1. Able to recite 3 minutes of ancient Chinese prose
"Young China" is the best! I can't think of anything else. "Young China" [Qing Dynasty, February 1900] Liang Qichao. The Japanese call us China. One is called the Big Empire, and the other is the Big Empire.
This is a language that is a translation of European and Western language. Alas! Is it true that I am the boss in China? Ren Gong said: Evil! What to say! What to say! There is a young China in my heart.
If you want to talk about the old and young of the country, please first talk about the old and young of the people. Old people often think about the past, young people often think about the future.
Thinking about the past creates nostalgia; thinking about the future creates hope. It’s just nostalgia, so it’s conservative; it’s just hope, so it’s aggressive.
It’s just conservative, so it stays old forever; it’s just progressive, so it’s new every day. Just thinking about the past, everything is as it has been, so I know that it is the same as usual; only thinking about the future, everything is as it has been, so I always dare to make exceptions.
Old people often worry a lot, while young people often like to have fun. If you are worried too much, you will be discouraged; if you are happy, you will be energetic.
He is discouraged, so he is cowardly; but he is arrogant, so he is heroic. But he is cowardly, so he remains contented; but he is heroic, so he takes risks.
Only by being idle can we destroy the world; only by taking risks can we create the world. Old people are often tired of things, young people are often happy with things.
I am tired of things, so I always feel that there is nothing I can do; I am only interested in good things, so I always feel that there is nothing I can do. Old people are like the sunset, young people are like the rising sun.
The old are like barren cattle, and the young are like suckling tigers. The old people are like monks, and the young people are like knights.
The elderly are like dictionaries, and the elderly are like operas. Old people are like opium smoke, young people are like brandy wine.
Old people are like meteorites from other planets, and young people are like coral islands in the ocean. Old people are like the pyramids in the desert of Egypt, young people are like the railways of Siberia.
Old people are like willows after autumn, and young people are like grass before spring. Old people are like the dead sea's stagnant water, and young people are like the Yangtze River's origin.
This is probably because the personalities of old people and young people are different. Ren Gong said: It is inherent in people, and it is appropriate for the country.
Mr. Ren said: What a shame, the boss! The pipa woman at the head of the Xunyang River, when the bright moon circles the boat, the maple leaves rustle, and the quilt is as cold as iron, and it seems like a dream but not a dream, she thinks about the beauty of spring flowers and autumn moon in the dust of Luoyang. In the south of the West Palace, there are white-haired palace maidens, with a lamp like a spike, sitting opposite each other, talking about the legacy of Kaiyuan and Tianbao, and composing "The Song of Colorful Clothes and Feathers".
The melon growers in Qingmen, facing the children on the left, looking after the children, recalling the grand event of the Hou family running around like pearls on the sea. Napoleon and his companions were in Emi, and Alaf was in the secluded Ceylon. Together with a few guards or some good people who came to visit, they recalled that in those days, daggers and horses galloped through the Central Plains, swept through Europe, fought bloody battles on sea towers, and screamed, all nations were shocked. He has great achievements, first he pats the table, then he strokes his forehead, and finally he holds the mirror.
Woohoo, my face is chapped and all my teeth are gone, my hair is white, I am slumped and old! If this is the case, there will be no thoughts except the gloom, there will be no heaven and earth except the miserable place, there will be no sun and moon except the decadence, there will be no sound except the sighs, there will be no career except waiting for death. It's true that there are beauties and heroes, but what about ordinary people? All his relatives and friends are in the tomb in the ruins; his daily life and food are all waiting for others.
Let’s pass today, let alone the future? Let this year go by, let alone next year? There is no one who is more discouraged and short-tempered in the world than the boss. Is it possible for this person to desire to use the means of grabbing clouds, to achieve great achievements, and to carry the spirit of mountains and seas? Alas! Is it true that I am the boss in China? Today, we refer to the past, how the Tang and Yu dynasties were ruled by Zhi; how heroic the Qin Emperor and Han Martial Arts were; how prosperous the literature from the Han and Tang Dynasties was; how illustrious the martial arts between Kangxi and Qianlong were.
