To Lacker Shelley, I wish you a long life and a happy spirit! Who said you were a bird? You pour out your whole heart from heaven or near heaven and create rich music without thinking.
You jump up from the ground, fly up, fly up, spread your wings in the blue sky like a fire, and you keep singing and flying.
The setting sun emits golden lightning, and you are floating and flying in that bright cloud, just like invisible joy, just beginning your journey.
Lavender dusk blends with your soaring, just like a star sinking into the daytime sky. Although you can't see it, I can hear your joy: clear and sharp, like the morning star shooting at millions of Yin Hui. Although its bright light is gradually shrinking and invisible in the clear morning light, I can still vaguely feel it.
The whole earth and sky are singing with your songs, just like on a bright night, from a lonely cloud, the moon flows out of Guanghua, and Guanghua overflows the sky.
We don't know what you are; What is the most similar to you? The rain from the rainbow clouds is bright, but how can you get the sound you left behind? Poets seem to live in the light of their own thoughts. He sang with his head held high, making the world feel the hope, fear and praise he sang from indifference. It seems that a famous girl is sitting alone in a tall building. In order to relax her lingering mood, she filled her embroidered pavilion with sweet music in the silent moment. Like a golden firefly, in the condensed valley, its light is scattered everywhere in the flower grass, but the flowers and plants cover it up without gratitude; It is like a rose hidden in its own green leaves, and the warm wind comes around it. Finally, its fragrance with too much sweetness makes the thief unconscious: whether the spring rain falls on the sparkling grass or the rain knocks the flowers awake, how can you make your songs have cheerful and bright music? Bird or elf, say: Are you out of your mind? I have never heard praise for love or wine. Like you, generate has a string of sacred ecstasy.
Whether it's a triumph song or a wedding chorus, if compared with your song, it's like an empty exaggeration. Oh, there are always things that are not as expected.
What constitutes the source of your happy songs? What fields, what waves, what peaks? What sky or plain? Is it love for peers? Still no pain? Who will feel tired because of your fresh happiness? The shadow of pain never approaches you; You are in love, but you don't know that love can be destroyed by fullness.
Whether you are asleep or awake, your feelings about death must be more real and profound than people think, otherwise, how can your songs flow so brilliantly? We always look forward and backward, longing for things that don't exist; Our most sincere smile is also full of some kind of pain, and the sweetest song is the one that can best pour out our feelings.
However, if we get rid of hatred, pride and fear; If we were born without tears or crying, how can we feel your joy? Oh, for a poet, your singing is better than all the rhythms composed of homophones, and it is also better than the lessons given by books. You are so rich that you despise life on earth! As long as you teach me half the happiness you know to sing with me, a harmonious upsurge will flow from my lips and the world will listen to me as I listen to you.
Translated by Cha in 1820
Poetry and prose suitable for reciting
Two articles, the landlord chooses by himself. Bamboo leaves blow dreams □ Author: Geng You are often awakened by a bamboo forest, and the wind blows dreams off the bamboo branches like a drop of residue.
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.
"I am also a hawthorn fruit.
"You said, a sour smile on his 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? Dry it, stand up, pat the dust on your body, you have to go to work.
"Life without work is more tiring than work.
"You said, a sour smile on his face.
Fate and Challenge □ Author: Ai Jun I once drifted in the storm, I once stood on the waves and thought hard, I once shouted for poverty and backwardness.
I finally stand in the long river of history and today, and I want to swear: challenge the god of fate! Don't buy and complain that our parents have given us poor and backward soil; Don't complain, the vicissitudes of the world have ruined our thin backbone.
I will never pray to God to give me a rich and civilized home and let me die in peace.
Since it is fate, I will challenge, and I am willing to be a rebel of God! How many times I drifted in the wind and rain, wandering and looking for it made me understand the value of life; How many times have I thought on the waves, thinking and dreaming made me look at the navigation mark.
At the starting point of poverty and backwardness, I will sail along the rivers of history and today ... where is the bread? Where is it? ! "There will be bread and everything!" In the challenge against fate, my eternal belief: that is my strength!
Find a short passage suitable for reciting (note: male)
Fate and Challenge I have wandered in the storm, I have stood on the wave and thought hard, and I have shouted to poverty and backwardness.
I finally stand in the long river of history and today, and I want to swear: challenge the god of fate! Don't buy and complain that our parents have given us poor and backward soil; Don't complain, the vicissitudes of the world have ruined our thin backbone.
I will never pray to God to give me a rich and civilized home and let me die in peace.
Since it is fate, I will challenge, and I am willing to be a rebel of God! How many times I drifted in the wind and rain, wandering and looking for it made me understand the value of life; How many times have I thought on the waves, thinking and dreaming made me look at the navigation mark.
