Self-prepared essays suitable for girls to read aloud
Self-prepared manuscripts are the key support for success in broadcasting and hosting exams. To read aloud well, you must read the full text repeatedly. Only by understanding it can you complete the recitation manuscript well. The premise is to choose a manuscript that suits you, so that candidates can perform more brilliantly. Below I have compiled for you self-prepared prose manuscripts suitable for girls to read aloud. , I hope it can help everyone!
"A Kind of Life"
No matter how small the yard is, you must plant willows, and the willows will surely weep. When I open the window at dawn, I feel like I see an immortal standing in front of me with my skirts drawn up. When the moon rises in the sky, I feel like an immortal is combing his hair in the mirror. The tented house is always accompanied by immortals, so there is no regret that there are no small ruts left in front of the door. It can illuminate and extinguish fireflies, and it can observe the movement of wind. In March, velvet flowers grow, and a few bloom on the wall, so that they can calmly accept the laughter of daughters passing by.
Only prepare a small cup for drinking. A small cup can help you avoid worries about personnel, livelihood, dog bites and debt collection. Can I play music and recite Dongpo? I can accompany the Jade Emperor at the top, and the beggar in Beitian Court at the bottom? I use the remaining walls to repair the distant mountains, use the basin to hold the sun, and the sound of cooked copper is heard when I knock it. He can laugh, and when his laughter is silent, he is sleeping under a willow tree with his chest uncovered. Children know this. After half an hour, dip their breasts with saliva. Once cool, they will wake up and go to work.
Traveling through unknown mountains and rivers, saving money on tickets, not seeing people and not being seen. Wherever the feet go, there goes the road. I like to watch the intrigues among the rocks and listen to the chirping of birds in front of the wind. The clouds are on the top of the mountain, but the clouds are further away. So I breathe in the fresh air and return with all my thoughts. When you come back, you will write your own articles, and you will not be the same as others. You can continue to travel as you like and earn a few royalties. Make up for the money for that pair of dragon-bearded straw sandals.
When reading leisurely books, you don’t have to behave yourself. You can sit, stand, or lie down. Occasionally, I look at the base of the wall, where water erosion is mottled. I glance at it and catch an image, which matches the people and things in the book. The more I look at it, the more like it becomes. Or listen to the oriole outdoors, the oriole can recognize the song of the bird.
Communicating with others is light, bland to tasteless, but observing people tastes the most. We can invite those who come to Huashan to visit the ruined bridge. Those who dare to risk their lives and come here to visit? Those who write on the cliff on the other side of the bridge are not allowed to be incest. How can you love someone without cherishing your own life? It can imply that a woman sends a letter of love and immediately replies to the letter with the intention of cheating. Those who are no longer as cold as ice when receiving letters also do not make friends. How can one be sincere without sympathy? The front door is left in the cold, just in time, one can plant bamboos to see the trend, one can raise chrysanthemums to appreciate slimming, and one can read the inscriptions on bird's claws. In the long summer of July, I sleep and turn over. When I wake up, I can know when the cicada has sounded.
If you don’t keep a cat in good health, the cat will be charming. If you don’t raise crickets, they will fight cruelly. You can raise spiders. If you see a slanting thread hanging in front of the eaves in the morning, you don’t need to pick it up. Tomorrow there will be criss-crossing them, and tomorrow the web will be as exquisite as a woman’s hair cover. Go out and look at the sky. The sky has longitude and latitude and self-examination. The sun rises after the morning dew falls and rains. It is covered with silver beads and shines together. One sun gives birth to countless suns. If there is an old net in the corner, there is no need to sweep it. Let the dust fall away. Over time, the rope will become thicker, like the roots of an old tree. It can be used as a three-dimensional mural. Read tradition, read modernity, and always read new things.
If you want to keep a diary, remember your dreams. If you wake up from a dream in the middle of the night, don't open your eyes. Slowly sit up and recall the sleep, and the dream will continue again. Dreams are like life in the past life, either doing good deeds, committing murders, having fun, or suffering. Remember the traces and experience the state of mind to observe the reality. Observe me and know myself. Self-knowledge means you can stand on your own in the hustle and bustle of the world.
Use a padlock when going out. The lock should be old. Old locks can prevent thieves from damaging the door. Keys can be inserted into the lock holes of the cabinets in the house to keep the cabinets intact if thieves come.
"The Grassland in the Sky"
In the vague memories of my childhood, I was born in a white yurt with smoke from cooking stoves. The vast prairie was me. It is my rocking blue when I am sleeping, my playmate when I play, and my palace when I study. The land that gave birth to me and raised me, I cherish you as my own body. The river water that bathes me, why are you always as pure and fragrant as my mother's milk? Goshawks are looking and watching in the sky, and black horses are in the sky. Running freely, under the flat-topped mountains, there are herds of cattle and sheep, and you, my grassland in the sky, and your melodious pastoral songs, accompany me to sleep every night.
I like to ride horses and sing loudly. It’s like returning to the legendary era. I yearn to become a wolf like my ancestors and travel around the world to see the stories in my grandfather’s stories. That boundless ocean.
And now, I have really left you and come to this strange place. I have lost the yurt and the pasture. I am just running around for a small ideal in my heart. There were laughter and tears, and I was proud and discouraged. However, I have never regretted it, because every time I drag my tired body to sleep, I find that your melodious pastoral songs are echoing in my ears again; I find that my heart has been beating in the green On the jewel-like grassland. Like crystal clear river water, I really discovered that the singing voice is like a horn, and that heart continuously gives me strength and hope!
Tengritala, I Grassland in the sky, hey! Only now do I understand why my ancestors have to come back to you after thousands of hardships and hardships. Why do I always feel that you are looking forward to me when I am in a foreign land! Mongolians, He is the son of the grassland. The son of the grassland is so in love with his hometown.
Tengritala, my grassland in the sky, please listen to me. I am also the son of the grassland. I am also the son of the grassland. Everything I do today is to one day be able to Return to your side, smooth away the wrinkles on your face, drive away the raging storm for you, and let your old smile bloom again!
Waiting for me, my grassland in the sky , my hometown of Changshengtian, my mother-in-law!
The prose "Grassland in the Sky" is suitable for girls with rougher voices and is full of affection.
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