What historians have narrated and poets and poets have eulogized are traces of the beautiful scenery and enjoyable events of our nation’s youth! Now he is dejected and old! Five cities were cut yesterday, and ten cities will be cut tomorrow. The birds and rats are everywhere, and the chickens and dogs are frightened every night. The land and property of eighteen provinces have become meat in people's arms; the fathers, brothers and children of four hundred trillion have become registered slaves. How can it be said that "the boss marries a merchant's wife"? Alas! Don't talk about what happened back then. I can't bear to look at the haggard time! The prisoner of Chu faced each other, looking at the shadow in a precarious state. His life was in danger, and he didn't care about the day or night.
A country is a country waiting to die, and its people are people waiting to die. No matter how hard everything is done, it is no wonder that everything is done by people! Ren Gong said: Is China the leader in fruit? This is one of the biggest issues on the planet today.
As the boss, China is a country of the past, that is, this country used to exist on the earth, but now it is gradually disappearing, and its destiny in the future is almost over. If it is not the boss, then China is the country of the future. That is to say, this country did not exist on the earth in the past, but now it is becoming more and more developed, and there is a long way to go in the future.
Do you want to end China as the boss today? For a young man? Therefore, we must first clarify the meaning of the word "国". What is the husband's country? There is land and there are people. The people who live in the land govern the affairs of the land where they live, make their own laws and abide by them. There is sovereignty and there is obedience. Everyone is sovereign and everyone is obedient.
If this is the case, it is called a fully established country. There has been no fully established nation on earth since hundreds of years.
Those who are fully established are in the prime of life. Those who are not fully established but gradually become fully established are the things of youth.
Therefore, I can sum it up in one sentence: The European countries are today a country in their prime, while China, today, is a country of youth. In ancient times, China had the name of a country, but it did not have the shape of a country.
It may be a country of families, a country of chiefs, a feudal country of vassals, or a country of autocratic kings. Although they are of different types, the constitution of the country has one part but lacks another.
Just like a baby from embryo to adulthood, one or two organs of the body grow first, while the rest of the body, although rough, cannot be used for its purpose. Therefore, the period before Tang and Yu was the embryonic era, the Yin and Zhou dynasties were the era of nursing, and the period from Confucius to the present is the era of children.
Gradually developed, and now it is about to enter the realm of teenagers and above. If it matures too late, then the people of the past dynasties have stifled its vitality.
For example, one may be sick in childhood and become old, or one may suspect that one's death is imminent, but one does not know that this is because it has not been completed yet. It's not about the past, it's about the future.
As for China, how could it be that there was a country in the past? But there are court ears! I, the descendants of the Yellow Emperor, have lived together as a clan and have stood on this earth for thousands of years. If you ask what the name of their country is, there is no answer. The so-called Tang, Yu, Xia, Shang, Zhou, Qin, Han, Wei, Jin, Song, Qi, Liang, Chen, Sui, Tang, Song, Yuan, Ming and Qing are all dynasty names.
The court is the private property of a family. The country is the public property of the people.
A dynasty has its own young and old, and a state has its own young and old. Since the dynasty and the country are different things, we cannot refer to the old and young of the dynasty as the old and young of the country.
Wen, Wu, Cheng, and Kang were the boyhood of the Zhou Dynasty. You, Li, Huan, and Nan indicate the age of old age. 2. Looking for ancient poems suitable for boys to recite, about 3 to 4 minutes, it is best to recommend the soundtrack, thank you
It is recommended that the soundtrack for reciting Zhang Ruoxu's "Spring River Flowers and Moonlight Night" can directly use Gu Zheng's "Spring River Flowers and Moonlight Night" "Or the pipa song "The Moon Is High" The flowers on the Spring River are as bright as the moonlit night. The spring river tide is even to the sea level, and the bright moon is shining brightly on the sea.
The twinkling waves follow the waves for thousands of miles, but there is no moon on the spring river! The river flows around the meadow, and the moonlight shines on the flowers and forests like snowflakes; frost flies in the sky, and the white sand on the terrace is invisible. The river and the sky were completely dustless, and there was only a solitary moon in the bright sky.