At the starting point of poverty and backwardness, I will sail along the rivers of history and today ... where is the bread? Where is it? ! "There will be bread and everything!" In the challenge against fate, my eternal belief: that is my strength.
Seek the most suitable articles for recitation, and poetry and prose can surpass famous works with a little ups and downs. ...
Our name is youth. Our name is youth, which is memorable like a poem, pleasing to the eye like a painting, edifying our temperament like a song, and dancing like a dance ... We, with noisy books and flying songs; We, full of energy, cheer for strength; We are green and full of sunshine.
Look, this is us! We are full of vigor, we are full of vigor! We are flowers, beautiful but easy to wither. If we don't take care of them, they will wither before they are beautiful. We are the rain, hazy but affectionate. If we don't grasp it, when we are sad, we will become clear tears and broken. We are the wind, and we come and go in a hurry. If you don't stay, you will be fleeting inadvertently and drift away without a trace.
We just hope that even if someone fails, there will still be a firm and persistent dream; We are free, we can sing until the end of time if we want to, and we can be tragic if we want to cry; We are a load, so that people can't find a corner to rest in the cycle of paying; As long as we struggle and let people know how to climb the Range Rover, we will succeed. We are an unrepentant road, and we can't turn back after we have passed it; We are just a heavy book, which can be filled with happiness and loneliness, but we can't stay on its title page because of waiting.
Yes, we are actually the most beautiful scenery in life, the most vivid memory in people's lives, short and beautiful, marking growth and future, recording applause and smiles! Catch us! Keep us! We are full of happiness and vitality; We show chic and beauty; We symbolize wisdom and strength; We mean to struggle, that is, to make progress.
We have colorful dreams, and we have dripping sadness; We have trekking footprints, and we have a bright smile.
Idle time is the cradle of pain, and cherishing us is the starting line of happiness.
With us, there is hope for the future, and with us, there is the sunrise of life.
Bless us and cherish us! Cherish us and keep us! We are full of vigor and courage, because our name is Qingqing! Enthusiasm climbed to the top of the mountain countless times to find your love, but your melancholy eyes made me deeply sad. In the twenty-second spring and autumn period, I looked up at the arrogant and angry heart of time, gathered my passionate and narrow eyes, and endured loneliness with timid ambition. Where are you? My friend, my shallow knowledge, is calling for indifference. Why don't you hide? Don't make me feel cold. People with empty dreams and frivolous desires are pitiful and make people laugh. Let's cherish the bell of the new century, let's keep up with the pace of the new century, let's hold a banquet and let all the desperate world gallop forward. Countless adventurers are burning with unyielding enthusiasm. Those demons who despise human rights, ignore life and corrode holy hearts, look! What have you turned the world into? Look! Look at it. I want to turn the latest civilization into the purest song to welcome the birth of new life. They are the sun in our hearts. This is our dream and my persistent passion.
Are there any essays suitable for reciting?
On a dusty construction site, a number of new buildings will be laid, but there is still a shabby hut propped up in isolation.
In the eyes of ordinary people, it may be thought that this is a "nail house" that is difficult to pull out.
But who knows that there is a sad story behind this "nail house": the head of the house is an old couple, and their only son is a mentally retarded child in his thirties, who often runs away from home and comes back every ten and a half months.
But this time, he went out for more than two months and did not come back. The old couple are worried and in a dilemma.
If you don't move, it will affect the construction progress of the site. If you move, you are worried that your silly son will not find his parents when he goes home.
Finally, the broken house moved.
From then on, an old man stood on tiptoe in the east and west of the construction site, waiting for his silly son who had not returned for a long time, accompanied by the rumble of the machine, regardless of dust and wind and rain.
Prose or prose poem suitable for girls to recite.
I think Dai Wangshu's Rain Lane is quite suitable for Rain Lane. Dai Wangshu walked alone in a long, lonely rain lane with an oil-paper umbrella. I hope to meet a girl as sad as lilac.
She is lilac-like color, lilac-like fragrance, lilac-like sadness, sadness in the rain, sadness and hesitation; She wandered in the lonely rain lane, holding an oil-paper umbrella, as indifferent, sad and melancholy as I am.
She silently approached, approached and took a breath. She drifted across a dreamlike sadness and confusion.
Like lilacs floating in a dream, this girl drifted by me; She walked away silently, walked away, walked towards the crumbling fence and walked through the rainy path.
In the elegy of rain, her color faded, her fragrance dispersed, and even her sighing eyes were lilac-like melancholy.
Holding an oil-paper umbrella, a person lingers in a long, long, long, long rain lane, hoping to float past a girl with a clove knot.
