In the ordinary study, work and life, everyone has collected poems that impressed him deeply. Poetry is full of the author's thoughts and feelings and rich imagination. There are many kinds of poems, you know? The following is my carefully arranged "Mother River" recitation poem, which is welcome for your reference and I hope it will help you.
Mother River recites poems 1 How many monks can there be, as devout as I am?
If you pass by the Yellow River, you can stay.
A few lines of poetry, or a few tears.
By the Yellow River, I am an ordinary singer.
Singing by the Yellow River, I am a happy passer-by.
What kind of fragrance can drive away the flowers on the stone?
What kind of wind and waves can make the chaotic river soar?
I listened to the willows on the shore, but the Yellow River was silent.
I can clearly hear her applause.
It is nothing more than the heat wave brought by Tanggula to the Central Plains.
Come with shame
It is nothing more than deep affection for the people who swept the loess plateau downstream.
Down with money
She didn't stop and ran to the sea.
The smell in the body drove it away.
Yilu flowers
Stroll along the Yellow River
I am as firm and sonorous as the Yellow River.
adequately
adequately
Let the flowers bloom and watch the wicker brush the warp roll and turn the tube.
Read the poems of Mother River 2 and overlook an awesome river.
I can't wait to mix the blood with the sediment.
Flowing like her
The river flows slowly.
As if in step with me, from another city.
Move to this city
There are no sails on the river, just like
There are no footprints on the road I walked.
There is no shortage of fallen leaves like me.
On this road that is about to precipitate.
Walk stubbornly
Walk silently, as quiet as a pantomime.
The ups and downs of the waves are suffocating
How painful it is
In order to provoke endless wild chrysanthemums.
-Fight against spring
How I want to leave the sediment behind.
Give it to Woye and give it to Fan Hua.
How much I want to leave myself.
Give the body back to the land and let the blood flow into the sea.
Every time I cross the Yellow River, I have to recite the poem of Mother River 3.
I will stare at its clear turbidity.
Sometimes slow, sometimes urgent, sometimes curved, sometimes straight.
Suggesting my fate.
Step by step.
Finally settled down on the shore.
This is my destiny.
Every bridge and every coast is waiting for me.
Sometimes the trunk is full of luggage when driving.
Sometimes I take the high-speed train and carry the stones for her.
Sometimes walking empty-handed
Once I stood in the middle of the bridge and leaned against the railing to watch the sunset.
Once I stood on the shore and chatted with a couple.
Another time, it was in a place called Hukou, and I listened to it.
I have nothing to do with the Yellow River.
I was born in a place called Dingzhou in Jizhong Plain.
The Yellow River thousands of miles away, unless it is the origin of ancestors.
But this cannot be verified. I know very little about my grandfather.
I know nothing about it. It is said that that era
Most people have to hide their family background and tamper with their experiences.
I'm a tampered legacy.
Just like the siltation in the middle of the river now The Yellow River changed its course several times.
Self-tampering or being tampered with
Once burst its banks because of ant nests.
In this way, my relationship with the Yellow River can be determined in uncertainty.
And extend more possibilities.
But now, go across the river and hug the person who is waiting for me.
Being with her is the only possibility.
Today, in order to know more about poetry, the students in our class held a poetry recital.
The teacher came into the classroom with the spring breeze, and the students could not wait long.
The game is on! Two small hosts smiled and told the audience the rules of the game. The contestants are very nervous and read their own poems from time to time. The judges are all looking forward to this recital.
At this time, the contestants can finally go on stage to recite. Applause came from time to time. In the welcome of applause, the first batch of male students generously stepped onto the platform, bent down to the audience and the judges like gentlemen, and their faces were filled with bright smiles. They recited one poem after another calmly, and everyone was intoxicated with this wonderful moment. When the host's sweet voice came from the microphone, everyone nodded to them, and I smiled with satisfaction and clapped my hands.
