I am a 6th grade elementary school student, and if I want to participate in the competition, please

Bless your great motherland.

The east is red, the sun is rising, and China is out of the sky.

This is a song that grandparents love to sing.

Every time they sing this song, they think of ***, they think of the Chinese people who have stood up from now on, and China will always be our mother.

Students, the surging Yellow River is our bloodline, the towering Yellow Mountain is our backbone, we have crossed a heavy threshold, the humiliated China is difficult to walk with its head high, and a dragon that rises to the sky finally stands in the east of the world... Check it out for yourself later.

Jianghe's "Star Variations".

Not bad, isn't it? "Spring Snow in Qinyuan" was the content of our recitation the year before last, and it was more courageous.

Later won the first prize.

And you explain what you need, I have a lot of it here, and I've been studying language arts for a long time.

I think Goodbye Cambridge is good.

Gently I go, as softly I came;

I beckoned softly, and made a cloud of the western sky.

The golden willow on the bank of the river is the bride in the sunset;

The beautiful shadow in the waves ripples in my heart.

The green wattles on the soft mud are swaggering at the bottom of the water;

In the soft waves of the River Cam, I am willing to be a water weed!

The pool under the shade of the elm is not a clear spring, but a rainbow crumpled in the sky among the floating algae, precipitating a rainbow-like dream.

Looking for a dream? Hold a penny, wander towards the greener grass, load a boatload of starlight, and sing in the starlight.

But I can't play songs, quietly it's a parting sheng flute;

Xia Worm is also silent for me, and silence is Kangqiao tonight.

Quietly I went, as quietly I came;

I waved my sleeves and didn't take a cloud with me.

This is an article I wrote myself, don't blame me for not writing well. (I'm also in 6th grade) wildflowers are bits and pieces.

Like shredded confetti.

Scattered on the side of the road.

Roses have beautiful fables.

Peony has a delicate face.

Osmanthus has the reputation of fragrant fragrance for ten miles.

But it doesn't do anything.

But he has a tenacious vitality.

Despite the wind and rain blowing mercilessly.

But it still persevered in its mission.

Wildflowers though you only have.

Weak branches.

Delicate fine roots.

But your "sense of responsibility".

Let me admire. Attaboy!

"Aunt Autumn".

We think of Aunt Qiu.

Just think of the harvest.

I haven't met Aunt Qiu.

But I guess Aunt Qiu's face.

It's red. Round and chubby.

I haven't seen Aunt Qiu.

But I guess Aunt Qiu.

is a painter.

Aunt Qiu came.

and to the fruit trees and the crops.

Smeared with a golden one.

Fiery red color.

Aunt Qiu. Busy - she gives them all.

Baskets and sacks.

It's all loaded. Plump particles.

Heavy fruit.

The fruit loves to pout.

Make an observation

The basket is too small. Can't fit!

Aunt Qiu. She was so nice, she sent it to us.

A cool breeze.

Make that for the village to see the yard.

Little brothers, grandmothers.

The puff fan on the handle.

Put one away, one handful.

Aunt Qiu. Clothed in dewdrops.

Stepping on frost flowers. Quietly gone.

She left us behind.

Another harvest joy.

"Wildflowers on the Hillside".

Wildflowers bloom, this mountain full of flowers.

Like spring lips.

Towards the sky. A teenager sings a song.

Who can hear the muffled lyrics?

Wildflowers on the hillside, this small, broken color.

Like a fragment of time.

Flowing out of the cracks of spring, this heartbreaking beauty.

It's even a little remote.

Wildflowers in the sun, wildflowers in the rain.

On this high mountain.

Fend for yourself, no complaints and no regrets.

Who saw the sight.

If he has nothing to comfort in his roaming.

If he is getting lighter and lighter in pain.

Who can not be ashamed of the wildflowers on this hillside?

The wind is blowing. The wind is intertwined.

I want to get a puppy.

But the adults persuaded me.

Say I'm over twelve.

