More enthusiastic poetry reading

Poetry has many forms, some of which are more passionate. After reading it, it was refreshing. So what are the more passionate poems? Let me tell you something.

"I am very proud. I'm from China "or Gorky's I Love You, China"? Haiyan?

I am proud, I come from China!

Among countless blue eyes and brown eyes,

I have a pair of black eyes like jewels.

I am proud, I come from China!

Among countless white skin and black skin,

My skin is as yellow as the earth,

I am proud, I come from China!

I'm from China-

The Loess Plateau is my chest,

The flowing water of the Yellow River is my boiling blood;

The Great Wall is my raised arm,

Mount Tai is my heel.

I'm from China-

My ancestors walked out of the forest for the first time.

My ancestors started farming first.

I am a descendant of the compass and printing.

I am a descendant of pi and seismograph.

In my country,

There are not only immortals in history.

Keywords Confucius, Sima Qian, Li Zicheng, Sun Yat-sen,

And immortality in the history of literature

Hua Mulan, Lin Daiyu, the Monkey King, Lu.

I am proud, I come from China!

I'm from China.

My voice is as rough as the Yellow River,

Not only in the United Nations building,

Speak out China's comments,

Also at the Olympic Games,

Shouting? China scored? .

When applause sent the flag of China to the blue sky,

I wish I were from China!

I'm from China-

My huge arms are like the Great Wall,

Not only the drill pipe of the diamond oil production machine

Predict that the center of the earth can't hit oil,

Send communication satellites to our ancestors.

White clouds that I have never seen in my dream.

When the five oceans listen to the voice of the East,

I am proud, I come from China.

I'm from China-

I am a descendant of the murals in Mogao Grottoes.

Let the flying murals be with us.

I'm Tian Fei,

Flying is us.

I am proud, I come from China!

What are the most suitable poems to recite?

homesickness

Yu Guangzhong's homesickness was a small stamp when he was a child. My mother grew up there, and homesickness is a narrow ticket. I'm here and the bride is there. Later, homesickness became a temporary grave. I'm outside and my mother is inside. Homesickness is now a shallow strait. I am here and the mainland is there.

domestic

I was walking alone across the field, and the sunset hid its last gold like a miser. The day fell into deeper darkness, and the lonely field that had been harvested lay there quietly. A boy's shrill voice suddenly sounded in the sky. He walked through the invisible darkness, leaving traces of his singing in the silence of dusk. His rural hometown is located on the desolate edge, behind the sugarcane fields, hiding in the shadow of banana trees, slender betel nuts, coconut trees and dark green Jacques trees. I stopped for a while and walked alone under the starlight. I saw the dark earth spread out in front of me, embracing countless families with my arms. In those families, there are cradles and beds, mother's heart and night lights, and young life. They are full of joy, but they don't know the value of such joy to the world.