At this time, the second batch of female students also entered the arena. They greeted us like ladies with angelic smiles on their faces. But at first, I might stutter a little because of nervousness, so I sweated for them, but then they began to recite aloud. Although the speed is relatively fast, it can also leave a comfortable feeling.
More and more players took to the stage to perform and gradually entered the climax. The applause is getting louder and louder, and the shouts of the audience are getting louder and louder.
The little actors are performing better and better, and the poems are getting better and better! Even the birds outside the window seem to be attracted by this and quietly stop at a distance to look at us.
It's time to draw to a close, that is, when the prize is awarded. The contestants looked nervous and stared at the rankings, hoping that those students who worked hard would also win prizes. When the winners came out. The award-winning students couldn't help cheering. Looking at the red flowers issued by the teacher, my eyes were full of happiness, and I smiled with relief. Birds are chirping outside the window, too. Congratulations to our winner. The first poetry recital is over!
This is really a meaningful game!
The sun is out again. This is news.
Riding a bike on Ryan Avenue.
It is new to see waterbirds like lakes again.
Borrowing feather fans and black silk scarves is a new thing in most parts of China.
It's like we're on an accidental sunny morning
Everything is new.
The window is bright and clean. At this time, the hinterland of the Central Plains.
A cup of tea and a poem have found their place.
"Where does the invisible finger point?
How many centuries are there between fable and prophecy? "
Need to adjust the breathing that slides into the silent channel immediately.
Need to get used to pushing away nightmares and blinking dry eyes.
The earth remains silent in its seat.
After a sparrow wandered alone on the rose vine
Form an empty roof along the memory line.
These early years shine, and this moment shines.
"The new continent after the flood was recorded by wings.
New eyes after great loss are awakened by death. "
Pure everywhere. The novelty is coming again.
On pins and needles, time and I were scared by each other.
Reciting poems on the 6 long banks of the mother river,
A row of boats, ready to go.
The wind is gentle and the golden waves are swaying slightly.
Sail
The red sun drifts and time and space lengthen.
Birds are flying, with thousands of gestures.
Resentment for the bright and warm spring water.
Ordinary geese, in a long line.
Listen to the call of spring
With the pace of spring
Smell the spring.
Singing the hymn of spring
Come to this magnificent feast.
The wild flowers on the shore are fragrant and pink butterflies are flying.
Charming stamens, busy and hardworking bees
On the embankment, tender willows smile.
The slender branches are swaying with millions of customs.
Invite all tourists from all over the world.
The drizzle is God's tears of joy.
I walked across the embankment and came to Luhuatan and Yanyue Bay. ...
Like pavilions in a fairyland on earth,
Frozen in misty rain and dreams
who is it? It's here.
Brought spring breeze, spring rain and spring scenery.
Bathe in the Yellow River
Bathed in the Yellow River, every grass, tree, stone and flower is a long-cherished dream.
Spring thunder stung all living things.
Sculpture shows the confidence and strength of people on the shore.
The Yellow River has flowed for thousands of years.
Sing enthusiastically about the prosperous times.
Draw beautiful scenery with various colors.
Jinbo rippling, in the sound of the waves
A boat, like floating in the sky.
The fisherman's daughter, ashamed of the sunset, stood on a pole.
Like a blooming red lotus, it shocked the world.
The recitation poem of Mother River 7 West of the Yellow River, you are leaning.
For example, who is resisting the sandstorm?
You know, the desert is the oldest.
Primitive ancients
She only has Populus euphratica and Tamarix ramosissima.
And some humble lives
The wind breaks as soon as it blows.
It hurts the Yellow River.
But you are more like a century avenue.
Take a walk and you will run all over the world.
The East is the hometown of spring.
To the west, run cattle, sheep and horses.
There are more raindrops than in spring.
The recitation of Mother River. From the depths of the yellow land,
Understand the genetic code of the Yellow River water.
The profundity of the Loess Plateau,
Simple and profound,
Uncontrolled yellow river water,
Heroic and broad,
Cast your interweaving.
-the whole body is uneven.
