In our study era, everyone is most familiar with memorizing manuscripts. The reciter must have a certain language literacy and be proficient in standard pronunciation and vocalization skills. So what kind of recitation is more infectious? The following are five recitations (in general) compiled by the teacher of the sixth grade graduating class for you, hoping to help you.
The sixth grade graduating class teacher recited the manuscript 1. The wind is very cold tonight.
Suddenly a little cold.
The wind is blowing gently.
Raise your youth.
Have long been forgotten
It's blurred
But it is clear.
The wind is blowing gently.
Blow through the heart
Can't seal the dusty thoughts.
Tears together push the heart down.
The wind is blowing gently.
Blood is cold.
My heart is like ice.
Like the stars in winter
The sixth-grade graduating class teacher recited the manuscript. Teacher 2,
We are going to graduate today,
But we really don't want to leave,
The happy time of six years always reminds us.
In spring,
Let's plant flowers, feed rabbits and fly kites together.
In summer,
Let's watch the rainbow, find the butterfly and have fun together.
Autumn,
We pick up leaves together, smell osmanthus flowers together and dance with leaves together.
In winter,
We made a snowman and had a snowball fight, which made our shoes wet for six years. That was our best memory.
Goodbye, dear teacher!
With your expectations and blessings,
We confidently entered junior high school and stepped onto a new level.
When we put on the red scarf, we will definitely come to see you in primary school.
Report our academic achievements to you!
The sixth-grade graduating class teacher recited the third draft: the swallow spreads its wings and the eagle soars, which is the bird's yearning for the blue sky;
The stream is gurgling and the waves are rolling, which is the song of the river to the ocean;
Rice is fragrant and fruitful, which is the earth's imagination of everything;
Stone, peach and plum fragrance, that is the hope of our alma mater!
Teacher, alma mater
We're leaving you.
Put away the old scripts.
We quietly
Walk through every corner of the campus
Walk past the place where we lived for six years.
Look, the sunny classroom.
How many times have you listened to us? This book sounds loud and clear.
Look, the silent blackboard.
How many times have you written about us, the secret of knowledge?
Look, the wide and flat playground.
How many times you left us, laughter floated.
Look, the crisp and sweet bell.
How many times have we been reminded to cherish time?
Alma Mater
When I meet you again
One by one in our hearts for many years.
I can't forget what my teacher taught me when I was confused.
I can't forget the helping hand extended by my classmates when I fell.
I can't forget that when I failed, my teachers encouraged me one by one.
I can't forget that when I succeeded, my classmates applauded warmly.
Alma Mater
How can I thank you?
Teacher, we are about to graduate.
Six years, six years have passed in our hearts.
We clearly remember your busy figure.
Teacher, let's play ball together.
Teacher, my model plane is ready.
Teacher, my composition has been published again
Teacher, we won the first prize in the chorus competition.
Remember your anxious eyes in the sports field?
That's our motivation to win the first place.
Seeing the victory of the game,
You cheer with us.
At that moment, I clearly saw the tears in your eyes.
How can we forget that when we made progress, you gave us a reward.
How could I forget that when I was sick, you were caring and attentive to us.
How can I forget that when I made a mistake, you carefully reminded me of every word.
As long as there is you, there is our laughter.
Watch us understand day by day.
The most gratifying smile blooms on your face.
Your heart has been beating for us.
Teacher, how can I make every child in Class 1, Grade 6 thank you?
Teacher, we are about to graduate.
Six years, six years of time in front of our eyes gently shed.
before long
Teacher, my pants are torn.
Teacher, my braid is loose.
Teacher, I spilled my lunch.
Teacher, mom and dad have quarreled again.
Teacher ... teacher ... teacher. ...
Yes! What's so hard about beating you?
You are a gardener with grass in your heart.
Whoever is psychologically injured, you are the cure doctor.
teacher
It's really hard for you.
With gentle love, such a group with a southern accent and a northern accent is integrated.
It's really hard for you.
Including such a group of slowly growing children, there is a warm heart.
