Urgent! The New Year s Day recitation material should be a little longer

The dawn moon in Lugou suddenly dusk, awakening the sleeping lion and fighting the evil wolf.

Tong Zhao donated his body to Guangyudian, and wrote a new chapter in the spring and autumn period.

The rain of bullets roared like thunder, and the heroes of China showed their might.

The captives were hit hard at the beginning, and the Chinese people began to raise a celebration cup.

Thousands of myths and earth-borne grandchildren, looming freely without traces.

The wells and graves flew fast, and the slaves were stunned as foreign souls.

1. Praise the motherland.

1 Love of the Republic 2 I Come Up Like a Snowflake from the Sky 3 Ode to the Red Flag 4 Long March Symphony 1 5 Long March Symphony 2 6 March of the Volunteers 7 Five Star Red Flag 8 Yellow River Piano Concerto 9 Sounds of the Country.

2. Family affection and nostalgia.

1 White-haired Mother 2 Dabie Mountain 3 Old Father 4 Mother's Ballad 5 Mother 0 6 Mother 7 That's Me 8 A Big Bowl of Tea at the Front Door 9 Dear Mom and Dad 10 Sunset Red 11 Mother in the Candlelight 12 Remembering Jiangnan 13 Homesickness 14 Thousand Years of Prayer 15 Erquan Reflecting the Moon.

3. Love mood.

1 Tianyu Liang Zhu Violin 2 He Daran 3 Into the Spring Soundtrack 4 Lu You Tang Wan 5 The Story of Shen Yuan 6 The Mournful Cello 7 The Mournful Cello 8 The Sad Cello 9 The Tragic Cello 10 The Heavy Cello.

4. Poetic nature class.

1 White Chrysanthemum Song 2 Autumn Chrysanthemum Song 3 Cold Chrysanthemum Song 4 Blue Rain Trisi 5 Harrow 6 Sailing 7 Moonlight on the Lotus Pond 8 Good Night 9 Journey 10 Travel.

5. Prairie horse-head violin.

1 The Sun That Never Sets 2 The Steppe Dream 3 The Steppe Night 4 The Steppe 5 The Father's Steppe 6 Gadamerin 7 The Beautiful Steppe 8 The Mongols 9 Madrigal 10 Noengiya.

Six strong rhythms are magnificent.

1 Heroes of a Hundred Battles 2 Canglong Drum 3 Cupola 4 Deku Drum 5 Waiting 6 Wind and Rain Life 7 Drum Ancient Chronicles 8 Drum Poems 9 Haiyan Accompaniment 10 Hao Hao Qiankun.

Seven Symphony Light **.

1 Adamas 2 Irish Lullaby 3 Anne's Wonderland 4 Star of Baghdad 5 Beatrix 6 Changing Winds 7 Bressenon 8 Sinking Ireland 9 Morning Light 10 First Snow.

9. Ancient songs and ancient rhymes.

1 Love and Sorrow Guqin 2 White Pillar 3 Bepa Port 4 Backgammon 5 Caiyun Chasing the Moon 6 Nagato Resentment 7 Zen Temple Bell 8 Water Lotus 9 Spring Stream Flowing Spring 10 Spring River Flower Moon Night.

Toast Song" Zhou Xiaochuan.

The soundtrack looks for "New Year's Overture".

China, China, the magnificent mountains and rivers of the Yangtze River rush, Kunlun towering. The brand-new country under the leadership of the Communist Party is full of socialist flowers. China, China, the bright red sun never sets.

China, China, the boiling mountains and rivers are advancing in waves. The pace of the new Long March is extremely firm, and the pace of building a modern power is accelerated. China, China, the bright red sun never sets. China, China, the indomitable mountains and rivers, stand majestically and magnificently.

Arm us with our minds, always ready to destroy all aggressors China, China, the bright red sun never sets China, China, the bright red sun never sets.

Believe in the future.

Index finger When the cobwebs mercilessly seized my hearth.

When the smoke of ashes sighs the sorrow of poverty.

I still stubbornly lay out the ashes of disappointment.

Write with beautiful snowflakes: Believe in the future.

When my purple grapes turn to late autumn dew.

When my flowers snuggle up to someone else's feelings.

I still stubbornly use the withered vines of frost.

Write on the bleak earth: Believe in the future.

I'm going to use my fingers on the waves that rush to the horizon.

I will hold the sea of the sun with the palm of my hand.

Swaying the warm and beautiful pen of the dawn.

Write in a child's pen: Believe in the future.

The reason why I firmly believe in the future.

It is the eyes of people who believe in the future.

She has eyelashes that sweep away the dust of history.

She has the pupils to see through the pages of time.

Regardless of people's perception of our rotten flesh.

The melancholy of being lost, the pain of failure.

It is a tearful feeling of emotion and deep sympathy.

Or give a contemptuous smile and a spicy mockery.

I'm a firm believer in people's trust for our backbone.

Those countless explorations, lost, failures, and successes.

We will definitely give an enthusiastic, objective and fair evaluation.

Yes, I anxiously await their assessment.

Friends, believe firmly in the future.

Believe in indomitable efforts.

Believe in the youth that triumphs over death.

Believe in the future and love life.

Long live Wang Meng's youth.

Come all the days, all the days, let me weave you, with the golden thread of youth, and the beauty 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 have passed in a blink of an eye, and it is also a day full of reverie, and the wishes are blurred, like the spring rain, we have time, strength, and burning faith, and we are eager to live and fly in the sky.

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

All the days go, all go, in life I happily move forward, forward!

I will not be weak with heavy burdens;

I will not be disgraced in how hard the battle is;

One day, I finished wiping the gun, wiping the machine, and wiping the sweat.

I miss you, greet you, and look upon you with pride.

The first thing I saw was the incomparable holiness of the mother.

Loving gaze and tears of joy

Eyes don't blink, staring at you carefully.

Your hazy and ignorant heart beats instinctively.

But he couldn't express his family affection, only his limbs danced wildly for a while.

You're so anxious that you can't help but cry out loud.

After many days and nights of nurturing.

Finally sit down straight with your little body.

After adjusting for EQ and IQ.

Never wait, shouted straight out of life.

The first voice of the most precious - Mom.

This is the most touching primitive accumulation.

No matter how many languages are spoken in the world.

Only this one cry is absolutely the same.

There is no music, no poetry.

It can be more moving than this one.

The wandering mountains are reluctant to send away the sunset.

Amorous sailors were reluctant to sail far.

Hope is calling.

The outside world is my paradise, and the free heart is flying.

Mother, do you care about me?

My mother looked at me uneasily.

Mother, do you want my life to be more exciting?

My mother looked at me with relief.

Listen to the sound of the train and the whistle ......

A pair of hands were clasped tightly through the window.

Pedestrians are about to open and open.

Of course, this field is poetry.

If you are a girl, you can recite Shu Ting's "To the Oak Tree", and if you are a boy, "Farewell to Kangqiao" is good.