Stop doing this stupid thing.

Stop thinking about puppies.

Or read more.

I want to buy a few pens.

But the adults disagreed.

But I begged again and again.

To no avail.

Adults disagree.

It's a shame.

I want to play computer games for a while.

But the adults said no.

Parents say that's impossible.

I want to grow up quickly.

Able to play computer games.

I want to catch birds and keep birds.

But parents strongly disagree.

The birds are dirty and smelly.

You have to feed and drink it.

Stop thinking about birds.

Or bathe frequently.

Let's choose the more classic bai.

Like Haizi, facing the sea and blooming in spring.

Inside a flowering tree in Xi Muzhirong Dao.

Like *** Qinyuan Spring Snow is also good.

I found an article that wasn't well-known, and it didn't look good.

Long Live Youth" Wang Meng.

Come all the days, all the days, let us weave you, with the golden thread of youth, and the jewel of happiness, weave you.

There was the singing and laughing on the boat, the dancing on campus under the moon, the drizzle of the rain, the march on the morning of the first snow, and the lively arguments, and the beating and warm ...... of the heart

It is the days that pass in a blink of an eye, and it is also a day full of reverie, the wishes are blurred, like the rain of spring, we have time, strength, and burning faith, we are eager to live, and we are eager to fly in the sky.

It is a simple day, but also a changeable day, the vast world, everything makes us curious, always elated, never indifferent, tears, laughter, deep thought, all for the first time.

Go all the days, go, in life I move forward happily, what a heavy burden, I will not be weak, how severe the battle, I will not lose face, one day, after wiping the gun, wiping the machine, wiping the sweat, I miss you, greet you, and look at you with pride!

A flowering tree, Xi Murong's.

I love my motherland, and this kind of poetry is the best.

I love the motherland, I love the motherland, I love the motherland, I love the motherland, I love my hometown, I love my hometown, I love my hometown, I love my hometown, I love my homeland, my great motherland! Mount Everest, it towers into the sky, and the summit is covered with snow all year round. Guizhou This is where I was born and raised, and the yellow fruit tree is like a pearl inlaid in the mountain, surrounded by two cities.

I love the motherland, I love my hometown, the Yangtze River and the Yellow River of the motherland, like two dragons with their heads held high to the east, and the water of the rivers is the boiling blood of the Chinese nation. Hometown is a place with dense rivers, villages and mountains and streams, and the Chishui River flows endlessly through the whole territory. I love the motherland, I love my hometown, the motherland is vast, the mountains and rivers are beautiful, and the beautiful flowers and streams make you forget to return!

Hometown is a beautiful and extraordinary place, Tunpu culture is famous all over the world, and the beautiful flower stream is unique in the south of the Yangtze River. I love my motherland, I love my hometown, and the economy of my motherland is taking off, and it has become one of the top four in the world. The hometown is a legendary hometown of many folk customs, Guizhou's entrepreneurial spirit has touched the whole country, and Guizhou people's footprints are all over the world.

I love the motherland, I love my hometown, and the people of the motherland are unyielding, and have withstood internal and external troubles for thousands of years. My hometown is where my ancestors lived and multiplied, and there was a history of being invaded by foreign invaders. I love the motherland, I love my hometown, the myth of the motherland is so beautiful, and the tenacious spirit of Kuafu chasing the sun leads us to forge ahead.

There is a moving legend in the hometown, the white deer flower circles the city for a week, and five divine horses gallop on the street. I love the motherland, I love my hometown, the development of the motherland makes me proud, and the rapid development of the people is changing people's lives.

Reciting "Young China Says" (highly recommended, but the time is a little long), "Motherland, my dear motherland".

If your Mandarin isn't bad. I suggest you recite the popular poem "Seeing and Not Seeing" (The Silence of Banzaguru Baima) – Tashi Ram Dodo.

You see, or you don't see me.

I was right there.

Not sad or happy. You read me, or you don't read me.

The love is there.

