Children's Prose Recitation 0 1 Bamboo Leaves Blow Dreams
Author: Geng
You are often awakened by a bamboo, and the wind sweeps your dreams away from the bamboo branches like a drop of dew. Is this the dream of bamboo leaves or your dream?
The joy of migrant workers sleeping on the street is impacting this bamboo forest. There is no noise of the city here, and there is no deep dream that the car ran over at midnight. Whispering between the wind and bamboo leaves, such as the rustling of drizzle, draws the echo of hometown: the bamboo forest drips water, and a little boy raises his thin face, bearing the cool water drops to quench his thirst.
You told me that the hawthorn trees in my hometown were all cut down, and the worthless hawthorn fruits and sour red lanterns were all cut down. ? Me too. What about hawthorn fruit? ? You said, with a sour smile on your face.
Nobody cares. Small migrant workers squatted at the corner of the road, empty-handed. Look at the car like running water, and watch the crowd pass by from morning till night. Who cast an inquiring glance?
Between 1000 bamboo leaves, the smoke is misty.
Tears rolled on a thousand bamboo leaves.
One falls and stops at the edge of your trembling mouth. Is this the tears of bamboo leaves or yours?
Wipe dry, stand up and pat the dust on your body. Do you want more? What about work? Let's go
? Life without work is more tiring than work. ? You said, with a sour smile on your face.
Children's prose recitation 02 Xiaoye
The wind from the north brought a message from Aunt Qiu:
? The weather is getting colder. Did you tell Xiao Ye that it was time to add more clothes? ? Got it! Got it! ?
Small leaves are sitting on the fork of the tree. They are all busy putting on their new golden clothes. Sure enough, the weather is getting colder and colder.
The wind, from the far north, brought the good news that Uncle Dong left.
Little leaves rest their heads on their heads. Hey hey? , discussed for quite a while:? It's cold, don't let Mother Earth freeze! ?
So they rushed down.
One, two, three. . . . . . Gently cover mother earth.
Children's Prose Recitation 03 Ice of Fire
Author: Lu Xun
Is the flowing fire molten coral?
There are some green and white in the middle, like coral's heart, red all over, like coral's meat, and the outer layer is a little black, so the coral is burnt.
Good is good, but it will be hot.
When it is inexplicably cold, the water freezes.
There is some green in the middle, like a coral heart, red all over, like coral meat, and some black on the outer layer, or the coral is burnt.
It's fine, but it's a pity to burn my hands.
Fire, the ice of fire, people can't help him, does he suffer?
Alas, ice of fire.