Who by the river saw the moon for the first time? When did Jiang Yue shine on people? Life is endless from generation to generation, but the river and the moon are only similar year after year. I don’t know who Jiang Yue is waiting for, but I see the Yangtze River sending water.
The white clouds are slowly disappearing, and the Qingfeng Pu is full of sorrow. Whose family is cheating tonight? Where do I miss Mingyue Tower? The poor moon is wandering upstairs, and it should be seen in the makeup mirror.
The jade door curtain cannot be rolled away, and it comes back when it is smashed and brushed on the anvil. At this time, we look at each other but do not hear each other. I hope that the moonlight will shine on you.
The swans fly so long that the light never reaches them, and the fishes and dragons dive and leap into the water. Last night, I dreamed of falling flowers in the pond, but it was a pity that I didn’t return home in the middle of spring.
The spring water in the river is gone, and the moon has set in the west again. The slanting moon hides the sea fog, and the Jieshi and Xiaoxiang roads are endless.
I don’t know how many people will return home by the moon. The falling moon shakes the trees all over the river with love. "Moonlight Night on the Spring River" Guzheng Music/yinyue/6019765?from=baidu. 3. Looking for an ancient poem suitable for male middle school students to recite, about 100 words long
Spring River Flower Moonlight Night by Zhang Ruoxu The spring river tide reaches the sea level, and the bright moon on the sea rises with the tide.
Where is the spring river without the moonlight? The river flows around Fangdian, and the moonlight shines on the flowers and forests like sleet. Frost is flying in the sky unknowingly, and the white sand on the pavilion cannot be seen.
The river and sky are completely dust-free, and there is only a solitary moon in the bright sky. Who by the river saw the moon for the first time? When did Jiang Yue shine on people? Life is endless from generation to generation, but the river and the moon are only similar year after year.
I don’t know who Jiang Yue treats, but I see the Yangtze River sending flowing water. The white clouds are slowly disappearing, and the green maple pond is full of sorrow.
Whose family is cheating tonight? Where do I miss Mingyue Tower? The poor moon is wandering upstairs, and it should be seen in the makeup mirror. The jade door curtain cannot be rolled away, and it comes back when the clothes are smashed and brushed on the anvil.
At this time, we are looking at each other but not hearing each other, and I hope that the moonlight will shine on you. The swans fly long and fast, and the fishes and dragons dive and jump into the water.
Last night I dreamed of falling flowers in the pond, and it was a pity that I didn’t return home in the middle of spring. The spring water in the river is gone, and the moon has set in the west again.
The slanting moon hides the sea fog, and the Jieshi Xiaoxiang road is endless. I wonder how many people will return by the moon? Falling flowers are shaking the trees in the river.
Author: (Tang Dynasty) Li Bai ugh! How dangerous it is! The road to Shu is as difficult as climbing to the sky. Silkworms and yufu, how confused the founding of the country is! You are forty-eight thousand years old, and you are not in the vicinity of Qin Sai.
There is a bird path in Taibai, Xidang, which can cross the top of Emei. The earth collapses and the mountains destroy the strong men to death, and then the stone stacks of the ladder to heaven are connected to each other.
There is a high mark of six dragons returning to the sun on the top, and a rushing wave and turning back to Sichuan below. The yellow crane cannot fly past, and the ape clings to it to overcome its sorrow.
How can there be so much green mud! A hundred steps lead to nine twists and turns in the rocky mountains. Mon went to the Lijing Well and raised his head and sighed, resting his head on his head with his hands, he sat down and sighed.
I asked you when you would return from your journey to the west. I was afraid that the journey would be steep and unreachable. But I saw mourning birds calling old trees, and male and female flying around the forest.
I also heard Zigui crying about the moon at night, feeling sad about the empty mountain. The road to Shu is as difficult as climbing to the sky! Make people listen to this withering beauty.
The sky is not full when the peaks are gone, and withered pines hang upside down against the cliff. The turbulent waterfalls are noisy, and the cliffs turn into rocks and thousands of valleys are thundered.
