Chinese boy
One comes from the lofty and steep plateau,
I am the snow lotus on the iceberg;
B from Treasure Island surrounded by blue waves.
I am a milk swallow in the sea breeze;
C comes from the vast grassland,
I am a young eagle flying under the blue sky;
Ding came from the loess slope with seven ditches and eight beams.
I am Shandandan, who is fresh and tender by the Yellow River.
Qi! The hope of land growth in China,
We are China teenagers!
Ding Jiuqu's Yellow River taught me perseverance.
Jia Mang (Mng) Mang Kunlun (lún) taught me to stand tall,
C taught me that what is pure is the snowflake in the north.
B What taught me to be warm was the red cotton in southern Xinjiang.
Jia Yi Long's hometown, the cradle of the nation,
Beautiful mountains and rivers, our home.
As soon as I entered the vigorous jìng majestic Chinese characters,
Feel the heroic spirit of Water Margin and Three Kingdoms;
B to picturesque Tang poetry and Song poetry,
Appreciate the bells of Fengqiao and the lonely smoke in the desert;
C babbled in grandma's songs,
The story of Nuwa (wā) and Dayu (Y incarnation) haunts my ears;
Dshāng is a toddler in grandpa's arms.
Dongzi and Lei Feng's footsteps lead me forward.
Chinese people, Chinese people,
Black eyes and yellow skin, the appearance remains the same.
Ding Duanyang in May, the heart follows the dragon boat to chase the soul of poetry.
Mid-Autumn Festival in August, the full moon sends me thoughts.
At the Bao 'ao (O) party, archery and wrestling showed the tenacity of small herders.
Holding Ha (h m) Da with one hand, singing and dancing, and blessing my friends.
The beauty of the East nourishes the offspring of the dragon,
Five thousand years of culture is rooted in our hearts.
We remember the advantages and disadvantages of Chinese mothers.
Not to mention what she has suffered.
Qiàn can't pull his question mark-like body straight,
The ancient bricks of the Great Wall can't stop the shrapnel of foreign guns.
c！ It's a spark in July, a boat in South Lake,
Let the oriental lion rise from the nightmare.
The blood of a pioneer revived the frozen soil for thousands of years,
China only smiles at young people.
The Story of Spring resounded throughout the country.
China! Opened a brand-new picture.
Today, history and future will be welded by us.
The baton of the times depends on us,
Standing at the new starting line, loudly answer:
Qi teenager wants to write a poem by China (cuǐ) Can (càn)!
A don't expect sunshine everywhere under your feet.
B don't fantasize about sunny days overhead,
C is not infatuated with the honey pot hotbed given by his father and brother.
Ding doesn't forget the "most dangerous time" battle song flying!
A wants to be the flagship of breaking the waves,
B wants to build a rocket to propel the spaceship.
Third, cut off poverty like a sword.
Ding wants to connect the world with love.
Jia Ding listened, and Lu Sheng (shēng) and suǒ na played together.
Look, the swallow and fly with me the eagle.
Fifty-six flowers are blooming,
Decorate the Wan Li Garden.
One that makes the souls of ancestors proudly marvel:
Qi! This is my China!
This is China boy!
Middle School Students' Poetry Recitation Draft (2)
Ode to youth
(Female collar 1) In the season when warm wind blows, the sky is as clear as washing.
Catkin flying all over the sky, falling in the quietly budding earth.
(Male collar 1) Young life is crawling in the soil.
Burst music is flowing in my heart.
Young man, we have an unchanging oath.
Young man, we will be firm and look further.
At the starting line, from the moment we set out, we were destined to chase the rising sun.
(Male collar 2) A determined and confident face, waiting for the dawn of victory.
(Female collar 1) Hold that drop of sweat tightly and let the tears flow on your face.
Just for the arrival of applause ()
(Male collar 1) Youth without regrets. Since I chose the blue sky, I chose to fly.
Even if one day there will be a pair of wings that bleed blood.
(All in one) Since you have chosen hard work, you have chosen wind and rain.
Even if there are thorns on the road in the future
Since we have chosen the path of life, youth has decided it.
Youth is doomed to struggle and impermanence after our choice.
Youth, since we chose it, has ushered in hardships and tribulations.
(Male) Youth, after our choice, becomes splendid.
(Female collar 1) Look, the beating flame is the full bloom of youth.
(Male collar 1) Listen, jubilant footsteps are the voice of youth chasing dreams.
(Female collar 2) Blood is tireless in the body of youth.
(Male collar 2) Passion is strong and light on the limbs of youth.
Let's sing the hymn of youth.
Cheer all the way, sing all the way, chase your dreams and fly away.
Middle School Students' Poetry Recitation Draft (3)
Because we are middle school students.
We have sunshine and flowers.
There is morning fog and sunset glow.
We are running in the morning breeze.
Sing in the twilight
Excited about the snow in winter
Lament for the spring grass
Because we are middle school students.
We have textbooks and we are nervous.
Have reading and calculus.
What we are worried about is the usual homework in a long snake array.
Proud of 100 points falling from the sky.
Floating in the ocean of problems
Climb in the mountain of books
Because we are middle school students.
We have the podium, and we have the stadium.
There are canteens and dormitories in Hu Kan.
We lament the silence of football.
Passionate about the feat of fighting floods
Full of grievances under accusations and teachings.
Be elated by encouragement and praise.
Because we are middle school students.
We have flowers and sunshine.
Have youth and a future.
We cherish the emotional return of time.
Unfold the blue sky and express your imagination.
We are eager for knowledge and information.
For the new century, we have no vitality.
Because we are middle school students.