Seventh grade campus poetry recitation manuscript

I am quietly waiting for a voice to sing the May 4th song, but not many people remember that moment 83 years ago. Now the spring breeze is good, which brings the growth of grass and the flying of spring breeze, the warmth of green embankment and willow waves, the prosperity of the earth and the blooming of flowers, just for this moment. Our hearts are surging, and our hearts are surging just for this moment, and our thoughts are surging. Passion flies along the corridor of history. The glorious course is ups and downs, spanning a period of time. The colorful wings of youth have been flying in the wind for 87 years. After 87 years of vicissitudes, we have changed our ambitions. We are young and our dreams are always on our shoulders. We are still young-happiness is always in our bags. Because the torch of spirit has broken through the clouds and fog and burned out. Because the banner of that thought is destroyed, it flutters in the wind every year. In this festival, we are charming and have no luster. At this time of the year, we will be full of lofty sentiments, singing and laughing, and glory and dreams will fall on us like bright spring. Who remembers the propaganda and narration of the May 4th Movement? I remember those days when I was full of courage and progress, the souls of young people with boiling blood, and the days when our lives were covered with blood and resistance were far away. Away from the May 4th Movement, no one and not many people think of you, but you don't need anyone to commemorate you. Flowers that bloomed 83 years ago, don't expect to be sung by people who have been separated by nearly a hundred years. I know you love your motherland deeply. I know you have shed your blood for democracy and science. I know that your depraved youth is not only for home and country. It is a spirit, unyielding, free, democratic, scientific and patriotic. They fly over the Great Wall, mountains and rivers, and they travel through history, memory and time. I believe some people will remember, and some people don't want to be silent. There are always some souls behind the bustling and noisy city life who will not degenerate behind those earrings and long hair. There are always some sober voices singing softly. Come on, let's sing about this beautiful spring, the prosperous motherland, our youth and the blood in our veins. Let's sing, sing, sing, sing, sing, sing, sing, sing, sing, sing, sing, sing, sing, sing, sing, the spirit of freedom, the independent soul is near, the May 4th Movement will be engraved by us, let us take over the torch with temperature in 1983, and make our youth.