Looking for a poem to read aloud at a school recitation contest Hurry, Hurry, Hurry, Hurry, Hurry, T

Teacher. Teachers are like singers, letting the fountain of knowledge tinkle.

The teacher is like an actor, attracting our hungry eyes.

Teachers are like gardeners, working hard to cultivate the flowers of the motherland.

The teacher is like a bridge, connecting us to the mountains that are cut off.

The teacher is like a stone staircase, let us climb up step by step.

The teacher is like a spring drizzle, allowing us to suck the nectar and grow up.

Teachers are like beacons, illuminating our way forward.

Teachers are like the sun, giving us the sunshine of ideals and wisdom!

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This poem is written by myself, it may not be good, I hope you don't mind

This one is more appropriate.

Farewell Kangqiao" Xu Zhimo.

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.

November 6 off the coast of China.

Farewell Kangqiao" Xu Zhimo.

Gently I went As I came softly I beckoned softly Be the clouds of the western sky The golden willow on the bank of the river is the bride in the sunset The bright shadow in the waves rippling in my heart The green wattles on the soft mud The oily swagger under the water In the soft waves of the Cam River I am willing to be a water weed.

A pool under the shade of the elm It's not a clear spring It's a rainbow in the sky Crumpled among the floating algae Precipitating a rainbow-like dream Dreaming Hold a long artemisia Wander to the greener grass Loaded with a boatload of starlight Sing in the starlight But I can't play a song Quietly is the parting Sheng Xiao The summer insect is also silent for me Silence is tonight's Kangqiao.

Quietly I went as quietly as I came quietly I waved my sleeve without taking a cloud with me.

I am proud that I am Chinese.

A flowering tree (Xi Murong).

How do I let you meet me In my most beautiful moment For this I have been in front of the Buddha for five hundred years Ask the Buddha to let us tie up a relationship The Buddha turned me into a tree Growing beside the road you must pass Flowers bloom carefully in the sun Flowers are the hopes of my past life When you approach Please listen carefully The trembling leaves are the enthusiasm I am waiting for And when you finally walk by in defiance Fallen behind you Friend, that's not petals, that's my withered heart.

Out of winter and looking forward to spring.

I'm walking in the spring of this year.

The heart was forgotten in the winter of last year.

The apricot blossoms are beginning to fall.

I miss the oil-paper umbrella that I held up for you.

The catkins are breezy in the face.

An unforgettable confetti kite that was released by mistake.

At the beginning, we enjoyed the peach blossoms.

Now the solitary sigh is scattered.

Why the chant in the sound of the silver flute?

I always touched you, but I was saddened by me.

Since you are cruel to your departure.

Don't wait for your return.

Ancient bells.

I can know the dream that woke me up.

Hurry the Ganjiang River.

Can you remember the figure of me wandering alone.

A heart is frozen by the winter cold.

A piece of sorrow sprouts in the spring warmth.

You're gone, it's freezing and all your thoughts are gone.

I look forward to the red flowers and green grass full of spring.

"Campus Road" Wang Guozhen, the background ** uses "Adelina by the Water", or uses a song with a campus flavor.

Let's look at the sea in June", the background can be Bandari's "April Spring", because the content of the poem is more positive, **use a lighter one.

Riding the Wings of Singing", and then the background ** uses "Riding the Wings of Singing".

Otherwise, it's better to memorize "Facing the Sea, Spring Blossoms". The background ** can be "The Rain" by Jean Hisaishi, or other calmer and more beautiful songs.

I suggest reciting Dai Wangshu's "I Use a Broken Palm".

The poem is emotionally rich, explosive, and easy to express.

Back Zhu Ziqing's hurry.

Background** with a symphony or something, melodious.