Urgent for recitation, urgent for poetry recitation

Former Chibi Fu. Su shi.

In the autumn of Renxu, in July, Suzi and the guest traveled under the red cliff. The breeze is coming, and the water is not rippling. Raise the wine to belong to the guest, recite the poem of the bright moon, and sing the chapter of the fairy.

Shaoyan, the moon comes out of the east mountain, wandering between the bullfights. The white dew crosses the river, and the water shines to the sky. As far as a reed is, Ling Wanqing is at a loss.

The vastness is like Feng Xu's wind, and he doesn't know where it stops. fluttering like a legacy of independence, feathering and ascending to immortals.

So he drank and enjoyed himself, and sang about it. The song said: "Gui Yi Xilan oar, hit the sky and trace the streamer."

Slim and small, looking at the beauty of the sky. "There are people who blow the flute in the hole, and they rely on the song and make peace. Its voice whines, such as resentment, such as crying; The aftermath is lingering and endless.

Dancing the submarine of the ravine, crying the wife of the lonely boat.

Su Zi was stunned, sat down and asked, "Why is it so?" The guest said:

The moon stars are scarce, and the black magpie flies south', isn't this Cao Mengde's poetry? Looking at Xiakou in the west, looking at Wuchang in the east, the mountains and rivers are sympathetic, and the sky is gloomy, this is not Mengde's trapped in Zhou Lang? Fang Qi broke Jingzhou, went down to Jiangling, went down the river to the east, traveled thousands of miles, covered the sky with flags, drank wine near the river, and gave poems to the horizontal lance, and the male of the solid first generation was also, and now he is safe?

In addition, I and my son are fishing on the Jiangzhu, and they are friends with fish and shrimp and elk, driving a flat boat with a leaf, and raising a bottle to belong to each other; Parasitic mayflies in the heavens and the earth, a drop in the sea! Mourn the moments of my life, envy the infinity of the Yangtze River, take the flying immortals to swim, hold the bright moon and end long. I don't know it suddenly, and I will leave it in the sad wind.

Su Zi said: "Ke also knows the water and the moon? The deceased is like this, but he has not tasted the past; Those who are surplus and void are like them, and those who die are not long.

If the cover is viewed from the one who has changed, then heaven and earth have not been able to take a moment; From the perspective of the unchanging, things and I are endless, and what is envy? And between heaven and earth, everything has its own owner, and it is not mine, although I can't take anything. But the breeze on the river, and the bright moon in the mountains, the sound of the ear, the color of the eye, the inexhaustible, is the endless hiding of the Creator, and I am suitable for the Son.

The guest smiled happily. Wash the lamp more carefully. The core of the dish is exhausted, and the cups and plates are in disarray. The phase and the pillow are in the boat, and I don't know the whiteness of the East.

of or Su Shi's.

A little more bold.

Big brother, what grade are you, don't you explain how we write it?

Love and care.

At this moment, standing under the December sky.

We don't feel the cold of winter.

It's not the bitterness of the cold wind.

What we feel is the pulse of enthusiasm.

It is the splendor of the sun.

It is a face full of warmth and love.

For those children who need help.

In order to hold up the sun of tomorrow.

We came from all over the city.

Gather here.

Gather in this sacred temple of knowledge.

Together, the theme of love is interpreted.

If you've ever seen those kids who live in poverty.

What kind of sorrow should you have in the depths of your heart.

Although their bodies are very weak due to malnutrition.

But those clear and bright eyes.

But he is full of an ardent desire to learn.

Full of beautiful reverie for the future.

Such a longing, such a reverie.

This should be the right of every child.

But for them who are still struggling on the poverty line.

Everything seems so heavy.

Because of the harshness of life.

They are about to drop out of school or are already out of school.

In the face of their childish confusion and helplessness.

In the face of their premature exhaustion and silence.

In addition to sadness, in addition to pity.

Is there anything we can do about it?

Children are the flowers of the motherland and the hope of the family.

When the flowers lose their nourishment of moisture.

Lost the light of the sun.

When hope is shrouded in layers of haze.

Drowned in tears.

Should we do something about it?

When we get tired of all kinds of delicious food.

They are still worried about being able to eat three meals a day.

When we open a full wardrobe.

Think about how to dress yourself.

But they had only a thin single garment.