The danger is also like this. Why do people who have traveled far away come here? The sword pavilion is majestic and Cui Wei. One man can guard the gate, but ten thousand men cannot open it. Those who were guarding or robbing relatives turned into wolves and jackals.
Avoid tigers in the morning and snakes at night. Grinding teeth and sucking blood, killing people like numbness.
Although Jincheng is happy, it is better to return home early. The road to Shu is as difficult as climbing to the blue sky. I turned to the west and looked to the west, sighing. 4. Looking for an ancient poem suitable for male middle school students to recite, about a hundred words long
Spring River Flowers and Moonlight Night Zhang Ruoxu
The spring river tide reaches the sea level,
The bright moon on the sea ***Tide.
The twinkling waves follow the waves for thousands of miles,
Where is the spring river without the moonlight?
The river flows around Fangdian,
The moonlight makes the flowers and forests look like sleet.
The frost is flying in the sky unknowingly,
The white sand on the tiles is invisible.
The river and the sky are completely devoid of dust.
There is a solitary moon in the bright sky.
Who by the river saw the moon for the first time?
In what year did Jiang Yue shine on people?
Life is endless from generation to generation,
The river and the moon are only the same every year.
I don’t know who the river moon is waiting for,
But I see the Yangtze River sending water.
The white clouds are slowly disappearing,
There is so much sadness on Qingfeng Pu.
Whose family is cheating tonight?
Where can I miss Mingyue Tower?
The poor moon wanders upstairs,
It should be reflected on the makeup mirror.
The jade door curtain cannot be rolled away,
It comes back after pounding the clothes on the anvil and brushing it.
At this time, we look at each other but do not hear each other.
May the moonlight shine on you.
The wild geese fly for a long time without passing the light,
The fish and dragon dive and jump into the water.
Last night I dreamed of falling flowers in the pond,
It’s a pity that I didn’t return home in the middle of spring.
The spring flow of the river is gone,
The moon sets over the river pool and turns to the west again.
The slanting moon hides the sea fog,
The endless road to Jieshi and Xiaoxiang.
I wonder how many people will return by the moon?
Falling flowers are shaking the trees in the river.
Author: (Tang Dynasty) Li Bai
Ahem! How dangerous it is! The road to Shu is as difficult as climbing to the sky. Silkworms and yufu, how confused the founding of the country is! You are forty-eight thousand years old, and you are not in the vicinity of Qin Sai. There is a bird path in Taibai, Xidang, which can cross the top of Emei. The earth collapsed and the mountains destroyed the strong men to death, and then the ladders and stone stacks were connected to each other. There is a high mark of six dragons returning to the sun on the top, and a rushing wave and turning back to Sichuan below. The yellow crane cannot fly past, and the ape clings to it to overcome its sorrow. Why is there so much green mud? A hundred steps lead to nine twists and turns in the rocky mountains. Mon went to the Lijing Well and raised his head and breathed, and he sat with his hands on his back and sighed.
I asked you when you would return from your journey to the west. I was afraid that the journey would be steep and unreachable. But I saw mourning birds calling ancient trees, and male and female flying around the forest. I also heard Zigui crying about the moon at night and worrying about the empty mountains. The road to Shu is as difficult as climbing to the sky! Make people listen to this withering beauty. Even if the peaks are gone, the sky is not full, and withered pines hang upside down against the cliffs. The turbulent waterfalls are noisy, and the cliffs turn to rocks and thousands of valleys are thundered. The danger is also like this. Why do people who have traveled far away come here?
The sword pavilion is majestic and Cui Wei. One man can guard the gate, but ten thousand men cannot open it. Those who were guarding or robbing relatives turned into wolves and jackals. Avoid tigers in the morning and snakes at night. Grinding teeth and sucking blood, killing people like numbness. Although Jincheng is happy, it is better to return home early. The road to Shu is as difficult as climbing to the blue sky. I turned to the west and looked to the west, sighing. 5. Looking for 2 ancient texts suitable for recitation
Red Cliff Ode In the autumn of Renxu, in the seventh month, Su Zi and his guests went boating under Red Cliff.
