Poetry Reading Composition1shhh-It was so quiet in the classroom that you could hear a pin drop to the ground. The students are all sitting in their seats. Their faces are tense, serious and excited. What is this? To tell the truth, this is a special reading meeting of Class 6 (2)!
"Now, I declare that the theme group meeting of' Praise the Yangtze River and Praise the Yellow River' begins now!" The host's impassioned opening remarks won warm applause from the students, and the reading began.
The first thing that appeared was Shen Anxiang Group. "The water of the Yangtze River flows slowly-"In the melodious flute, Shen Anxiang's classmates looked calm, and Kan Kan talked, his hand gently swinging with the poem, much like a rippling river! Zheng then recited: "Margaret looked at the water of the Yangtze River through the attic, flowing slowly." In a flash, I seemed to see the endless grassland, with stars embedded in the night sky like gems, and the hazy moonlight shining silver. The beautiful girl leaned against the window and stared at a wooden attic. Watch the petals swaying gently in the breeze, watch the Yangtze River water flow quietly-
"Have you seen how the water of the Yellow River flows from the sky to the sea and never comes back?" A baritone baritone pulled me back from my fantasy to the real world. It turned out that the senior one pedestrians brought us Li Bai's famous sentence "Into the Wine". Several students were as cool as a cucumber, and their forceful recitation vividly explained Li Bai's lofty aspirations and vicissitudes. The whole class can't help applauding.
Looking forward to it, it's finally our turn. I silently said to myself: I have been rehearsing so hard these days, so I must hold my horses today and not fall short. I don't know, as soon as I came on stage, I saw dozens of pairs of eyes looking at me, my legs began to shake unwillingly, and my mind went blank. Fortunately, teammate Liu recited the first paragraph and made a good start. I used to forget words in training, but today's recitation is smooth. The performances of two classmates relaxed me. I took a deep breath and then recited: "Ah, my friend, the Yellow River-"
In the prolonged applause, our performance drew a perfect ending for today's team meeting, and everyone was still wanting more. This reading, I felt the profoundness and long history of China culture, and also gained the joy of success.
Reading the Yellow River in textbooks is like reading a winding and deep stream. Reading the Yellow River under the cattail fan is like reading the flashing light of fireflies; Reading the Yellow River in a dream is like reading a mother leaning against the door to call her children's intimacy; Reading the Yellow River in Tang poetry is like reading the heroic spirit in Into the Wine!
"How can the water of the Yellow River move out of the sky into the ocean and never return?" Magnificent, "The Yellow River is meandering in Wan Li, and the waves sweep across the horizon", solemn, "The Yellow River is far above the white clouds, and the Wan Ren Mountain is an isolated city", solemn, "The desert is lonely and the Yellow River gathers yen", and steep. How can I not make my heart surge and my thoughts flood?
Yesterday, the teacher gave us an assignment and asked us to prepare materials. We plan to hold a poetry recital about Mother River. Everyone is very happy to hear that.
After returning home, I found a lot of poems about the mother river on the Internet, copied them into my notebook, and found some classmates to discuss them together. Finally, I decided to read aloud the poem Ode to the Yellow River. After the rehearsal, our group waited for tomorrow's recitation with confidence.
The next day finally arrived, and everyone could not wait. Our group was the first to play, and I was nervous and excited. "I am standing at the top of a high mountain ..." I read with emotion. Huh? Why is there no sound? I quickly slapped Dong Danping next to me, and she was fascinated. After our group reading was successful, warm applause and cheers rang out from the audience.
Next, some students recited "Mother River", "Let's Go Together in the Next Life", "Song of the Yangtze River" and so on. Each one is better than the other, and each one is more wonderful.
After the recitation, I think, Mother River has nurtured the ancient and great Chinese civilization and generations of Chinese sons and daughters. As descendants of the Chinese people, we should protect our mother river and let it have the purest clean water and the most majestic power. ...
On Monday, our class held a poetry recitation to exercise students' courage and understand their reading level.
I'm glad that the whole class took an active part and practiced hard before. I hope their group can become the "best group". Of course, members of our group are no exception. After I gave them the manuscript, they practiced carefully after class and listened to my teaching.
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"The first poetry recital of Class 6 (3) officially begins", and the host has a loud voice. Then, a wonderful program began. All the students in front have improved their reading level. Wei, Shao Chuhao and Jin Ruonan, who are usually taciturn, recite very well. I have to admire them!
I'm really worried about Chen Junwei in our group. I'm afraid he will forget the words or play badly. ...
"Let's welcome Xie Wenrou's combination!" At the order of the host, we went on stage. As soon as the score rang, I recited it fluently and emotionally with leisurely steps, but there was a little panic in my voice, fearing that Chen Junwei would make mistakes. He and Fang appeared in turn, and it was their turn. My hands are sweating, and the school uniform that has been pulled tightly makes me feel uncomfortable. I saw Chen Junwei take the first step, and the whole class stared at him. Oh, I was so nervous that I couldn't help pulling Yi Rui's hand. Her hands are warm and make me feel comfortable. Chen Junwei slowly uttered the first word, the first sentence, his voice was so powerful, coupled with appropriate movements and expressions, it was perfect. I breathed a sigh of relief and smiled I didn't expect Chen Junwei to be outstanding and recite so well. I hope he can recite every sentence so powerfully and perfectly. Time is running out and our recitation is over. I am very satisfied with Chen Junwei's plays. The teacher also praised us and said, "Your group performed very well, not only dressing the, but also music and recitation." I am very happy! Chen Junwei has added luster to our group, and my heart is full of joy, with an unspeakable joy.
The recitation was over, and our group was rated as the "best group". Everyone is happier than anything!