Teacher, how can I make every child in Class 2, Grade 6 thank you?
Teacher, we are about to graduate.
Six years, six years of wind and rain quietly flashed in our minds.
Teacher, have some water. How many times have you lost your voice for us?
Please put down your pen, teacher. How many times have you tired your eyes for us?
Teacher, please sit down for a while. How can you persist after just playing the infusion bag or bottle?
Teacher, please have a good rest.
Your child has grown up.
won't forget
You help us move forward in every ditch.
Don't forget, your shoulders are not huge.
Hold up the scenery of our lives.
Do you remember
In math class, never tire of asking questions, and explain patiently.
This is the cornerstone of our rise.
A little success.
I won tears for you.
From walking lightly to getting old
You left the most wonderful chapter in our life on the road of growing up.
Teacher, how can I make every child in Class 3, Grade 6 thank you?
Why are there so many memories?
The teacher of the sixth grade graduating class recited the manuscript for life 4,
Like a trip,
Getting on and off the bus has to go through countless times;
Accidents often happen:
Sometimes it's a surprise,
Sometimes it's unforgettable sadness ...
Born,
We boarded the train of life,
we think
The two people we met for the first time-our parents,
Will always accompany us through the journey of life.
Unfortunately, this is not the case.
They will get off at a station,
Let us be lonely and helpless.
Their love, their feelings,
Their irreplaceable company,
There is no way to find it.
Nevertheless,
There were other people in the car,
Some of them.
It means a lot to us.
Among them are our brothers and sisters,
There are our relatives and friends.
We will also experience
An immortal love story.
Among the people on the same bus,
Some are easy to travel,
Some people are very sad. ...
And, uh,
Running around on the train,
Be ready to help people in need. ...
After many people get off the bus,
The memory of other passengers will last forever. ...
However, there are also some people,
No one noticed when they left their seats.
Sometimes,
A travel companion who is very important to you,
But I was sitting in another car.
You must stay away from him,
Continue your journey.
Of course, during the trip,
You can also stagger through your car,
Find him in the other car. ...
Unfortunately,
You can't sit next to him anymore,
Because this seat
It has been occupied by others. ...
Never mind, the journey is full of challenges, dreams, hopes and parting. ...
Just can't turn back.
Therefore, try to make your trip pleasant!
Be kind to all the passengers you meet on the trip,
Find the bright spot in people.
Always remember,
On a trip,
Some people will hesitate,
Because of ourselves.
Will hesitate.
We need to understand others,
Because we need others' understanding.
The secret of life lies in:
Where do we get off?
The partner sitting next to you.
Where do I get off?
Our friend
Where do I get off?
We don't know. ...
I often think like this:
When it's time for me to get off,
Will I miss it?
I think I will.
Separated from my friends,
I will suffer,
Let my children walk alone,
I'll be sad.
I sincerely hope that,
At the destination we all want to reach,
We'll get together again. ...
When my child got on the bus,
No luggage.
If I can be in their luggage,
Leave good memories,
I will feel happy.
After I got off the bus,
Passengers traveling with me
Remember me, miss me,
I will feel happy.
Dedicated to you, my fellow traveler on the train of life.
I hope you have a wonderful trip!
The teacher of the sixth grade graduating class has to recite the manuscript of five people's lives.
Many stations
I hope that every platform
There is a lamp in the fog.
Although no one uses their shoulders anymore
Block the howling wind
Fingers are frozen stiff.
Help me fold the white scarf.
I hope the light is on as it is tonight.
Even if the snow and ice peak stops.
Every road
Others set off for a distant place.
We are doomed to get lost.
Countless days and nights
I only ask that it be up to me to decide.
A quiet morning
A crumpled handkerchief
Spread out on a damp bench.
You open your blue notes.
The mango tree rained all night.
Write two lines of poetry and you can go.
come to think of it
Write it on the path by the lake
Your footprint and figure
No parting and reunion
If you dare not bear happiness and sadness
What's the point of the soul?
What is life?