The breeze blows slowly, but the water is calm. Lifting wine to the guests, reciting poems about the bright moon and singing graceful chapters.
A little while ago, the moon rose above the east mountain, wandering among the bullfights. White dew flows across the river, and the water reaches the sky.
Even though a reed is like this, thousands of hectares are at a loss. It is as vast as Feng Xu riding the wind without knowing where it stops, and fluttering as if he is left alone in the world, becoming an immortal and ascending to immortality.
So they drank and enjoyed themselves very much, and sang along to the boat. The song says: "The orchid oars are hanging on the osmanthus, and the light is shining in the sky.
I feel the mist in my arms, and I look forward to the beauty in the sky." There is a guest who plays the cave flute, and he sings along with it.
His voice was whining, like resentment, admiration, weeping, complaining, and the lingering sound was like a wisp. The lurking dragon dances in the secluded ravine, and the concubine weeps in the lonely boat.
Su Zi was stunned. He sat upright and asked his guest, "Why is that so?" The guest said, "'The moon and stars are few and far between, and the black magpies are flying south.' Isn't this a poem by Cao Mengde? Looking west. Xiakou, looking east to Wuchang, the mountains and rivers are close to each other, and the sky is green. Isn't this what Meng De was trapped in Zhou Lang? Drinking by the river, writing poems across the river, I have been a hero for a lifetime. How can I live now? . Sending mayflies to heaven and earth, a drop in the ocean.
I mourn for a moment in my life, and I envy the infiniteness of the Yangtze River. I carry the flying fairy to fly, and I will hold on to the bright moon for the rest of my life.
I know it. It was so sudden that it echoed in the sad wind." Su Zi said: "Do you know that the water and the moon are like this?
If you look at the changes in Gaijiang, you will see that heaven and earth cannot last for a moment; if you look at the things that remain unchanged, both things and I will be endless. And why would you envy it? Moreover, in heaven and earth, everything has its own owner; if it is not my property, I will not take even a single cent of it.
But the cool breeze on the river and the bright moon in the mountains can be heard by the ears and become sounds, and the eyes can encounter them and form colors. They can be taken without restraint and used inexhaustibly. They are the endless treasures of the Creator. This is where my son and I eat. "The guest laughed with joy, washed the cup and drank more.
The food cores were all gone, and the cups and plates were in a mess. The pillows and pillows were scattered in the boat, and they didn't know that the east was white.
Su Shi ( 1037~1101), courtesy name Zizhan, Dongpo Jushi, a native of Meishan in the Northern Song Dynasty. He was a famous writer and one of the eight great writers of prose in the Tang and Song Dynasties.
He was knowledgeable and versatile in calligraphy, painting, and poetry. He has high attainments in all aspects of poetry and prose. His calligraphy, together with Cai Xiang, Huang Tingjian and Mi Fu, is known as the "Four Masters of the Song Dynasty"; he is good at painting bamboos, trees and strange rocks, and he is also outstanding in painting theory and calligraphy.
He is the literary leader after Ouyang Xiu in the Northern Song Dynasty. His prose is as famous as Ouyang Xiu; his poetry is as famous as Huang Tingjian; his poems are majestic and bold in style. Instead of the elegance of his poems, he is called "Su Xin" together with Xin Qiji in the Southern Song Dynasty. ** * is a poet of the Haofang School. Chibi Fu is divided into former Chibi Fu and post-Chibi Fu.
Wang Bo's original text of Tengwang Pavilion: The old county of Yuzhang, the new mansion of Hongdu. .
The three rivers lead to the five lakes, and the wild bushes lead to Ouyue. > The mist of Xiongzhou is full of stars. The king of Taiwan rests on the crossroads of Yi and Xia, and the guests and hosts enjoy the beauty of the southeast.
The governor Yan Gong’s elegant look is far away; Stationed in. During the ten-day vacation, there are many friends from thousands of miles away, and there are many distinguished guests. Famous area; How could a boy know that he will be rewarded with victory? It is the ninth month of the year, and it belongs to the third autumn. Visiting the scenery in Chong'a.
