30 years of reform and opening up: poetry

Reciting needs more practice. The following is a manuscript of a poem I read at the age of 30 for your reference.

30 years of reform and opening up 1;

Since that winter thirty years ago

A short old man

Have rural and urban backgrounds.

Designed a blueprint for a strong country.

then

Standing on the commanding heights of China's economy

With a wave of his hand

The country that has been closed for a long time has opened a resolute and calm posture.

Grand strategic conception

Gave poor China a shot in the arm.

Cheer up the people of China.

At the same time, the eyes of the whole world are focused.

Begin to face up to China, the oriental dragon.

Autumn has gone and spring has come.

Left click and right click

Thirty years? stern

Thirty years? Rough and smooth

In the wave of reform and opening up

The people of China have increased their courage.

The ancient Chinese nation

Seize the opportunity of prosperity

Thirty years? Time is in a hurry

It's like a flash.

However, at this historical moment,

A group of outstanding members of * * * producers.

But to lead the aspiring people of China.

Give 9.6 million square kilometers of land.

Pour boiling passion

Let the souls of great men of all ages stand quietly.

Look at this miracle on earth.

In today's affluent life.

I wrote these 34 lines of commemorative words.

To express my admiration for an old man.

And honestly.

? Thank you, our chief designer? Comrade Xiaoping

Reading Poems in 30 Years of Reform and Opening-up II;

Meditate on History —— Commemorating the 30th Anniversary of China's Reform and Opening-up.

A thousand years, a hundred years and thirty years have all become eternal memories in an instant.

On this ancient land, the Great Wall of Wan Li is still winding.

The Yangtze River still flows, and there are still so many beautiful rivers and mountains from the northland to Nanjiang.

However, China has been turned upside down.

It is no longer the bright moon in Qin dynasty, but the custom in Han dynasty.

It is no longer the oriental legend written by Kyle Poirot.

No longer a sick body ravaged by Eight-Nation Alliance.

It is no longer a lonely journey groping in suffering.

Even, it is no longer synonymous with poverty, hunger and backwardness.

China, China from ancient times to modern times.

China, China soaked with blood, tears and sweat.

From then on, I no longer breathe like a Yellow River tracker.

The ancient civilization created its own destiny chip.

Show the secrets of truth in the eastern sky.

This secret is a magic key.

Opened a century-long deadlock between East and West.

In the spring and autumn of 30 years, the splendid land is full of high spirits.

Thirty years of spring and autumn, picturesque and poetic.

In the past 30 years, the rainbow has crossed the Yangtze River, and the majestic Three Gorges Dam has been locked for thousands of miles.

Thirty people in the Spring and Autumn Period were bathed in the spring breeze of reform, realizing the harmony and prosperity of the Chinese nation.

In this sacred land

Bob sends out the power to shake the world.

In this magical land

The hope of soaring has sprouted again.

The giant pen of history will depict a more brilliant new century!

30 years of Reform and Opening-up: Reciting Poetry Draft 3;

Looking back 30 years

I can't help singing.

Country songs I am familiar with.

The city I yearn for.

They are like my own brothers.

In my beloved land.

Grow tenaciously day by day

It gave me three meals a day.

Bread, wine and vegetables

And honest peanuts all year round.

Those humble sorghum on the earth

How much has the philosophy of life taught me?

Never forget the suffering and hunger thirty years ago.

A decade-long disaster

How much laughter killed us?

How many faiths have been destroyed?

Spring thunder rolled in the Third Plenary Session of the Eleventh Central Committee.

Since then, the chapter of urban and rural development has been opened.

I sing. I can't help singing.

Tall buildings that have risen from the ground.

Flashing neon lights, busy big market

That colorful night in the stands.

Sing the story of spring over and over again

I remember the first time I watched TV by train.

Watch the space shuttle sing the national anthem.

I remember the first time I wore a suit and tie.

Take your girlfriend's hand to the dance floor.

I remember that the original planned economy transformed the market.

How much abuse, how much confusion.

Remember the joy after harvest

Remember the joy of moving to a new house?

Remember the bright red flag in July.

Light up my life.

Oh, I sing. I can't help singing.

The rural elders I admire.

My dear city brother

Thirty years of hardship

We grew up together in this land.

Golden rice, ripe berries

Nourish our different skin.

Flowing melody, flowing scenery

Enrich our same dream.