My Chinese dream recitation in senior one.

As a freshman, I have a Chinese dream. My Chinese dream is a beautiful poem. The following is what I arranged for you. I hope you like the Chinese dream of my freshman year.

My Chinese dream in senior one: my dream, my Chinese dream recitation.

Teacher: By ringing the bell of history, we have heard China's dream of 5,000 years.

Through the long river of years, we have seen the power of dragons to realize their dreams.

Teacher: 5,000 years of history has given us wisdom eyes.

Five thousand years of persistence has given us the backbone of steel.

Student: Sixty years ago, a red sun Ran Ran rose, and its solemn declaration echoed inside and outside the Great Wall.

60 years later, a nation stands tall and majestic, soaring between heaven and earth.

Five thousand years of implication accumulation and sixty years of self-improvement have realized the dream of enriching the country and strengthening the people.

This is an era of connecting the past with the future and opening up the future.

We heard the call that touched our hearts:

Build a "Chinese Dream" with one heart and one mind.

Teacher: In a flash, full of blood is boiling and full of lofty sentiments are singing.

Guo Zhishuai: I have a red dream. The great rejuvenation of the Chinese nation will be realized, and the bright five-star red flag will fly high at the top of the world.

Dong: I have an orange dream. My cold heart becomes warm, my indifferent face becomes bright, my lonely corner has light, and blooming flowers replace smoke.

Darren Tabb: I have a yellow dream. The water of the Yellow River is surging, the wind and rain are gone forever, and the spring scenery is full of people.

Feng Xiaohui: I have a green dream. The mountains and rivers are picturesque and the green ecology is sustainable.

Yan Haoyu: I have a blue dream. Young China is full of youthful agitation, and reform is always ahead.

Lu Zhiguo: I have a blue dream. The pure sky is blue, and a happy life is full of sunshine.

Chen Zhenguo: We have a purple dream. The East is a big country. Purple gas comes from the east. China rises, the world shares!

Student: This is my dream.

This is also my dream.

This is our dream.

This is our colorful dream-

the Chinese Dream

Teacher: China teenagers, high-spirited, determined to win, will live with heaven and earth.

Teacher: The juvenile Chinese dream, magnificent and unchanging, will shine with the sun and the moon.

Teachers and students: Let's join hands.

Add color to the Chinese dream and fly your dreams!

My Chinese Dream II in Senior One: Chinese Dream Poetry Recitation

92 years ago,

The mountains and rivers are turbulent and the powers are raging.

Confused China people,

It's hard to breathe under the pressure of those three mountains.

On that dark day,

I heard the roar of the Yellow River,

As if angry telling something;

I heard the crying of the Yangtze River,

As if looking at the child's loving mother sadly.

This is really a dark moment,

Suddenly, a glimmer of light appeared in the far east.

What is that?

Is that a blessing of redemption?

Is that a loving mother's eyes?

Is this the hope that will lead us to prosperity?

Yes,

That's her!

That is China * *! That's our dawn!

today,

Today, 92 years later,

That stormy China has long been history,

But we dare not forget the road stained with blood,

We will always remember the humbleness of a weak country without diplomacy.

We are glad that we firmly believe that,

It was China who led us out of the darkness.

It was China who led us to prosperity.

It is China who leads us to stand tall in the world!

Under the leadership of the Party, we are constantly pursuing our dreams.

Our dreams are flying in the bright party flag,

On the road to realizing the Chinese dream, we have never flinched!

Chinese dream,

The rising China will realize its dream!

My Chinese Dream III in Senior One: Chinese Dream Recitation

M: This is my dream.

Woman: This is my dream, too.

Yamato: This is our Chinese dream.

Woman: Tonight/you came to my dream/you brought the goddess who mended the colorful stones in the sky.

Man: Tonight/you came into my dream/you brought the story of Fuxi's ancestors.

Woman: You call me in the gentlest words.

Man: The sound makes my blood boil all over.

Woman: So, I listened to the bells of the Qing Dynasty and the Warring States Period coming to you.

M: I am stroking the Silk Road with yellow sand all over the sky towards you.

W: I feel majestic. All the other mountains are dwarfed under the sky. When I went to Wan Li, I saw Mount Tai/the Great Wall.

M: I appreciate the tenderness of Jiangnan water town and the vastness of the northern snowfield.

Woman: I see it. I saw everything that fascinated me. Did you get a look at him?

Man: Yes, I see it. I saw the ranger's sword shining with cold light/

I saw the bright red tassel on the big fellow's helmet.

Woman: Listen, what's that noise?

Man: This is the neigh of Temujin's horse galloping on the grassland/the sound of Zheng He's voyage to the West/

It is the cry of Qi Jiguang's horizontal knife to cut the enemy immediately.

Woman: Is that the waves in Chibi/Songtao Forest in Changbai Mountain/the compassion of people with lofty ideals?

It is the end of the world, the most beautiful cry of the horn of the sea/the glory that has been poured into our souls for five thousand years.