I want to find a reading article ~! ! You can refer to "Chinese classics" ...
"Chinese New Year" Feng Zikai didn't know the solar calendar when he was a child, only the lunar calendar.
1February 15, the air in the Spring Festival began to thicken.
The three dyers in our dyehouse are all from Shaoxing, and went back to their hometown on1February 16.
15, the store hosted a banquet and set a table of wine to see them off.
This is an early New Year's wine.
As an old shop practice, it makes sense to have a whole chicken on the New Year's Eve: whoever the head of the chicken faces will be dismissed.
So be careful when serving.
But my shop is very small. There are three people in the shop, three people in the workshop, and only six people in a * * *. These six people rarely change, so this kind of attention is very little.
But the mother is still very careful, taking care of the servants when serving, and must face the chicken's head to the empty place.
Every year on the 23rd night of the twelfth lunar month, the Kitchen God Bodhisattva goes to heaven for about a week, goes up on the 23rd night and comes back on New Year's Eve.
This bodhisattva is said to be sent by the gods to spy on others, one by one.
Almost like government-appointed officials, but there are more people (gods).
They perch on people's stoves and smell the food.
Every first day and half a month, we should burn incense and worship him.
On this day, every family will cook red beans and glutinous rice. First, Kazuhiro Mori bowls will be served in front of Kitchen God, and then the whole family will eat them.
After dinner, at dusk, my father wore a big dress to worship God in front of the stove, and then we all bowed down.
After the worship, please take down the idol of Kitchen God from Kitchen God Mountain and put it on the chair in the kitchen.
This kitchen chair was bought from the market during the day, with red and green paper on it. There is a pair of couplets on each side, which reads "Heaven performs good deeds and peace in the next world".
We take some seeds of holly and cypress, insert them on both sides of the sedan chair, and then hang a string of paper gold ingots on the sedan chair; Take some sugar cakes and stick them on the mouth of the kitchen god Bodhisattva.
In this way, he went up to see God, and his mouth was sticky and he couldn't speak clearly, so as not to tell all the evil things of others.
So my father respectfully held the stove sedan chair and took it outside the city gate to melt.
When melting, you must grab a paper ingot and take it in and hide it in the cupboard. I wish you a real gold ingot next year.
After sending the chef to heaven, mother Chen cooked a meal for her father and served wine, saying that the food and wine must be delicious, because no chef absorbed its aroma first.
Father also smiled and praised the food and wine.
Looking back now, he played dumb and had a good time.
Because he won this last juren, the imperial examination was abolished and he was not allowed to stretch. He has no comfort in living in this shabby house in the backcountry. He only does things in the middle of the year, chats, entertains himself, and also means to be happy with others at any time.
After the stove was delivered on the 23rd, the family was busy making rice cakes.
This glutinous rice cake is big and tough. I can't even beat myself. I must ask a male worker to help.
This male worker is mostly Lu A 'er, also called Wu A 'er.
Because his surname is Lu, and his father is on the fifth line.
Two pillows, "home-cooked rice cakes", are about three feet long; In addition, many smaller rice cakes are 2 feet long, 1 foot long; There are also brown sugar rice cakes and white sugar rice cakes.
In addition, there are pendants, lilies, oranges and other knickknacks, all made by mothers and sisters.
I washed my hands and participated, but I couldn't do it well, so I finally ate it myself.
My sisters also made many small rice cakes, modeled after the big ones, which were used to worship small Buddha statues during the Spring Festival on the evening of the 27th.
The Spring Festival on the evening of 27th is a grand occasion.
During the day, I was busy burning sacrifices: pig heads, whole chickens, big fish and big meat, all in big plates.
In the evening, after dinner, connect two square tables with "Six Gods" on them, and a red table with huge tin incense burners and candlesticks in front of it.
There are many sacrifices on the table, surrounded by rice cakes.
Our hall is shared by three families. In my house, Uncle Wu's house is on the right and Jialing's house is on the left. Three families came to worship the New Year Bodhisattva at the same time. The house is brightly lit, filled with cigarettes, and the weather is very prosperous! Compared with the three, my altar is the most decent.
What's more, we also have a little bodhisattva, that is, there are two coffee tables beside the big table, which are also lengthened. It is also for a statue of a little bodhisattva to put a small incense burner and a small pot of sacrifices, just like the Lilliputian New Year.
I remember that I worshipped the Six Gods and the red paper cover on the sacrificial plate.
This six gods card is beautifully painted. There are six editions, and several bodhisattvas are painted on each edition, including Buddha, Guanyin, Jade Emperor, Confucius, Wenchang Emperor and Kuixing.
Usually folded and displayed in front of the hall, not allowed to open and watch. At this time, the exhibition will be held.
