As for my recitation, recitation is an important form of oral communication. Not only can you improve your reading ability, but more importantly, you can cultivate your temperament, broaden your mind and enhance your understanding by reciting. Come and have a look at my recitation.
My reading manuscript 1 Reciting the manuscript poem "I"
I miss my childhood.
Girl gone wild in a jacket and shorts.
Sitting on the branch of a buttonwood tree
Singing children's songs composed of words
I can cry if I want to.
As long as I feel sad
My tears are the tears of my soul.
Although sometimes it's just for a wild fruit.
I smiled happily.
Laughter is like a tinkling river.
This laughter is my heart.
Even the stone will be amused by it.
I dare to hate
Never dodge.
Vent anger
I dare to pounce and bite my opponent's nose.
I dare to love.
Not shy at all.
My face is the mirror of my thoughts.
Red is blood.
What is hot is fire.
I hate myself now.
This well-dressed, gentle and mature me
I learned to cry without tears.
I learned to smile with tears.
I once sang insincere compliments.
I have expressed my disgust against my will.
The net woven by the secular world wraps me tightly like a poisonous snake.
I suffocate, I struggle, I shout-
This is not me! This is not me! !
Let the thunder and lightning split me into pieces!
Let the fire burn me!
Give me back a childlike and transparent me.
My recitation 2 touching prose recitation: My father is the past of my life.
Maybe my memory still exists, but I have become the past. The jasmine brought back from the street is quietly placed on my bedside table. I stared at it wait for a while, and my thoughts became very complicated and drifting. There are many things in the world that can be replaced, but life can't. There are still some memories of the past, even in the darkness of the stars and moons, it is inevitable that it is a bit sad. Many times, I just don't let the tears flow.
I live in empty nostalgia. I began to hang my white soul on an invisible tree. I made this choice in order to escape the secular attack. I want to turn off my cell phone, close the security door and live a quiet life. In the dead of night, I feel lonely, confused and confused. I'm a quiet person, so I'm always alone at home, very quiet. I like the peace in front of me, but this peace will soon be broken by the hawking in my yard. Just like the sunset in the river was broken by a stone.
I have thought about the feeling of this kind of life, but I have "fixed" my position in reality, and the order of life has not changed at all. When I stared at this bunch of jasmine flowers with a faint fragrance on the counter for a long time, I felt that the soul of the flowers attached to the molecules of the air and filled my heart. I began to understand that I have no reason to hurt my soul. I saw my father's smile and many things I should see, and I began to re-examine the value and courage of life.
I have been looking up at the sky all spring, looking at a white cloud or a blue sky in the distance. This kind of looking up has become my daily need, and everything is so peaceful and quiet. I like this kind of meditation in life. In this silence, I suddenly remembered something my father said to me, "People came into this world with a lot of debts." Thinking about my father's efforts to volatilize his industrious energy all his life, I realized what is hard work and what is best effort. When my father talks about debt, it is generally a person's social responsibility.
I love literature, but in my yearning for literature, I think my father is great. I need to read more books. But my family is really poor. Every time I ask my father for money, my eyes are full of tears. "Dad, I want to buy books." Father always smiles and says, "Let me sell you some food for money." Looking at my father and sick mother all the year round, tortured by embarrassment, guilt and depression, a hot liquid will come out. I know this hot thing is nothing but my tears.
I am a very stubborn person. I read and write. 1989 winter, finally one day, I suddenly broke into my house with a copy of Xi' an Workers' Literature and Art, pointed to a poem and said, "Dad, I published it." My father smiled at me and I smiled back at him. Looking at my father's smile, I always think of that long literary experience, and my father's figure will emerge in my mind. I know that my responsibility as a son and my father's happiness and happiness is that I have been going on, and that is my diligent pursuit of literature.
I crawled on the steps set up by books, and my father's smile has always been my spiritual watch. I've been making an evolution with words. I saw my father's smile. This is a pair of expectations, and it is very warm to think about it. I shed tears while recalling, and I filled my memory with tears. It was in the past of my life that one relative expressed his affection and warmth to another in a unique way.
My father is the past of my life, and so am I. The existence and significance of fatherly love has influenced me in a subtle way, making me learn to be grateful, take on life with gratitude and enjoy life. When I am exhausted and really want to sleep, I still have the last consciousness in my mind. I saw my father still smiling at me.
My Recitation Draft 3 Recitation Draft-My Dream
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Female (1): My dream is full of vigor.
M (1): My dream is to reprimand Fang Qiu in all directions.
Woman (2): My dream is not in that distant heaven;
Man (2): My dream stands on the hot land of the East!
Female (1): My dream starts from the Yangtze River;
M (1): My dream was conceived in the Yellow River!
Woman (2): My dream is like a magic mirror;
Man (2): My dream is a permanent spring breeze;
Lift the hoe and chop it north;
Spread the smile of country mother to the south. ...
Female (1): My dream has turned into a bright year;
After many obstacles, why does it burn for a long time!
M (1): My dream is to follow the fire of justice;
After several storms, why is it high?
Woman (2): It is bathed in gorgeous light and towering in the sun!
Man (2): It lights up the shining constellation and shines in the moonlight!
Female (1): This is my dream! ?
M (1): This is also my dream!
Yamato: This is our Chinese dream!
Female (1): You flew in from a mural 5,000 years ago-
Open the gorgeous screen ...
M (1): You are driving the Himalayas.
Galloping around the world
This is our dream.
We paint colors with youth.
M (he): We write the future with ambition.
Everyone (together): Chinese dream, my dream, our youth dream.
Woman (2): When I was a child, my mother told me:
Female (1): You are the future of the motherland.
It is the hometown paved with loess, which gave birth to you and raised you.
Male (1): There are surging Yellow River and Yangtze River.
Woman (2): There is a misty water town under the oiled paper umbrella of Wu Peng's boat.
Female (1): There is an ancient rhyme and fragrance of Qin, Qi, calligraphy and painting.
Man (2): There are 1000 miles of grassland scenery there.
Female (1): When I was a child, my teacher told me:
Woman (2): You are the hope of the country.
It is a big country with 9.6 million square meters that raised you.
M (1): This is a chapter written by my mother with blood and tears.
This is the barrier palace wall built by mother with sweat.
Man (2): You should constantly draw strength from the long river of history.
Female (colleague) has experienced a glorious period.
Save your youth and collect the dreams of your motherland.
Men (United) spirit lashed the youth of Fang Qiu, and China became stronger!
Female (1) When I grow up, I tell myself:
Female (2) I am the future of the motherland and the hope of the nation.
Male (1) gave birth to me and raised me in his hometown paved with loess.
Male (2) I was raised by a big country with 9.6 million square meters.
Female (1) is like an eagle shuttling between the blue sky and the sea.
Woman (2) is like a ship sailing in the vast ocean.
Male (1) The stubbornness in the storm is nowhere to be found.
Proud attitude to describe the face of youth.
M (2) Youth is engraved on my forehead.
It's time to banish the years when the river is burning with passion.
Female (1) My heart is engraved with dreams.
It's time to bite your own soil shell and absorb Guanghua to thrive.
Woman (2) My body is flowing.
It is the same blood as hundreds of millions of people.
This is a winding river.
Female (together) I'm in tune.
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Mother's proverbs and hopes
Burning in the dream of youth
I raised my right hand to the bloody sun: the dream of youth! Chinese dream! The dream is for the land!