I can't tell you what I got from this poetry reading. I saw my own ability, and let Chen Junwei step onto the stage magnificently; Seeing that our group is United and actively cooperating, I am very satisfied with the recitation; I also saw a brand-new Chen Junwei, a Chen Junwei who fought for the honor of her own group!
I will never forget this activity!
Today, in order to learn more about poetry, students in our class held a poetry recitation.
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 calmly recited one Tang poem after another, 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, quietly stopping at a distance and watching 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 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!
You want to know what the students will hold at the New Year's party. Before New Year's Day, you have already begun to prepare for the New Year's Eve poetry recital. The school no longer organizes New Year's Eve parties. I'm going to organize a class poetry recital. Of course, it can only be held on the premise of excellent grades in our class, and the municipal unified examination is about to take place. I put forward a slogan: fight for 20 days and welcome New Year's Day happily! I also prepared a poem, When You Are Old by Ye Zhi and a short poem by Ye Zhi. When you are old, white-haired, sleepy and dozing in front of the stove, please take this poem down and recite it slowly, dreaming of the soft light and faint shadow of your eyes; How many people have loved your beauty and your joyful and charming youth with sincerity and hypocrisy, but only one person has loved your pilgrim's heart and the sadness on your dying face; When you bend over, beside the burning grate, you will whisper with a trace of sadness and lost love, and now you are stepping up the mountain, and its face is buried in the dense stars.
When you are old, white-haired, sleepy and dozing by the fire, please take this poem down and read it slowly, recalling the tenderness of your past eyes and their heavy shadows; How many people love the beauty, hypocrisy or sincerity of adore you when you are young and happy? Only one person loves your pilgrim soul and the painful wrinkles on your aging face. He hung his head and whispered sadly about the disappearance of love by the red fire. On the mountain overhead, he walked slowly, hiding his face among a group of stars. -1893 when China died, your temples were gray and you were sleepy. Please take down my poetry collection and read it slowly. Dreaming like a dream will refresh your eyes and ears. They are so affectionate and gentle. How many people have loved your radiant charm, your beautiful face, or sincerity, or acting skills, but only one person! He loves your holy and devout heart! When you wash away the lead and grieve for the beauty, she still loves you deeply! The flame in the furnace is warm and bright, and you gently lower your head, whispering for the withered and extinguished love with a touch of sadness. At this time, he is wandering alone in Qianshan, hiding his face behind the stars and staring at you. When you are old, white-haired, sleepy and dozing by the fire, please take this poem down and read it slowly, recalling the tenderness of your past eyes and their heavy shadows; How many people love the beauty, hypocrisy or sincerity of adore you when you are young and happy? Only one person loves your pilgrim soul and the painful wrinkles on your aging face. He hung his head and whispered sadly about the disappearance of love by the red fire. On the mountain overhead, he walked slowly, hiding his face among a group of stars.
-1893 when you are old, gray-haired and sleepy, take a nap by the fire, take down this book and read it slowly, dreaming of the tenderness of your eyes and their deep shadows; How many people love your happy and beautiful time, your beauty, true or false love, but one person loves your pilgrim soul and the sadness on your aging face; He leaned over the burning stove and muttered sadly, how love left, wandering alone in the mountains overhead and burying his face in a group of stars. When you are old, gray-haired, sleepy, and sleepy by the fire, take this book down, read it slowly, and dream back to the soft light and deep wave shadow you once had in your eyes; How many people fall in love with your joyful and elegant moment, your beauty is true or false love, and one person loves your soul facing the mountains and your changing face. With a little sadness, he leaned over the glittering iron railing. How did love escape? He wandered overhead and hid his face in a group of stars.
When you are old, when you are old, tired and sleepy, take this book down and read it slowly, dreaming of the tenderness in your eyes and the depth in your eyes; How many people love your charming time, your beauty comes from hypocrisy or truth, but only one person loves the sincerity of your soul and the bitter wind and frost on your declining face; Bend down and whisper sadly by the red fireplace, how Cupid escaped, wandering in the mountains overhead, hiding his face among the stars. When you are old, white-haired, sleepy and dozing in front of the stove, please take this poem down and recite it slowly, dreaming of the soft light and faint shadow of your eyes; How many people have loved your beauty and your joyful and charming youth with sincerity and hypocrisy, but only one person loves your pilgrim's heart and the sadness on your withered face; When you lean over, beside the burning grate, you will whisper, with a touch of sadness: the lost love has now climbed the mountain and buried your face in the dense stars.
Poetry Reading Composition Article 6 "What taught me warmly was the cotton tree in southern Xinjiang ..."
The voice of reading "China Youth" came from the corridor.
Everyone is preparing for the final poetry reading next Wednesday. In the corridor, the sound of our rehearsal is particularly eye-catching.
I walked forward with a book in my hand: "The story of spring resounds all over the country ..." With emotion, everyone was rehearsing seriously, for fear that the activity next Wednesday would be messed up. Whenever the bell rings, we all pick up books, rush out of the classroom, line up, start queuing and start rehearsing. Although there are boys making trouble, we still concentrate on rehearsing carefully. ...
With the speed of our rehearsal, Wednesday will move forward with time!
"The motherland is in our hearts, and the June 1 poetry reading will officially begin!" Both temporary hosts made their own impromptu speeches at the scene, which improved the atmosphere of the scene a lot.
"Next, please bring us China youth in Chinese!" As Wang Wenjia is away, we can only replace him with Qian Jia.
"Coming from the treasure island surrounded by blue waves ..." As soon as the music rang, our feelings merged into the artistic conception of this poem.
"Ah, this is our China. This is the China teenager! " At the end of the last reading, the audience applauded warmly, which brought us back to reality. We held hands and bowed deeply to the audience.
One minute on stage, ten years off stage.
The applause of the audience is the best reward for our rehearsal these days.