The Yellow River is your father,
The yellow land is your own mother.
You inherited the depth of the yellow land,
You inherited the vastness of the Yellow River.
You have thousands of umbilical cords,
Absorb nutrients from Mother Earth,
It also inherited the vicissitudes of the Yellow River.
Since you are old and cautious,
And well informed;
Sometimes you insist-
Iron bones bully snow,
Silver armor;
Idle and prosperous-
Elegant,
Gentle and gentle.
How many romantic figures have you met:
Or strong and fierce.
Self-confidence can turn the tide;
Or sigh that the river flows eastward.
Time waits for no man and the melancholy of the river;
How many couples have you seen snuggling on the shore?
The poet lingers under the moon;
How many strong men have you seen howling in the wind,
There are also world-weary people who sink before your eyes.
……
You are a history book,
Recorded the past,
Face the reality again.
In your long career,
A new century is coming,
This spring,
You're young again,
Old branches spit green.
With Hunhuang (Loess Yellow River) as the background.
-You're too young!
The recitation poem of Mother River 9. Is this a waterfall pouring down from Hukou?
Is this the river that flows through the Loess Plateau and wraps Huangsha in Wan Li?
Is this the mother who grinds hard in the thousands of miles of wild plains in the hinterland of the delta?
I don't remember clearly because it took too long.
Bury past passion and singing.
Bury the green trees in the front row
Bury previously scattered villages.
Once full of pride, only the picture of dead leaves.
The farmers on the shore put "hard work" into the fields.
Waiting to reap the pride of Lubei people.
In this way, many years passed quietly.
I want to live quietly for many years.
Miracle is just a cover left by the river for many years.
Not now, not in my heart.
Mother River Reciting Poems 10, Yellow River.
Ah, mom.
You raised loong for 5,000 years.
Your selflessness
Only in this way can China stand among the world powers.
Your great love
It is the cradle of happiness and well-being for hundreds of millions of people in China.
Your greatness
Has deeply infected me.
This child of yours
Yellow river mother
You are my forever mother.
Ah yellow river
Ah, mom.
Your child
The ancient name of China.
A history humiliated by the great powers
Will be rewritten
Huaxia will be your pride.
Please firmly believe
Chinese loong
will
stand tall and erect
Tengfei and the world
Soaring and the universe
The mother river recitation poem 1 1 has always been related to water and has nothing to do with my attributes.
Slow Yellow River and Sediments
Books, history, corpses and words.
Through the night
What I saw was the mutant saury lurking in the water.
Analyze reproductive genes.
They kept breathing and whispering.
Together with the dirty sediment, it gradually deposits into sludge.
Like reeds growing in the wilderness
Look up at the plateau and the water source.
This yellow river
And my body, stranded in Bayannaoer grassland.
Maybe the wind is coming, but I'm getting drier and drier.
Like a string of moons disappearing in the west, before the light appeared.
See through the shape of bones.
Mother river recites poems 12 Yellow River, I love you.
For 5,000 years, you have been crawling on the earth like a dragon, crossing things, and perfectly dividing China into two boundary points.
For 5,000 years, you rejoiced in your majestic charm, just like a sharp blade cut off your inner shackles.
Humble me, please listen to the voice of a prodigal son
At this moment, I hold my head high and cut off eight thousand miles of mountains and rivers, listening to your low roar.
The poet praises you with the most gorgeous chapter: Have you seen how the water of the Yellow River moves out of heaven?
The lyricist praises you with the most sincere tone: the Yellow River is roaring.
History can't stop you from running, and the Milky Way, the sun and the moon are looking down at your broad body.
You are fearless, day and night, time and time again, you are still chaotic.
Yellow River, I love you.
It is you! Break the mystery and drive away loneliness
It is you! Get wisdom and open the treasure of the soul.
You gave birth to China's soul, you are China's mother, you are a blessed land of life, and the road ahead has been opened up by you. Then, the road ahead is paved for us.
Yellow River, my mother river.
Did you hear my prayer?