Defend against biting winds.

In a difficult environment.

They hold on to their original dreams.

Can't we do something for them?

Yes! Absolutely!

Our conscience is crying out.

Our blood is boiling.

The power of one person may be insignificant.

But thousands of hearts come together.

can merge into a vast ocean of love.

Load them with a boat of hope for a better tomorrow.

Come on! Let's stand under the December sky.

Feel the pulse of passion together.

Feel the splendor of the sun.

Let's reach out.

Make a common wish.

In order to ensure that the poor children do not lose their last hope.

Let's all do our part.

Give our love, give our care.

31 degrees north latitude, east longitude. Wenchuan. A place name that is unfamiliar to the whole country has broken into our field of vision.

May 12 was an ordinary day. Children are sitting at their desks, shop owners are taking customers, taxi drivers are driving vehicles, and ...... are working, farming, discussing, and planning meetingsEverything is so normal. 14:28.

A sudden earthquake shook the mountains, collapsed Wenchuan, Sichuan, and shook half of Asia. At this moment, the landslide collapsed, and the river whimpered. At this moment, the country is martyred.

In the face of the disaster, the world heard the voice of a nation: "No difficulty can defeat the heroic Chinese people!" In the face of disaster, it has inspired us and the whole world to love like never before, the beauty of humanity, and the country and the city.

Countless people donated blood and organized disaster relief activities, countless volunteers spontaneously rushed to the scene to help, donations to help the old and the young, blood donations with sleeves, the shock of the national flag falling for civilians, the vigil of candles burning for the deceased, the mirror image of teachers and students hugging each other, and the prime minister of a country when he inspected the disaster, a stretcher happened to come over, and the prime minister stood on the side of the road to let life ......go firstThe softest side of human nature has been touched, in the millennium debate of sexual good and evil, the self-confidence of the Chinese people is related to the group, the indispensable centripetal force of the nation-state has been condensed in an instant, the whole world has regained the solemnity of love, and the calamity that has come has frozen so many nobles, solidified so many sacred, and detonated so many touches.

Destiny and challenges.

I used to wander in the storm, I used to stand on the crest of the waves and ponder, I used to cry out to poverty and backwardness.

I finally stand in the long river of history and today, and I want to vow: to challenge the god of fate!

Don't buy and complain about the poor and backward soil that our parents have given us; Don't complain, the vicissitudes of the world have destroyed our thin backbone.

I will never pray to God to give me a fertile and civilized home and let me die in peace.

Since it is fate, I want to challenge fate, I want to be a rebel against God!

How many times have I been adrift in the wind and rain, wandering and searching have made me understand the value of life; How many times have I been thinking on the crest of the waves, and my thoughts and dreams have made me look at the beacon.

At the starting point of poverty and backwardness, I will sail along the rivers of history and today.

Bread in **? Ahh

The bread will be there, everything will be there! ”

In the battle against the challenge of fate, my eternal belief: that is my strength!

November 1992).

Sunrise over the sea.

How many heroes have been sincerely admired.

Sunset over the sea.

How many poets have been provoked with tender nostalgia.

How many songs are sung on the cliffs.

Also by the sea breeze day and night.

Murmuring day and night.

How many lines of footprints left on the beach.

How many times have the sails been raised to the horizon.

are all kept secret by the waves.

Buried in secret.

There have been curses, there have been sorrows.

There have been praises, there have been glory.

The sea – a life in flux.

Life – a raging ocean.

Where is the hole dug in childhood?

**There are traces of first love side by side.

Oh, the sea. Even if it's your waves.

It can erase memories.

There are also some shells.

Sprinkle on the hillside.

Like the stars of a summer night.

Maybe the whirlpool blinked dangerously.

Maybe the storm opens its mouth of greed.

Oh, life. Of course you have been broken.

Countless dreams of purity.

There are also some brave people.

Like in a storm.

Swift petrels.

The evening coast is as calm as the night.

The mountain rocks of the cold night are as severe as death.

From the coast of the mountain rocks.

How lonely my shadow.

From dusk to nightfall.

How proud of my heart.

The element of freedom" heh.

Let you feign a roar.

Let you be hypocritically calm.

Let you take everything from the past.

Everything in the past——

this world. There is the pain of sinking.

There is also the joy of awakening.