Hello! In this festive atmosphere that the whole country welcomes the xx birthday of * * * and China, all our teachers and students are full of joy and full of energy, and gather here to hold a grand reading contest of classic poems in grade two.
In the literary treasure house of classical poetry, we are too busy to see, and we can't leave. Here, Li Bai, who is proud of the world of mortals, and Du Fu, who is looking at though a country be sundered, hills and rivers endure, are coming face to face. On this side, there is Bai Juyi who listens to a pipa and tears his blue shirt, and on that side, there is Fan Zhongyan who goes upstairs and looks at the world from afar. Su Dongpo put the wine under the moon and asked questions to the sky. Xin Qiji looked at the sword with a lantern, and every night he dreamed of the autumn soldiers on the battlefield; Liu Yong sang for "There are laurel seeds in Sanqiu, lotus flowers in ten miles", while Li Qingzhao was saddened by "Indus is more drizzling".
Classical poetry is a towering monument, which counts the historical heritage of Chinese civilization; Classical poetry is also a splendid crown, which is filled with the treasures of China's literary wisdom. Here, we can find the boldness of "river of no return", the gracefulness of "people are thinner than yellow flowers", the angry cry of "wearing out the eternal knife in the chest" and the shallow singing of "Yang Liuan, the wind is dying"; There is a patriotic ambition that is full of anger, and there is also a homesickness in front of the window; There is Sauvignon Blanc alone in the West Building, and there is a dream of Jiangnan where the grass grows and the warbler flies; There are butterflies in the spring, and there are prunes in the snow. Holding out this treasure book, we can feel its weight: carving history, it cuts blood; Whip the darkness, it has tears in every word; Thinking about life, it is reasonable; Looking forward to the light, its sound is tireless. We can also appreciate its broadness: it is the solidification of history and the reflection of reality; It is a wonderful pen of literati and a meditation of philosophers; It is a splendid scroll of thousands of miles of warblers, and it is also a blood shed map of the court dynasty; Its lonely smoke in the desert, its drum horn beyond the Great Wall, its new grave and old ghost, and its golden wind and jade, * * * hold up a Mount Everest in the history of China literature.
this afternoon, let's * * * hold up the bottle of classic poetry, invite the bright moon to the front of the flower, draw poetry to the ninth place, and start a beautiful journey in the eternal farewell. Finally, I wish this classic poetry reading contest a complete success!