Urgent recitation form of thanking the leadership for aspects within three minutes

Children, you are all a happy generation.

Live in a deep love every day.

Mom and Dad used to say this to me.

Kids, you're all the lucky generation.

Live in the warm sunshine every day.

My teacher said the same thing to me.

Students, you are all a happy generation.

Carefree and free every day.

Ideal wings.

Soar in the ocean of knowledge.

I want to say to my grandparents:

Gave everything to us.

And on your head, there is gray hair.

I want to say to mom and dad;

Everything was created for us.

Your forehead, on the other hand, is full of wrinkles.

I would like to say to the teacher:

How much effort has been put into us.

And your young figure is engraved on the blackboard, in your homework, in your books.

At this moment, I want to be a bouquet of fragrant flowers.

Open in front of the grandparents' windows.

Let the smile stay on your face forever.

At this moment, I want to turn into a tireless cool breeze.

Cool off mom and dad.

No more sweating.

At this moment, I want to turn it into a cup of tea.

Let the teacher's voice always be mellow and no longer hoarse.

At this moment, I want to be clung to your arms.

I love my motherland deeply, the beating heart beats the pulse of five thousand years, I love my motherland deeply, the surging blood rushes the waves of the Yangtze River and the Yellow River, I love my motherland deeply, the yellow ** is printed with the color left by the ancestors, I love my motherland deeply, the black eyes reveal a humble smile, I love my motherland deeply, the strong character stands up to the spirit of Mount Tai, I love my motherland deeply, and the vast sea is full of all my sustenance.

My motherland, lovely China, you have created a glorious history, and you have raised a great nation.

I don't know you for a long time, thousands of years of wind blowing don't break your straight back, I don't have your strength, resist internal and external troubles through the years.

I have no light for you, and the Chinese nation has firmly grasped its destiny.

I have no spirit of yours, and the reform is courageous and the opening up is magnificent.

Lovely motherland, no matter where I go, I will hold the arm of your strength, no matter where I am, you will warm my heart.

Lovely motherland.

You hold the rudder of the new century, you use speed, you use strength, to create a miracle that shocks the world.

With hard work, you use wisdom to carry out another more brilliant development.

O Motherland, Motherland, you are always full of hope.

Motherland, motherland, you are always vigorous You are a prophecy.

Set off a spring tide of reform and opening up.

A story to report to the world.

The scenery is unique here.

Recitation: Praise to the motherland.

In the east of the world, there is an ancient country, beautiful and vast, and in the east of the world, there is a great nation, industrious and strong;

The surging Yellow River is her bloodline, and the towering Mount Tai is her backbone, this is our motherland - China!

In 1949, a great man waved his giant arm and made a proclamation, dispelling the haze of 5,000 years in China;

In 1978, a giant judged the situation with superhuman courage and opened the dusty country to the world!

In 1997, she ushered in the fragrance of bauhinia, and in 1999, she added the fragrance of water lotus!

After the wind and rain of the century, the Great Wall is like a dragon shuttling in the clouds, crossing the long river of years, and Mount Everest stands proudly on the highest slope in the world like an eagle.

Our republic has never been as powerful as it is today, Don't Kangqiao Xu Zhimo gently I left, just as I came gently; Cambridge.

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, and the bright 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 in the sky;

Crumpled 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, silence is Kangqiao tonight!

Quietly I went, as quietly I came;

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

1 I feel that the spring water of the ice heart is good, or the Yellow River Song.

[Motherland, my dear motherland] Shu Ting can't pass it on, give you the address.

That's everything too (Shu Ting).

Not all big trees.

They are all broken by the storm, and not all seeds can find the soil 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 only burn themselves.

without illuminating others;

Not all stars indicate only the night.

without reporting the dawn;

Not all singing voices pass by the 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.

They can all be stepped on under their feet and rot 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.

: "We Go Forward".

The clouds are in the sky, the bags are in front of you, and another road to the sun is boundless and borderless.

The road is green and grassy, and there is youth as a companion;

The yellow sand is rolling in the distance, connected with maturity.

We walked and sacrificed the altar of our hearts with our lives.

Even if we are injured, we will not let the tears cover our faces, wipe away the tears, and we will regain the smile of March.

Even if we get lost, we don't engrave our sorrow on our foreheads, the stars will always rise, and we will always know which side is north and which side is south.

We walked, day after day, listening to the wind passing the news of the rain, listening to the rain beating on the drum surface of the lake, and the cable of those years will eventually become the lightning that we throw into the air.

We walked, year after year, watching the silence of ice and snow in winter and loud in spring, watching spring melt ice and snow into the words of the earth, and the colors of the season will eventually be splashed into a colorful picture scroll by us.

We live every day ordinary and extraordinary, and let the flying thoughts gently curl the violets in the breeze.

Our eyes were dark and bright, and our pupils flickered with the enchanting glow of the morning and sunset.

The footprints we have walked will be weathered into a legend, a style, and a motto.

Life is not simple, and we move forward.