Spring and autumn change, you come and I go, you come and I go, taking away countless obsessed people.
If you want to lose your life, I am willing to follow in your footsteps and bury your gorgeous body with my own body.
Idiot, idiot-
From the moment you set sail with anger, the world turned upside down for you.
Your eyes are bleeding and crying for the fall of the earth.
Your chest rises and falls, sighing the bloated earth.
Hold your hand tightly and cut off the angry flame of the earth.
Your steps are heavy, and you don't want to crush the earth
Life and death are in your eyes, reincarnation is in your eyes, and we are in your eyes
Your body is clean muddy yellow, which is your favorite color.
The world is blind, can't see your vastness, and can only kneel down and beg for your pity.
You walk around people's hearts with glory, brilliance and broad steps.
Bang, bang, is that your heartbeat? Why is it so tragic and sad?
In 5,000 years, a splendid Chinese civilization was born.
What about you? What about you?
You are as messy as I am, and your footprints are all over the country. That's who you really are, hanging around on the earth until you feel lonely.
Mother River recited poems 13 just had breakfast in Lucheng.
This time, the Guinness wine lamp was served.
The moment I crossed the Yellow River.
There seems to be a needle through.
Is this the Yellow River that I have been longing for for for a long time?
Like my mother.
She, sitting in the shadow of the lamp.
It's a needle in her hand.
The line starts from Bayan Kara in the west and ends in the east.
Bohai sea line
This is not what I wrote or explained.
Until now, I have been struggling with my feelings.
Seeing the Yellow River for the first time is not beautiful.
Suddenly, I thought of my mother's fatigue.
Cloudy tears that cannot be described in words
I am a stubborn person in Lubang.
A devout man who guards his mother. In his later years, he stood where the Yellow River entered the sea.
How can I accept his final conversion in the East China Sea?
Friends of Jincheng, suddenly enthusiastic proposal.
"Let's drink to the Yellow River!"
This relief only adds to the heavy heart.
However, I responded to the first one and drank it.
Although, it will not reach the last berth anyway.
Mother river recites poems 14 Yellow River, when I walk into yours again.
At the mouth of the sea, I saw the Hua Biao, Tiananmen Gate.
The dome of the Great Hall of the People is covered with stars and blood.
China * * * production party party flag.
I saw the vast loess plateau.
Open your heart in the ocean of the mysterious land of the East.
Fold and drift into blue waves
I saw Baota shan standing in northern Shaanxi.
At the highest level, solemnly declare to the world:
Yan' an Anyan! Yan' an !
I saw Moses' walking stick in New Oriental.
Standing on the top of the earth, shouting:
Yellow river
Stand Up!
With your hammer, Li Bai fell from the sky
Flying sickle, open the way for our nation!
The sea has receded,
The waves receded.
A brand-new baby of God was born.
A brand-new God's East dawned.
Welcome to this world, son.
Cry out loud
With your earth-shattering cry
Tear open the fog of the earth and let the ancestors believe.
Their dusty dreams have been solved and made people believe.
They survived the winter.
We've already started talking
I saw Temasek's restructuring model.
An equilateral triangle and another equilateral triangle.
There are countless equilateral triangle communities.
Hand in hand, heart to heart.
Erect a brand-new China person, a brand-new one.
China
I saw a team ready to go.
Determinants:
The first team is the people.
The second team is the people.
The third team is the people.
I see the Yellow River supporting me.
Great wall-
Starting from Badaling, an eight-sided search was conducted.
Build this country with every equilateral triangle.
A solid golden shield
I saw the Yangtze River awakened by the Yellow River.
Reopening China Power Grid and Interconnection.
Lighting colorful lights to enrich the people and strengthen the country
I saw the Yellow River straighten up.
Pull the earth with one hand and the sea with the other.
Sunset will set in the west and in the east.
Inject oneself with narcotic drugs
Mother river recites poems 15 standing by the Yellow River.
Look at the ancient sheep
From the grass
A man with a whip
Can you stand on the shore?
