I am looking for a recitation manuscript of a modern poem, something more bold and bold. It must be novel!

China, my key is lost Author: Liang Xiaobin

China, my key is lost.

That was more than ten years ago,

I ran wildly along the red street,

I ran to the wilderness in the suburbs and screamed for joy,

Later,

I lost my key.

Spirit, suffering soul,

I don’t want to wander anymore,

I want to go home,

Open the drawer, turn I looked through the pictures of my childhood and took a look at the green clover tucked into the pages of the book.

Moreover,

I also want to open the bookcase,

take out a copy of "The Ballads of Heine",

I want to go on a date,

I raised this book to her,

as a signal of my love to the blue sky

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All of this,

none of these beautiful things can be done,

China, my key is lost.

It started to rain again,

My key,

Where are you lying?

I think the wind and rain have corroded it. You,

you are already rusty.

No, I don’t think so,

I will search tenaciously,

I hope I can find you again.

O sun,

have you seen my key?

May your light shine brightly for it.

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I am walking in this vast field,

I am searching along the footsteps of my soul,

all that is lost,

I'm thinking hard.

I am a willful child Author: Gu Cheng

Maybe

I am a child spoiled by my mother

I am willful

I hope

Every moment

is as beautiful as colored crayons

I hope

to draw on my beloved white paper

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Draw clumsy freedom

Draw an eye that will never shed tears

A sky

A piece of feathers and leaves belonging to the sky

A light green apple at night

I want to draw the morning

Draw the dew

Smiles that can be seen

Draw all the youngest

Love without pain

Draw the imaginary

My lover

She has never seen the clouds

Her eyes are the color of the clear sky

She will always look at me every year

Forever, look

I will never turn my head suddenly

I want to draw distant scenery

Draw a clear horizon and water waves

Draw many happy rivers

Draw hills-

covered with light hairs

I let them get very close

Let every acquiescence

Every quiet excitement of spring

become the birthday of a little flower

I have never seen her, and it is impossible

But I know she is beautiful

I drew her autumn windbreaker

Draw the burning candles and maple leaves

Draw the many hearts that were extinguished because of loving her

Draw the wedding

Draw the festivals where you wake up early -

It has glass candy paper on it

and illustrations of northern fairy tales

I am A wayward child

I want to paint away all misfortunes

I want to paint all the windows on the earth

Let all those who are used to darkness Eyes

are accustomed to the light

I want to draw the wind

Draw a taller mountain range

Draw the East The desire of the nation

Draw the sea -

The boundless sound of joy

Finally, on the corner of the paper

I still want to draw Draw yourself

Draw a koala

He is sitting in the dark jungle of Victoria

Sitting on a quiet branch

Dazed

He has no home

No heart left far away

He only has many, many berries

The same dream

And big, big eyes

I am hoping

I am thinking

But I don’t know why

I didn't get a crayon

I didn't get a colorful moment

All I had was me

My fingers and the pain

I can only tear up those pieces of paper

Beloved white paper

Let them look for butterflies

Let them disappear from today

I I am a willful child

A child spoiled by an imaginary mother

I am willful, I am proud, I am Chinese

Wang Huairang in countless blue eyes and red In my eyes,

I have a pair of black eyes as bright as gems.

Among countless white and black skins,

I have a body as dark as the earth. Bright yellow skin,

I am proud, I am Chinese!

My ancestors were the first to walk out of the forest,

My ancestors were the first to start farming,

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I am a descendant of the compass and printing,

I am a descendant of pi and the seismograph.

We have Confucius, Sima Qian, Lin Zexu, and Sun Yat-sen who have left their names in history, as well as Hua Mulan, Lin Daiyu, Sun Wukong, and Lu Zhishen who are famous throughout the ages.

The Qinghai-Tibet Plateau is my raised chest,

The roaring Yellow River is my mighty roar,

The long Great Wall is my raised arms,

The towering Mount Tai is the heel on which I stand.

My chest is as broad as the plateau,

I have the feat of blocking the muzzle of a gun at my own risk,

My arms are as strong as the woods,

Having the spirit of bravely fighting the flood

Shocking the world, weeping ghosts and gods,

I am proud, I am Chinese!

I am as rough as the Yellow River

The sound has resounded through the Olympic stadium countless times, and also echoed in the hall of the Hong Kong International Conference.

When the cries of the ruins of the Old Summer Palace were finally avenged

How could I suppress my inner excitement?

I am proud, I am Chinese!!

I sent satellites to the misty clouds,

When the five continents listen to the red oriental music from space,

I am proud, I am Chinese!

I have opened up the road of surrounding the cities from the countryside.

I am determined to take the road of socialism with Chinese characteristics

When the whole world is amazed by the great changes of the Oriental Dragon in the past 20 years,

I am proud, I am Chinese! When the wave of science and technology comes overwhelmingly,

I resolutely open the door that has been closed for a long time

When the financial crisis sweeps the world

I calmly adjust the course of reform to the new and the old In the changing era, opportunities and challenges coexist.

Ask who controls the ups and downs of the vast land?

Looking at the new global landscape, only the strong will prevail! Heirs of the five-thousand-year-old civilization dragon,

don’t be arrogant,

don’t be decadent and depressed

should hold your head high

be calm and prudent

Bypassing the dangerous shoals and hidden reefs

Welcome to the bright future

We are here in the cross-century

We are shouldering a sacred responsibility

Let us be proud of it

We are all Chinese! Wish Rainier (France) For your eyes

I hope there is a plain

and a green forest

Long and gentle

Displayed under the clear sky on the horizon

Or several hills with beautiful outlines

Meandering, leaping,

The mist is filled

As if melting into the soft air

Or a few hills

Or a forest I hope

You can hear it

The majestic and low sound of the sea

Rush, deep, gentle,

Occasionally

It is by your side

Sighing, as if expressing love

In the break of the waves

You can hear it

Very close to you

A dove

Singing in silence

Whispering in a low voice

Like pouring out love

In the light shadow 中

Can you hear

A clear spring is flowing

I hope your hands are holding flowers

Your Footsteps

Stepping on a fine sandy path in the grass

The path ascends

Declines and turns

As if stretching into the depths of silence

A path of fine sand

There are your footprints on it,

My footprints

I hope our footprints can help to you.