Poetry Suitable for New Year's Day Reading Contest

Poetry suitable for New Year's Day recitation competition;

Listen carefully,

The pace of the new year is approaching.

Look east,

It's just that the visit is coming,

Let's gently wave to it:

Hello, New Year's Day!

New Year's Day is the end of the past year.

Looking back on the past days,

365 miles a year,

Although there are many twists and turns, many bumps and many difficulties,

But we're here,

After all, we have come to the end.

Just like climbing a mountain,

When you walk on a steep and winding mountain road,

Climbing to the top of the mountain is too tiring.

I feel that "it's going to explode, and other mountains are dwarfed under the sky." ,

Yes,

Facing the new year,

We are all winners!

Looking back on our life journey,

In the past 365 days full of wind, frost, rain and snow,

We have struggled, made progress, failed and succeeded.

Our laughter and loss, our confusion and confusion,

Has become a beautiful memory,

In the past, I will be infected with inexplicable acacia.

Although the road ahead is still bumpy,

The cold wind is still raging and howling,

But for the sake of the red sun in my heart,

For eternal hope and beautiful vision,

We must move forward, move forward. ......

Let's skip the complexity of the table,

Put aside your troubles,

Stop running,

Stretch your tired waist,

With a clean heart,

Quietly waiting for the midnight bell to ring,

Sincere prayers for the future,

Because New Year's Day is coming!

The new year is coming!

Example 2: Under the fiery red sun

Listen, that's the song of a bird.

They knocked at the door in surprise.

The first door in spring

White clouds bring warm thoughts.

Long-lost greetings

Brought us new year's greetings.

Those heavy laughter.

Just like mom and dad's hands, full of labor and harvest.

A glass of hard liquor.

Full of homesickness

Get me drunk on a windy morning.

Wandering wanderer

I quickened the pace of going home.

The girl I love

Long time no see.

Like a trembling spider web in my hometown.

Silently grew into a cocoon

I want to leave while the spring breeze is still early.

So I can ask my beloved girl.

Love, will she bloom in this spring?