Poetry Recitation of Song of Youth 1
Youth is a song.
A beautiful and loud song.
This song records the heroic passion.
Youth is a train that never looks back.
She led us all the way forward, but she couldn't retreat.
Youth is a beautiful dream.
The most beautiful dream in the hearts of boys and girls
Youth is a clear river.
Happy but tireless.
Youth is a rainbow.
There are seven color palettes
Describe the most beautiful moment in the world
Youth is a blooming flower.
Use the warmest color.
Deduct youthful vitality.
Youth is a meteor in the sky.
A beautiful moment lasts for ten thousand years.
Youth is a diary.
Turn over a page of records
The music that once flashed youth.
But I don't watch the tempering of time.
The yellow pages have lost their bright colors.
Cherish your youth, friends.
When you want to leave her,
She left quietly, leaving no trace.
Come vigorously, go resolutely and decisively.
Because life is equal to everyone.
You can only live once.
You are only young once.
Poetry recitation of the song of youth II
The best time of life
It is youth.
Youth is bright and clear, and youth is magnanimous.
Young people walk into youth with laughter.
Smiling faces are as bright as sunshine.
The old man bid farewell to youth.
Turn around and send youth to hope.
People will get old.
But youth never dies.
Like the sleepless sun.
The Ming dynasty will leap to the top of the mountain again.
People yearn for youth.
My heart is bleeding.
Surging blood
Run like the Yellow River and the Yangtze River.
Forever Strong
The beautiful shadow of youth can be seen everywhere.
You can see the rush of youth everywhere.
In a bustling city
There are signs of youth.
In our mine
Have a straight backbone of youth
On a busy campus
There is youth soaring in the ocean of knowledge.
I love the sound of books on campus, like a flat tone that condenses true love.
The winding campus path is more like a collection of happy footprints.
We pursue the most youthful rhythm and the strongest physique.
We pursue the pure beauty in growth and the light in strength.
Countless predecessors
Set an example for us.
They have made great efforts and hardships.
Even pay colorful youth.
Never forget Sun Yat-sen.
I can't forget Mao Zedong
I can't forget Deng Xiaoping
I can't forget countless people with lofty ideals.
I can't forget War of Resistance against Japanese Aggression
Can't forget the War to Resist US Aggression and Aid Korea
I can't forget the Vietnam counterattack.
Never forget to build the motherland and make it rich and strong.
Qian Qian's youth impression.
Say goodbye to yesterday.
History is still flowing.
All fronts
Brilliance that needs to be innovated again
Song of Youth Poetry Recitation Draft 3
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 the Olympic (? O) the young eagle of item;
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,
Amang (mǐ ng) Mangkunlun (L? Let me learn to hold my head high,
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.
A stiff (j? The dignified square figure in Ng),
Feeling? Water Margin (hǔ) Three Kingdoms? Heroism;
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 mind (Y? Ng) around the ear;
Ding hid in grandpa's arms (P? Toddlers,
Dongzi and Lei Feng's footsteps lead me forward.
Chinese people, Chinese people,
Black eyes and yellow skin, the appearance remains the same.
At the end of the month in butyl five, the heart follows the dragon boat to chase the soul of poetry.
Mid-Autumn Festival in August, the full moon sends me thoughts.
C ao(？ O) Archery and wrestling at the Expo show 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.
Ding Weiming (m? Ng) Remember the advantages and disadvantages of Chinese mothers,
Not to mention what she has suffered.
Yellow River Fiber (Qi? N) Frau can't be straightened like a question mark,
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.
b？ The story of spring? Resounded throughout the country,
China! Opened a brand-new picture.
A Today, history and future will be welded by us (H? N) connection,
The baton of the times depends on us,
Standing at the new starting line, loudly answer:
Qi young people want to write about China's Cui (cuǐ) ladies (C? N) poetry!
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.
Don't forget. The most dangerous time? The battle song flies!
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 compete (j? Ng) is open,
Decorate the Wan Li Garden.
One that makes the souls of ancestors proudly marvel:
Qi! This is my China!
This is China boy!