road to growth is full of magic and thorns. With the pursuit that will never fade, we welcome every day that is different. I have always adhered to this belief: no matter what, we cannot let the years pass by and become gray and lonely. Regardless of gains or losses, success or failure, walk quietly and gracefully.
Life is never repeated. Incompleteness is the other side of perfection. Don’t be entangled or obsessed. Just do whatever you want. As long as you can hear your own voice, you are not alone. A cold ghost. Regret is the signature punishment of time for immaturity.
The future is full of uncertainties, whether it is sunny and snowy, whether it is warm and blooming, whether it is harsh and cold, or desolate and cold, since you are alive, you must live your life as a vivid repetition and live up to the years that come. , live up to the hope and exhortation of love from life.
It is always easy to be moved by a grass fluttering in the cold spring, a butterfly dancing among the flowers, a cloud floating in the blue sky, a drop of rain falling, A lightly swaying snowflake...learn to heal and be happy in the sincere and selfless nature.
When the years ruthlessly smoothed away our original angular appearance, gradually, we became quiet; when the fleeting time washed away and slapped our unruly spirit again and again, we unconsciously In sleep, we became silent. Quietness does not mean death, silence does not mean cowardice. After going through all kinds of things, we know better how to exist and how to place ourselves. We no longer shout "Long live freedom", and we no longer expect to "be ourselves". "No more" does not mean surrender or surrender, because we understand that inner peace, determination, simplicity, richness, and depth are the real freedom. As the saying goes, "Bodhi has no tree, and the mirror is not a stand. There is no one." Objects, where do they cause dust?
"We also understand that you are you and I am me. Everyone is a different subject. There is no need to deliberately be yourself, and there is no need to care about yourself in the eyes of others. Life teaches us to hear our own voice , this voice will tell us what we really want and what we really want to love.
Finding yourself is never easy!
Maybe it depends on the work! Affected, there is always such a picture in my mind these days: green mountains and green waters, among the birds flying and the fragrance of flowers, there is a spacious and bright house, surrounded by floor-to-ceiling glass windows, hung with white and silky lace curtains, with a shelf A beautiful grand piano, an elegant sound system, a bookshelf with books and flowers arranged in an orderly manner, a small table, two chairs, and a comfortable lazy sofa... In your spare time, Here you can bask in the sun, enjoy the wind, look at the scenery, admire the moon, listen to music, read a book, meet someone you know to drink tea and chat.
This is love from deep within. The sound of the sound is not directly related to whether it can be owned or not. Thinking about expressing it with an aesthetic attitude is a way for me to get along with them. In order to integrate into society and accept real life, everyone wears a mask to a greater or lesser extent. Different roles, let’s not discuss why this is the case, but this seems to be the underlying rule of survival. Therefore, I enjoy the tranquility and freedom of being alone but not alone. I hope that I can be as real as possible. Live more honestly, and at the same time accept every ups and downs of yourself, and no longer use restraint and self-logic to frame those ups and downs. Know how to deal with and appreciate various desires and pursuits, understand and accept the ugliness and beauty of human nature, No fanatical pursuit, no indifferent resistance, everything is the same.
Dreams are originally humble persistence.
Learning to get along with the real world is a required course for everyone. >
Not all wishes can come true. After all, temptation and blow always go hand in hand. The "helpless" devil has been roaring hysterically at the bottom of the deep valley without stopping. It passes through the cold and dark rock body, It erupts violently from the cracks, trying to swallow the colorful clouds in everyone's heart alive. I just accept it with a smile.
Respect all desires and love, just like respecting the soul. .
Be a delicate but effortless person, just like this ray of sunshine and a gust of wind.
I can hear my own voice.
“You came from the snow-capped mountains, and the spring tide is your style. "There were bursts of ups and downs of reading from our classroom. It was our class holding a unique recitation.
The recital was hosted by Zhou Wenjia. When she announced the start of the recital, we immediately Excited and nervous.
Although not many students came to the stage to recite, they all recited very emotionally.
It was our turn, Liu Chong and Xiao Yuxuan strode forward. On stage, "You came from the snowy mountains. "We recited it with gusto. At this time, the surging Yangtze River seemed to appear in front of my eyes. Like a lion roaring, like a heroic dragon rushing from the Tanggula Mountains to the East China Sea, the waves slapped the shore, and the water The beads are splashing everywhere, and the "giant dragon" slaps the river with its tail, and the river rises several feet high, giving you an unstoppable and majestic feeling. She also uses her pure clear water to moisturize people's chapped lips. That majestic power drives a new era.
After reciting, my heart couldn’t calm down for a long time because I felt extremely grateful for having such a selfless, majestic and powerful mother.
I love the recital, and this is a unique recital! Composition 4 of the recital
On Children’s Day, the school bell rang, and we were as happy as Arrow rushed into the classroom and the classroom door was packed. We walked into the classroom and saw five big words written on the blackboard - Ancient Poetry Recital.
The teacher smiled and told us the rules of the game. Four classmates were selected as judges. The teacher called my name and encouraged myself: "Come on, I am the best!" "Then I walked up confidently, and recited the "Quatrains" by Du Fu, a poet of the Tang Dynasty, in a loud voice and standard Mandarin: "Chiri, the rivers and mountains are beautiful, and the spring breeze is fragrant. The mud melts and swallows fly, and the sand is warm and mandarin ducks sleep. "The students all laughed when they saw me, because I was reciting with my head and head shaking. As soon as I stepped down the steps, I was greeted by warm applause and laughter from my classmates.
Continued Next came my friend's recitation. She recited "Evening Scene on the Spring River in Huichong" by Su Shi, a poet from the Song Dynasty. Her voice was so small that it was almost inaudible, but her classmates also gave her warm applause.
The teacher asked us to rest for a while, and then announced the results of the competition. I came first and my friend came second. After school, I jumped three feet high and went home dancing.
Today, It was the weekend, and I was bored after dinner, so I begged my parents to join me in a "family recitation party" to see who in our "recitation family" was the best and who won the championship. You can also get a plate of strawberries and one week of TV remote control control.
The game has begun, who will go first? "Of course that's our classmate Tang Tianhang." Mom said with a smile. After listening to it, I picked up one of my favorite ancient poems - Li Shun's "Ancient Military March" and read it openly. When I read "Princess Pipa has many resentments", my mother was leaning on the sofa, eyes closed. Maybe my mother felt the scene when Liu Xijun was on horseback, playing the pipa for fun. When he read again, "The bones of the soldiers are buried in the wilderness every year," my father sighed. Maybe he thought of the miserable life of conquest. After I finished reading, the two "judges", my parents, agreed that I read with a cadence and a beautiful tone. But there was one pronunciation that was not accurate, so the judges only gave me 99 points.
Next, it’s mom’s turn. My mother recited a prose poem "Song of the Petrel" by Gorky. My mother was worthy of being an excellent announcer in their unit. She read it with great emotion, which made me seem to see Haiyan fighting against the strong wind and waves. Seeing that my mother was reading so well, I felt a little jealous, so I walked behind my mother maliciously and tickled her violently. "Haha." The whole room was filled with laughter. In the end, my mother scored 98 points.
Dad read Yue Fei's "Man Jiang Hong". He read it well, but there were two mistakes and he only scored 98 points.
In the end, the championship naturally fell to me. I happily picked up the snacks and ate them. This competition not only exercised my reading ability, but also added interest to family life.
It is the nature of every child to be competitive.