At the school art festival, I newspaper has a poetry recital

A: There is a sentence that is said to be a curse, B: There is a sentence that can light a fire, C: Don't look at the five thousand years without saying it, D: Can you guess the silence of the volcano?

B: Maybe it was a sudden obsession, Ding: Suddenly there was a thunderbolt in the blue sky.

A: Boom:

Qi: "Our China! ”

C: What do you want me to say today?

B: You don't believe that the iron tree can bloom, A: Then there is a sentence that you listen to

C: Waiting for the volcano to be silent;

D: Don't tremble, stick out your tongue, pause your feet, B: Wait until there is a thunderbolt in the blue sky.

A: Boom:

Qi: "Our China! ”

Please give me a point!

Original] strong nostalgia and strong love.

A small mountain village on the black earth.

It embodies a strong sense of affection and love.

There's black dirt there.

Clusters of mountain flowers.

Crystal dewdrops.

Clear streams.

Every time the spring flowers bloom.

Lovers go to the hillside to fall in love.

Couples linger under the shade of the willows.

There is natural beauty here.

There is harmony of love here.

Those who are unknown.

In the fields, in the rivers.

Those who are unknown.

Villages, beside small trees.

All have a fascinating story.

There are beautiful and moving legends.

The mountain road we used to walk.

The trails we've ever treaded.

are infiltrated with a strong sense of nostalgia.

and endless love.

The love is deepest here.

Love is sweetest here.

Where soybean sorghum grows.

A place that exudes a strong black earth smell.

This is where I come from.

God-given black earth.

"The Prosperity of Love".

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.

Enjoy the spring sunshine" The sunny day in March is a little cool.

When the swallow flies, the wind spins and does not give a direction.

The paper kite soars, hiding the desire to bathe in the blue sky before the line breaks.

The green water is rippling, wanting to restore the natural appearance of the past.

The grass was green and green, too far-fetched.

The early spring is as unstoppable as a girl, opening up the spring light of the south of the Yangtze River.

The willows dance lightly, what a chic leader.

Wanfang Turui, who can beat the fragrance of magnolia.

Lonely and lonely, Little Stone only wants to listen to the sound of flowing water under the broken bridge.

The vision set sail, and Huang Li bravely stood on the branches and wanted not to sing lightly.

Zigui's bloody sorrow shocked the audience.

Discussions, friends cherish time, please don't do this.

Boating on the lake, anglers sit back and wait for the fish to be fooled.

The scenery in the painting, the sketcher tried to collect the beautiful scenery of the south of the Yangtze River.

Walking in a hurry, missing the time is used to enjoying it in the picture in the future.

There are two people, and the promenade on the dam is lonely and long.

In the spring season, the heart that was throbbing at the beginning has long since subsided with madness.

Don't come unharmed, under the beautiful scenery, I think of the beauty that I appreciated and appreciated.

"Rain Copying Alley":

Holding an oil-paper umbrella, alone.

It's long, long.

And lonely rain alley, I hope to meet.

A clove like that.

A girl with a grudge.

She has the color of cloves, the fragrance of lilacs, the sorrow of lilacs, and she complains in the rain, complains and hesitates;

She wandered in this lonely rainy alley, holding an oil-paper umbrella.

Like me, like me.

Walking silently, indifferent, desolate, and melancholy.

She silently approached, approached, and threw again.

Tai Xi general vision.

She floated by like a dream, like a dream, as miserable and confused as a dream.

It's like floating in a dream.

A lilac field, and this girl floated beside me;

She silently walked away, far away, to the crumbling hedge, and walked through the rainy alley.

In the lamentation of the rain, her color was dissipated, her fragrance was dissipated, even hers.

The eyes of the breath, the melancholy of the lilacs.

Holding an oil-paper umbrella, alone.

It's long, long.

Another lonely rainy alley, I hope to float through.

A clove like that.

A girl with a grudge.

A lighter ** can be soothing.

(1) New Year's Day is like a beautiful thing.

Look at New Year's Day as soon as it comes.

on our faces.

I have the brightest smile.

We put on new clothes.

How spirited it looks.

New Year's Day is like a special holiday.

Look at the parents who are thrifty.

I've bought you lots of delicious snacks.

There are also many fun toys.

I've bought them all for you.

It amazes you.

At the same time, it also makes you feel the warmth of family.

Ah, New Year's Day is beautiful.

Also happy.

2) Ahh Another year has passed, and a new one is about to begin.

Time flies, and the happy times seem to have passed yesterday, flickering and flickering.

The new year is a new year full of laughter, perhaps, New Year's Day is spring, the spring girl smells the wind and moves, bringing a gentle drizzle to welcome the New Year, perhaps, New Year's Day is winter, the winter girl is ready to move, the next silver-white snow, add a beautiful picture to the New Year.

2010 is coming to an end, 2011 is coming, let's lay a good foundation for the new year!

c) New Year's hymns.

When the New Year's bell rings again.

Ant? Tonight's gods.

and all will be gathered together in the Twelve Halls.

The discordant Mount Oripis.

Resonate in the same movement.

Rows of harp strings.

There will be hymns flowing.

Even the proud Aphrodite.

I am also willing to give a passionate reward to the muse.

And Poseidon will leave his oceans.

Make the hardest working fishermen.

Take a break from the paddles, too.

All merchants forget about profits.

Follow the wings of Hermes.

Fly freely in the realm of innocence.

Athena will remove her armor.

also looks like a delicate daughter.

In a silvery spring.

Artemis would also lay down his bow and arrows.

Bathe to your heart's content. Tolerant of Acteon's heart.

And so the silence was long in the bells.

Odysseus of the trek.

Look at the starry sky and be serene on deck.

Then the flames of war will die out.

The Trojan of Natroy.

Lonely and forgotten on the broken walls.

Achilles and Hector.

Will forget the duel to the death.

Leaning side by side.

Applaud the beautiful song of the god of poetry.

Apollo gives light to all.

Even Homer can escape the darkness.

Go and enjoy that moment of beautiful starlight.

In the New Year's bells.

Demeter: But you must not fall asleep.

Listen to the sorrow of abundance.

Let this world be free of famine.

In the New Year's bells.

The wine of Dionysus is indispensable.

Let Hercules be generously drunk.

Then go and drive back the cattle and sheep of Grimion.

When tonight's stars disappear on the sea.

I believe in the Olympus of tomorrow.

The dawn of a smile will be revealed.

The Golden Fleece of Aetes.

It will surely guide Iasong to the top of the mountain.

And Prometheus with an iron hoop.

It will also be liberated in the most complete way.

I still believe. The golden apple ultimately brings good luck.

And Helen will never be the most unlucky bride.

Let the hymns be sung for all.

Listen to the ringing bells of this New Year.

God and man share.

After parting, memories meet, and several soul dreams are with you.

Wuling Gate outside the boat send-off, thousands of feelings flow after the water. Where is the moon shining tonight? The end of the world looks back with sadness.

There is a confidant in the sea, and the end of the world is like a neighbor.

The years are not cold, and the pines and cypresses are unknown; It's not difficult, and you can't know the gentleman.

I live at the head of the Yangtze River, and you live at the end of the Yangtze River. Every day, I don't see you, and I drink the water of the Yangtze River.

It is recommended that you use Su Shi's water to tune the song head, and the New Year's Day recitation is good.

The poem is very much in line with the festival reading. As for the soundtrack, ask for the opinion of your ** teacher.

Believe in the future. 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.