Drive away the sheep of the Yellow River through the ages
A river crossing the years
Standing on the Yellow River
You don't have to imagine the wind.
Don't expect rain.
Watch the waves beat.
Count the rhythm of the waves.
Listen to Tao's voice
The waves are undulating.
Mother river recites poems 16 Mother said, "It's by the Yellow River.
South of the river bend, next to the newly planted wheat field.
At the end of the road is our village. "
On the bank of the Yellow River is Xie Zhuang.
Mother's surname is Xie.
If vanilla and beauty are called
She came up the slope.
River enlargement
The slope is constantly being crushed by the soil.
Rush to the opposite beach.
Mother said, "Our land is losing a little bit."
So there was fighting and migration.
There was a robbery when the wind was dark on the moon.
Ghost swimming
There are countless ghosts' extravagant hopes
Those beautiful young girls
Their loved ones are all dead.
"The cold wind blows on the Yellow River.
Scrape their young bones every year. "
Although the river is yellow, the stone beach is rough.
My mother turned out to be touching.
Her face is like apricots.
Blood is like peach blossom.
When she walked across the slope.
She is the loveliest thing on the Yellow River.
When she was barefoot by the river.
An ancient chill stung the small fire on the shore.
To their hearts a burst of chagrin.
My forty years old came before my mother.
Like birds flying away one by one.
The time I turned a blind eye to that year
My natural sadness is locked in the bone marrow.
Not known to the young people around you.
Without being noticed by the person sleeping next to me.
My forty years old came before my mother.
"What kind of person is our future?
What kind of man will we wait until the end of the day?
What kind of man do we get?
Sad as a loss?
What kind of people are with us?
Sleep and death are companions? "
My mother came from the slope.
I haven't learned it yet with a schoolbag under my arm.
Love suitable for her life, but
I already know the disadvantages of being a woman.
And those shameful things in love
She has no silk and is dressed in linen.
Who has seen her?
Who will forget everything about themselves?
Make distant things sad.
Make beauty unrepeatable.
You became immortal.
The pen of time is sliding fast.
Generated words are like a rapidly falling river beach.
Eggs tilted like paper money.
Regardless of the suffering of the dead in the new grave.
Flow east, flow south
Hit the other side again
Regardless of the death of people on both sides of the strait.
The mother river recites poems 17 ash tree sea is a mirror on the mountain.
The blue sky jumped in and refused to leave.
White clouds are braids of blue sky.
Suddenly thrown out of Haizi, suddenly thrown into Haizi.
The eagle slowed down as it passed by.
When the wind blows, Haizi's scales are as sharp as lightning.
Rushing red dust
Half of the body was shot down on the shore.
Haizi's half body is wrinkled
Is Mother River Reciting Poem 18 the whimsy of "Creator"?
God's drunken passion?
So, cut off a wave of stars and Han, and there will be a magnificent chapter of the Yellow River that has never been sung, which has plummeted!
Flowing on the belt of the flying goddess;
Comb on Li Bai's long beard;
Pentium in the weeds of Zhang Xu;
Swinging among Su Shi's feather fans;
Ripple at the bottom of fisherman's glass ...
This is the origin of the Yellow River.
Therefore, the image of the atmosphere has become the source and historical trace of a great nation's mind, boldness of vision and cultural temperament.
Hundreds of millions of suns are ancient chimes, and hundreds of millions of moons are exquisite porcelain, all of which are placed on the Yellow River.
The Yellow River, the yellow land flowing with poetic folk customs, has sown countless masts, fishing fires, trumpets overwhelming stormy waves, and Long song tearing clouds, planted countless magnificent picture scrolls, serialized magnificent scenery, braved the wind and waves like a mountain covered with yellow skin, and grew the spirit of going forward bravely.
Thick hands touch the roots of life in the ups and downs, picking up those horseshoe prints, sails and ruts. ...
The Yellow River is the pulse of our ambition, the gold in our bones and the blood in our blood.