Recitation is an important form of oral communication. Below is what I have compiled, everyone is welcome to read.
1:
The sun finally put away its last ray of light. The moon has not come out yet, leaving only clouds all over the sky, gently kissing the quiet mountain village.
I was anxiously running through the narrow village lanes, with no intention of appreciating the gifts of nature. I anxiously went door to door to raise money for my mother's medical treatment.
Suddenly, a sad cry came into my ears. "Who? It's so late, why is he crying?" I followed the voice and found it was a little boy.
The little boy saw me and grabbed my pants: "I'm lost, please take me home, okay?" I responded instinctively and wanted to pick him up and leave. Suddenly, I encountered a familiar gaze. Hey, isn't this Dr. Wang's son? Suddenly, I felt angry, and the shadow of Dr. Wang came to mind again. It was him who refused to treat my mother for a small medical fee!
"Let's go! How much humanity will there be in today's world?" I thought to myself, and took a step forward. pace. At this time, a shriller voice stabbed me hatefully: Do you really want to leave him alone? It’s late at night, should you let him stay in the lonely wilderness? Isn’t he afraid of the dark? Can he resist animals? I I shuddered. Ah! No, I can't leave him behind. I turned around sharply. I can't choose behavior that is contrary to morality.
I gently knocked on Dr. Wang’s door. I ignored his words and eyes and just left quickly. I thought my heart was pure and I would not lose my moral character because of money. The reason why I walked so quickly was not because I was angry, but because I didn’t want to stay in this place where I was so unjust for profit.
The moon has climbed up to the treetops, and there is a little cool air. I am still raising money for my mother’s medical treatment. I firmly believe that there must be a sense of humanity between people.
When I dragged my tired body into the door, I smelled the smell of medicine. I asked my mother confused. Mom just smiled and handed me a letter. The letter said: "Thank you for sending my son home. Your behavior gave me a spiritual education. In the face of money and medical ethics, we should choose medical ethics."
My eyes are a bit Wet, I opened the window: What a beautiful night! What a bright moon! What a wise choice! Friendship is more precious than money between people.
The gentle moonlight pours down like flowing water, as if sliding over a sweet piano sound. Oh! If there is love in the moon, the moon will sing!
2:
Youth is not a sign of a certain period of life, it refers to the psychological state of people. To stay young forever, one must not only have a strong will, rich imagination and passionate enthusiasm, but also must have the courage to overcome timidity and the desire to never compromise to difficulties and dare to take risks. People do not grow old due to the passage of time. When the fire of ideals is extinguished, the "twilight years" of life begin. The passage of time etches wrinkles on the panels, while the loss of enthusiasm leaves its mark on the soul. Worry, doubt, lack of confidence, panic, despair - these are the main culprits of the premature death of the spiritual tree.
Whether they are people in their seventies or immature teenagers, in people's minds, they should have a longing for miracles, a search for the joy of life, a pursuit of competition and a desire for brilliance. the perception of things and thoughts of the stars; but also the indomitable struggle and the curiosity of a child anticipating what is to come.
Man is young in proportion to his beliefs, and old in proportion to his doubts; he is young in proportion to his confidence and hope, and old in proportion to his panic and despair.
Whoever can comprehend beauty, joy, courage, nobility, strength from nature, human society, or gods will have the vitality of youth. When all dreams are lost and the stamens of the soul are covered by the snow of pessimism and the ice of depression, he truly "ages". Such people can only beg for mercy from the gods.
3:
"Friends and Others"
Friends are about to travel far away.
In late spring, I invited a few friends to have a gathering at home. Although they are all very close friends, they rarely see each other all year round. The occasional encounters on the phone are nothing more than a few ordinary words. A pot of millet porridge, a plate of kohlrabi, a plate of home-brewed kimchi, and a roast duck bought from the alley. It was simple, not like a treat, but like a family reunion.
In fact, whether it is friendship or love, it will turn into family affection over time.
It is strange to say that with new friends we talk about literature, philosophy, life principles, etc., but with old friends we only talk about everyday things, daily necessities, and all kinds of trivial matters. Many times, spiritual harmony no longer requires too many words to express.
My friend got a new perm and did not dare to go home to see his mother for fear of frightening the old man, but he came to see us happily. The old friend can appreciate this change in an interesting way.
When we were young, we almost all lived for others, for parents who spoke earnestly and sincerely, for teachers who were persuasive and persuasive, and for the constraints of many concepts and traditions. As I get older, I gradually break free from external restrictions and restraints, and begin to know how to live for myself, do things I like in my own way, and don’t care about other people’s criticisms or slanderous rumors. Comfortable and natural. Occasionally, you can also indulge yourself a little bit and have a sense of mischievous joy.
I also feel more and more that life is nothing more than dedication. Be dedicated to yourself, be dedicated to the people you love, and be dedicated to the land of your life. Since you have given your best, there is no gain or loss, success or failure, honor or disgrace. They are willing to let go of many things, including personal disputes, money and emotional entanglements. Know how to let go, know how to let go, the natural spring breeze is warm, the moon is bright and the wind is clear.
Just let life take its course and take its course. Just like the ebony in front of the window, there is a sense of harmony and fullness in the natural growth and fall of the tree. The spring rain falls gently, there is no poetry, no wine, there is just a sense of ease and contentment in knowing each other and belonging to each other.
The night gradually fell with laughter, and the friend stood up to say goodbye, without asking to stay, without saying goodbye, or even asking about the date of return. We have gone through the years of great joy and sorrow, the years of sadness and tears, and we know that gathering and separation are so natural and logical. If you understand this, you will know how to cherish the warmth of every reunion, and you will also be happy when you say goodbye.