Visit the old palace of Tianren. >
Heting and Fuzhu, the haunting of the poor island, Guidianlan Palace, the shape of hills and mountains, covered with embroidered gates, overlooking the carved rafts, the mountains are wide and the river is astonishing.
The palace is full of bells and the bells are ringing; the boats are floating in the sky; the blue birds and yellow dragons are flying in the sky; the clouds are clearing and the rain is shining;
The falling clouds and solitary swans are flying together, and the autumn water is shining. ***The sky is the same color for a long time. The fishing boats are singing late, and the sound of wild geese is chilling on the shore of Pengli.
The sound is clear in the distance, and the refreshing breeze is blowing. , The slender song is condensed and the white clouds are restrained.
The green bamboos in Suiyuan are floating in the bottle; the Zhuhua in Yeshui is shining in the brush of Linchuan.
Gazing at the sky in poverty, wandering in the leisure days with great pleasure. The sky is high and high, and I feel the infiniteness of the universe. When joy and sorrow come, I know the abundance and emptiness.
Looking forward to Chang'an under the sun, referring to Wu. Meet in the clouds. The terrain is extremely deep, the sky is high, and the north star is far away.
The mountain is difficult to cross, and who is sad to meet him by chance? , How old is the Fengxuan room? Alas! The fortunes are not good, and the fate is bad.
Feng Tang Yi is old, and Li Guang is difficult to seal. Qu Jiayi in Changsha is not without a holy master; when Liang Hong travels to Haiqu, is there no lack of bright time? It depends on the gentleman to see how many times he has, and the master knows his fate.
It’s better to grow old and grow stronger than to have a gray-headed heart? Being poor and getting stronger, I have the ambition not to fall into the blue clouds, I feel refreshed when I drink from the greedy spring, I still feel happy when I am in the dry road. Although Beihai is on credit, it can be picked up if it is soaring; the east corner is gone, but it is not too late to mulberry trees.
Meng Chang is noble and noble, and he has no desire to serve his country; Ruan Ji is rampant, how can he cry at the end of the road? Bo, three feet of micro life, a scholar. When there is no way, I ask for a tassel, waiting for the weak crown of the final army; when I have a heart, I cast a pen, and I love the long wind of the clan.
He gave up his hairpin and wat for hundreds of years, and carried it to him at dawn and dusk for thousands of miles. It is not the precious tree of the Xie family, but it is the neighbor of the Meng family.
He is getting closer to the court day by day, and he would like to accompany Lu Dui; now I am holding my arm in my hand, and I am happy to support him at the dragon gate. When Yang Yi doesn't meet, he touches Ling Yun and feels sorry for himself; when Zhong Qi meets him, why should he be ashamed to play the flowing water? Alas! The resort is rare and the feast is rare.
Orchid Pavilion is gone, Zize Qiu Ruins. The parting words are due to the kindness of Wei Xie; the climb to a high place to compose a poem is the wish of the public.
Dare to express your contempt, respectfully and sparsely quote, every word is full of poems, and all four rhymes are completed. Please sprinkle the Pan River, and let everyone pour the land, sea and clouds.
Wang Bo (649~676), Han nationality, poet of the Tang Dynasty. The word is Zian.
A native of Longmen, Jiangzhou (now Hejin, Shanxi). Wang Bo is as famous as Yang Jiong, Lu Zhaolin and Luo Bin for their poetry and prose, and they are also known as "Wang Yang Lu Luo" and "the Four Heroes of the Early Tang Dynasty".
Wang Bo was the grandson of Wang Tong, a great Confucian in the late Sui Dynasty (Wang Tong was a famous scholar in the late Sui Dynasty, with the title of "Zhongzi"). Wang Tong gave birth to two sons, whose eldest name was Fu Jiao, and the second one was named Fuzhi. Fuzhi was Wang Bo's father. He once served as Dr. Taichang, Sigong of Yongzhou, Magistrate of Jiaozhi County, Magistrate of Liuhe County, and Governor of Qi. It can be seen that Wang Bo grew up in a scholarly family.