Don't come and go. You love, or don't love me.

The love is there.

Neither increase nor decrease. You follow, or you don't.

My hand is in yours.

Don't give up. Come into my arms.

Or let me dwell in your heart.

Silently in love.

Silence and joy.

Love life.

I don't think I'll be able to make it.

Since you have chosen the distance.

Just take care of the wind and rain.

I don't think about whether I can win love.

Since I love roses.

and be brave enough to confide in sincerity.

I don't think about whether there will be cold wind and rain behind me.

Since the goal is horizon.

All that is left to the world is the back.

I don't think about whether the future will be flat or muddy.

Just love life.

Everything is expected.

It depends on the theme of the recitation, choose according to the theme. I prefer the poem "Going Far Away".

"The Prosperity of Love".

You say you are a flower floating in the world.

My weary wanderer is crazy to take you off.

Thou hast hindered my pace with the lies of passing on words and rhyme poems.

The green trees and red flowers outside the window worked hard to bloom all summer.

When will the wings that once flutter come to pick up a prosperity?

Lonely to the point that the red suit wants to be removed.

Complete the last summer of twenty years old.

Stop at a myth that you always praise my genius.

Encouraged me to be my own audience for many years of falsehood.

Ignore your worries by moving to other cities.

I will also talk to strangers when I am exploring my way.

but they will not be able to abstain from the punishment that will be brought about you.

It turns out that love has to struggle hard to realize how great you are.

By then, I had already wandered to the end of the world.

Recalling the angry words at the beginning, I regretted that I couldn't extricate myself.

A rainbow fell in the vast sea after some rain.

I made a wish that I would love her even if I was silent for the rest of my life.

You are the flower that will never die in my soul.

Shu Ting's "This Is Everything":

Not all big trees.

all were broken by the storm;

Not all seeds.

None of the soil can be found to take root;

It's not all true.

all lost in the desert of hearts;

Not all dreams.

They are willing to have their wings broken.

No, not everything.

It's all like you said!

Not all flames.

All only burn themselves.

without illuminating others;

Not all stars.

All indicate only darkness.

without reporting the dawn;

Not all singing.

They all passed only by their ears.

And not stay in the heart.

No, not everything.

It's all like you said!

Not all appeals have gone unheard;

Not all losses cannot be compensated;

Not all abysses are perdition;

Not all perdition is overlaid over the heads of the weak;

Not all minds.

all under their feet, rotting in the mud;

Not all consequences.

It's all tears and blood, and they don't show joy.

All the present is pregnant with the future, and everything in the future grows from its yesterday.

Hope, and fight for it, please put it all on your shoulders.

How to face difficulties and even disasters in life, you must first learn to bear them, and then rise up. As the famous educator Wei Shusheng said: "Complaining about the environment, the sky is dark; Self-transformation, the sky is high. ”

Shu Ting shows her unique warmth, romance and idealism in "This is Everything". In "This Is Everything", Shu Ting hopes to build a peak of hope for the future on this wasteland, so that the surrounding fields and mountains can gather.

Praise be to you, June 1.

this day. The sky is clear.

White clouds fluttering. A holy shirt like the day.

That's you. International Children's Day.

A world of our own.

We sang happily.

Dance to your heart's content.

How many thriving seedlings.

On this day. Salute to the stars.

Wear the long-awaited red scarf.

The heart is so sweet.

There is honey hanging from the corner of the mouth.

Yes! Liu yi. You are fertilizer for thriving seedlings.

You are the oil of a tiny motor.

You are the wood that burns the flame.

You are the glorious sun.

We are grateful for June 1st.

Yearning for the 61 macro type.

Because, because.

It's sixty-one. Give us infinite joy.

Because, because.

It's sixty-one. Give us the music to move forward.

I am Chinese.

My ancestors were the first to come out of the forest, and my ancestors were the first to start farming.

I am a descendant of the compass and the printing press, and I am a descendant of pi and the geokinetic instrument.