Passionate poems suitable for recitation

Ode to the Ancestor: My motherland, with lofty mountains, overlooks the storms of history, and the twilight is boundless, allowing clouds to drift by. The solid back has withstood the vicissitudes of hundreds of millions of years. My motherland, the river is rushing, the mighty torrent rushes through the whirlpool of history, goes forward bravely, washes away the pollution of a hundred years, and the stormy waves hit the canyon, which has experienced many ups and downs of fate. My motherland is vast in territory and abundant in natural resources, and the beautiful scenery breeds splendid traditional culture. The sun sets in the desert, the moonlight is drunk with lotus flowers, and there are still many splendid civilizations shining on the vast land. My motherland, with its industrious people, 56 caring nationalities, wonderful oriental charm and romantic humanistic customs, has many beautiful and moving legends that have been passed down through the ages. This is my motherland, this is my beloved motherland. I love your long and splendid history, I love your flowers on every inch of land, I love your magnificent rivers and mountains, and I love the indomitable spirit of your people. My motherland, my beloved motherland. You are a cock with your head held high-wake up the silence of dawn, you are a soaring dragon-the storm of the times, you are a magnificent lion-dancing the glory of China, and you are the origin of human wisdom-igniting the spark of civilization. You have a sacred name, and that is China! That's China, my motherland. My beloved motherland. I love my motherland deeply. My beating heart has been beating for five thousand years. I love my motherland deeply. The surging blood is surging with the waves of the Yangtze River and the Yellow River. I love my motherland deeply. My yellow skin is printed with the color left by my ancestors. I love my motherland deeply. My black eyes reveal a humble smile. I love my motherland deeply. My strong character is tall and straight. I love my motherland deeply. My motherland, lovely China, you have created a glorious history and raised a great nation. I am proud of your long history. Thousands of years of strong winds can't break your tall and straight back. I am proud of your strength, and I have spent years at home and abroad. I am proud of your light, the Chinese nation has firmly grasped its own destiny, I am proud of your spirit, and the reform and opening up are magnificent. Lovely motherland, wherever I go, I will hold your arm, and wherever I live, you will warm my heart. Lovely motherland, you hold the rudder of the new century, and you have created miracles that shocked the world with speed and strength. You have achieved another more brilliant development with diligence and wisdom! Motherland, motherland, you will always be full of hope, motherland, motherland, you will always be full of vitality! I think Nian Nujiao's "Red Cliff Nostalgia" is the most magnificent modern poem. Youth holds the pen tip without direction, sails to the ends of the earth, never stops, dances with the blue waves of the times, ripples with the rhythm of the years, ordinary youth, waves and waves are bathed in light, puts the ideal on a huge ship, sings autumn, dyes mountains and rivers, streams in the spring and stands in the winter, and swims in the galaxy in summer to eat spicy hot pot. The waste of playing tree rings has created the accumulation of years, and young people are struggling. Sunlight interweaves, sweat combs, and fragrant coffee fruits are cooked in the soil. Looking at Yaotai's mother, she smiled and praised the heroic feats. Listening to the song of youth shining in the sun and the moon, the footsteps of youth are stepping on mountains and rivers. It is not difficult to grind clay balls and iron into needles. Hard work and courage refer to bad food, thousands of dollars, and waves of technology. Hundreds of millions of years have passed. The years that have not yet come cover up the noise and bumps of the wind and rain. We tug at the rope woven by youth and tug-of-war with those who don't kneel in years. A modern poem "People Go" is a man who kills people without blinking an eye. Immortal career, all killing people. Once upon a time, there were heroes who were loyal and loyal. You kill people and your body is as light as a feather. There are also heroic tyrants who kill people like hemp and gallop around the world, only boasting invulnerability. Looking for this kind today is in vain. Have you noticed, Confucianism rose up, a strong man broke his wrist, and China praised benevolence and righteousness from now on. Once barbarians invaded the Central Plains, the literati ran to the cowardly people and wept bitterly. I want to learn ancient customs and revive my heroism. Fame is like dirt, and those who despise righteousness laugh at it. Wearing an iron sword, killing in a rage. Stock trading, drinking and laughing at ghosts and gods. It takes ten weeks to kill an enemy thousands of miles away. Turn Zhu Tian naked, married. Out of the west gate, I looked back at dusk. God was tired and sleepy, and the horn of war suddenly sounded. Simon, don't leave your mother. Mom is sad, but not sad. I have a history, and that person will never come back. The killing between heaven and earth shocked the Yin court. Three steps to kill one person, cardiac arrest. Thousands of waves of blood, thousands of mountains of corpses. A strong man goes out to war, tired of sleeping on enemy corpses. I still kill people in my dreams, and my smile reflects Su Hui. Daughter, don't ask, why is the man fierce? In ancient times, benevolence only harmed people, and morality was never true. Didn't you see that liger is famous for hunting animals, but who can be a singer of elk? The world has never been divided into strong and weak, even if it is reasonable, it is futile. Don't ask, men have their own ways. When a man is a man, he is violent. Things and benevolence, two don't stand. Men are killing each other, as bold as bears and as bold as wolves. If you were born a man, you would kill him. Don't teach men to wrap women's hearts with their bodies. Men never feel sorry for themselves, but laugh at their opponents to death. There are a hundred battlefields in the enemy's field, and I want weeds everywhere. Men don't shake, there is a song for you: killing one is a crime, killing ten thousand is a hero. Tu 9 million, that is, Xiong Zhongxiong. Xiongzhong Xiong Xiong, the Tao is different: He who sees through the name of benevolence and righteousness for thousands of years makes this life heroic. A good name doesn't like a bad name, and killing millions goes unpunished. It is better to scold me for not teaching than to teach 10 thousand people to hate each other. Looking at the world for five thousand years, where can a hero not kill people?