A poem suitable for three people to recite.

"This is everything" This is everything (Shu Ting). Not all the trees were broken by the storm, not all the seeds, nor could they find the soil to take root; Not all true feelings are lost in the desert of human heart; Not all dreams are willing to have their wings broken. No, not everything is like you said! Not all flames only burn themselves without illuminating others; Not all the stars only indicate the night and don't report the dawn; Not all songs just pass by and won't stay in my heart. No, not everything is like you said! Not all appeals went unanswered; Not all losses can't be compensated; Not all abyss is doomed; Not all destruction covers the weak; Not all souls can step on the mud under their feet; Not all the consequences are tears and blood stains, not smiles. All the present breeds the future, and all the future grows in yesterday. Hope and fight for it, please put it all on your shoulders. China young chinese teenager A came from the lofty plateau. I am the snow lotus on the iceberg. B coming from the treasure island surrounded by blue waves, I am a 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! I hope China will grow up. We are teenagers in China! Ding Jiuqu's Yellow River taught me perseverance, Jia Mang (Mng) Mang Kunlun (lún) taught me to stand upright, C taught me purity in the snow in the north, and B taught me warmth in the cotton in the south. Jia Yilong's homeland, the cradle of the nation, beautiful mountains and rivers, our home. A feel the heroic spirit of dignified square characters in Water Margin (hǔ) and Three Kingdoms; B to the picturesque Tang poetry and Song poetry, enjoy the bells of Qiao Feng and the lonely smoke in the desert; C babbled in grandma's ballads, and the stories of Nuwa (wā) and Dayu (Y incarnation) lingered in her ears. Dshāng waddled in grandpa's arms, and Dongzi and Lei Feng's footsteps led me forward. Bing Ding, a descendant of the Chinese people, is a Chinese child with black eyes and yellow skin, and his appearance has not changed. Ding Wuli, all day long, the heart follows the dragon boat to chase the soul of poetry. In August, Mid-Autumn Festival, I sent my thoughts through the full moon. 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 descendants of the dragon, and the culture of 5,000 years is rooted in our hearts. We remember the advantages and disadvantages of Chinese mother, not to mention her suffering. Qiàn can't pull straight like a question mark, and the ancient bricks of the Great Wall can't stop the shrapnel of foreign guns. c！ It is the spark in July, the boat in South Lake, that makes the oriental lion rise from the nightmare. The blood of a pioneer revived the frozen soil for thousands of years, and China showed his smiling face of youth. B The Story of Spring resounded all over the country, China! Opened a brand-new picture. A Today, history and future will be connected by us, and the baton of the times will be passed on by us. Standing at the new starting line, we will answer loudly: Qi young people should write beautiful poems (càn)! A doesn't expect sunshine everywhere under his feet, B doesn't fantasize about Wan Li with a clear sky above his head, C doesn't infatuate with the honey pot hotbed given by his father and brother, and D doesn't forget the battle song "The Most Dangerous Time" flying! A wants to be the flagship of breaking the waves, B wants to be the rocket to propel the spacecraft, C wants to cut off poverty like a sword, and D wants to connect the world with love. Jia Ding listened, Lu Sheng and CuO played together, B and C watched, and fly with me the young eagle. Fifty-six flowers are in full bloom, decorating the Wan Li Garden. A marvel that makes the soul of our ancestors proud: Qi! This is my China! This is China boy! Long live youth. It won't even be controversial. Ok, Baidu.