Teacher's Chinese Dream Recitation Part I
The vast yellow land is connected by mountains and rivers.
Water adheres to roots coiled in the soil.
Grow Chinese characters, grow Qin bricks and Han tiles.
For thousands of years, there has been no feeling of fading dreams.
The Great Wall is deeply immersed in the vicissitudes of history.
Read Gu Chan, slash and burn, sword shadow knife light.
The growth of a civilization needs blood and shouts.
It can grow great and magnificent in the poorest soil.
I saw the road five thousand years away, winding and winding.
Lying on my yellow panel, stretching all the way
The earth accepts the ups and downs of mountains and rivers with a broad mind.
Everyone must pass by here and kneel at the foot of the sun.
Stand up and create every tomorrow.
Tomorrow in Daqin is Dahan, tomorrow in Dahan is Datang, and tomorrow in Datang is Dasong.
History is like a river, sometimes magnificent, sometimes calm.
Holding Qin Fu, let the Yellow River continue to read.
Clear sentences illuminate the stubbornness of the nation within the ancient city walls.
The sound of hooves drifted from the Central Plains to the border.
Floating to the snow-white moon
Datang, Chang 'an, Daming Palace
Bright lights run the dream of an empire.
Every road is a poem, and every poem is a dream.
History is flowing, and it looks tragic.
Eight-Nation Alliance fire, remember to shoot me.
Blood didn't stop the fire in Yuanmingyuan.
Sino-Japanese War and Some Treaties
The Yellow River doesn't seem to roar.
Yellow land, year after year.
Can't grow a green poem
Tonight, I am counting the jumping lights in Victoria Harbour.
The lights lit up everyone, and I walked smartly through the streets.
Tonight, I hold the vicissitudes of a hundred years.
Counting the tears and figures that trudged all the way.
Thirty years later, I grew up and stood at the center of my dream, thinking about great achievements.
Standing on the high loess slope, look at the Great Wall, the Yellow River and the north and south of the river.
Prosperous years are connected with the history of suffering.
Connected to the four seasons, connected to those hurried steps.
A beautiful Chinese dream came quietly.
Germinate on land, germinate in the sky and germinate in the ocean.
Teacher's Chinese Dream Recitation Part II
Men and their motherland
Is opening the door to national rejuvenation.
Women's integration into the motherland
Is blowing the horn of the dream March
M: We know that only you and I are "awesome"
Only in this way can we unite the Chinese forces that promote national rejuvenation.
Woman: The whole world is paying attention to the East, and an eagle with wings is soaring!
Together, they have injected new vitality into China.
W: I am very proud. I am a descendant of the Chinese people.
Man: I'm proud. I am a descendant of the dragon.
River; The Party and * * * are our strong backing.
Man: The past is over. Count the romantic numbers and look at the present:
W: Do you remember when you hit the water in the middle stream, the waves stopped the flying ship?
Yamato: We are duty-bound to serve our country.
Work hard, we still have a long way to go.
This is an era of connecting the past with the future.
New opportunities, new challenges
This is a changing era.
Knowledge innovation, keep pace with the times
Man: This is my dream! ?
Woman: This is my dream, too!
Yamato: This is our Chinese dream!
Teacher's Chinese Dream Recitation Part III
When I was a kid, I thought you were great,
Always hidden in a wonderful fairy tale;
When I was a child, I thought you were mysterious.
Always hiding the future I look forward to infinitely.
When I grow up, I deeply understand that,
You have been planted in my heart.
You are the thick green in the northwest,
You are the bottom of the Yellow River.
You are the happy smile of Ya 'an,
You are the soaring of China.
Ah, my dream, Chinese dream,
Dreams are in the heart, and dreams go around the world.