The red paper covers on the sacrificial plates were all cut by my aunt, and the words "Fulu Xi Shou", "Yipin Dangchao" and "Pingsheng San Ji" were all cut out and cleverly embedded in them.
I was only seven or eight years old at that time, and I loved these things, which showed that I was destined to be artistic.
Most people celebrate the New Year on the evening of 27th.
So the shop is open tonight and won't close until after midnight.
We invited our partners out for a walk and bought fireworks.
There are many kinds of fireworks. We bought beautiful fireworks such as snow cannons, meteors, gold and silver plates, water rats, kaleidoscopes, etc. instead of firecrackers at both ends and firecrackers that were split and patted.
Among them, kaleidoscope is the best, but it is very expensive and difficult to buy.
Buying it back and putting it in the patio can increase the joy of the New Year.
I took apart a string of firecrackers and put them away one by one.
I lit the fire and immediately covered it with a jar. Bang, even the jar jumped up.
I was afraid to put it in my hand at first.
Later, after being taught by Brother Le Sheng (there is another article about this person), he dared to hold it in his hand.
Two fingers gently hold the end of the firecrackers. When you get angry at first, turn your head back at once.
Gradually sophisticated, that is, as if nothing had happened.
At the end of the year, I am going to stay up all night.
The shop has arranged a windbreak lamp and inserted candles.
Take out all the dishes and chopsticks at the dinner party at the end of the year, and wish everyone a prosperous next year.
The number of eating bowls cannot be single, but must be in pairs.
If you eat three bowls, you must fill them again, even if you only fill a little. In short, you must make up a double number.
My mother distributed lucky money at dinner. I remember it was 40 cents, wrapped in red paper.
I spent it all on fireworks.
After the New Year's Eve, a farce was staged.
This is called "rough paper to wipe the depression".
"Depression" is ass.
One person wipes another person's mouth with a rough piece of paper.
It means: your mouth is your ass, and all the ominous words you have said this year, such as "dying", are tantamount to farting.
But people don't want to be wiped out and try to escape.
However, the person who wipes is naughty, accidental and sudden. People who are afraid that you are extremely careful will always be wiped.
Sometimes he goes out the front door.
People will not be wary of him.
I'm afraid he'll go around in circles and come in quietly through the back door. ...
How to read this essay well?
First of all, there is no problem with Putonghua and basic reading, ok moonlight, a soothing person in the countryside.
(Calm) Tomorrow, the sun will still rise. They will wake up under the sound of water.
(the last sentence, read faster, but have feelings.
Tomorrow's sun is not mine. (shake your head and sigh, immediately follow the last paragraph, these two paragraphs together. I am a stranger in a rural city.
It's hard to give up.
Even people like me (Xiao Duan) who have been hiking for many years miss the water town customs. (This place can be regarded as a colon. For example, the following matters:) Several people who are famous for their surnames imply that I have unconsciously become someone they miss. When the fat fish and vegetables are served, they send their children to invite them.
They shared with me generously and didn't treat me as an outsider.
Shui Ze's gentleness washed away people's edges and corners, and she was as strong as pebbles. It doesn't hurt even if it hits.
I often sit in the roadside pavilion and watch men, women and children pass by me.
(Close your eyes and daydream) They smell better than people in other places, showing a (small broken) calm heart from the fluttering of their clothes and the confusion of their actions.
This is also a gift of water! Wandering is natural, but in swaying, you learn to understand each other, with love as the anchor, like people in the same boat.
(Smile and meditate) Moonlight, (sigh, sublimate) I can't help praying that the moonlight can hug them more gently (solemnly, sublimate); "Don't pray that there is no wind and no disaster. I hope that as much disaster strikes, there will be much strength to survive.
Tomorrow, they won't find me far away, the merchants will still open the door to welcome guests, and the wedding will still be in Jiangtong small restaurant.
(As if recalling the same prospect, the life of ordinary people is simple. If there is a ferry between people, the boatman will tell him: (Stop, the suspense remains) That person has left, and walked along the journey of seagulls (normal reading) (Follow this sentence, catch up quickly, don't stop, even if there is a pause) That person is a waterfowl, attached to the water and tired of listening to the waves. People who want to stop and look forward to the distance (pay attention to the words) are sentimental, (the word German is broken, and people who don't have this ending read it together) can't break the joys and sorrows, and people who want to have carefree dreams are jigsaw puzzles. The person who guesses the answer and wants to turn himself into a puzzle is a companion. Take a deep breath, there should be a storm ahead.
) I'm afraid I can't keep the appointment (sad and pitiful) (slowly) When the man leaves (seeing far away and thinking far away), only starlight will send him. I don't know if I want this style.