Recitation competition, what is good for girls to read

Read Zhu Ziqing's "Moonlight on the Lotus Pond" that classic passage is OK.

Points!! You can also recite the poem "Farewell to Cambridge".

The recitation of female soldiers should have a special flavor, if it is a weak girl, recite Zhu Ziqing's "Spring".

This Bing Xin's prose is good, recommend it.

The sound of laughter and rain gradually stopped, and the clear light faintly penetrated from behind the curtains. Push open the window and take a look! The cool clouds dispersed, and the remnants of the leaves reflected the moon, like a thousand points of fluorescent light, flickering and moving. - I really didn't expect that after the bitter rain and lonely lamp, there would be such a beautiful picture!

I stood by the window for a while, and felt a slight coldness. When I turned around, I was suddenly dazzled, and everything else in the room was hidden in the clouds; A gloomy glow, soaked only in the painting on the wall. - Angel in white, holding flowers, raising her wings, smiled at me.

This smile seemed to have been seen somewhere, when I ......”

I sat under the window and thought ,—— silently.

The closed curtain of my heart slowly opened, and an impression from five years ago poured out.

A very long trail. The mud under the donkey's feet is slippery. The water in the ditch was gurgling.

The green trees in the nearby village are all enveloped in wet smoke. A bow-like crescent moon hangs in the treetops. As he walked, there seemed to be a child on the side of the road, holding a bunch of bright white things.

The donkey passed by and inadvertently looked back. - He was holding the flowers, barefoot, and smiling at me.

It's like I've seen it somewhere! "I still want to—silently. A central curtain appeared, and it slowly opened, gushing out of an impression from ten years ago.

The rain under the thatched eaves fell on the clothes drop by drop. The water bubbles on the edge of the dirt steps are swirling around. The wheat and grape trellises in front of the door are very bright and fresh.

After a while, it was easy to clear up, and I hurriedly walked downhill. When I saw Yue'er coming from the sea, I suddenly remembered that I had forgotten something, stood still, and turned around. The old woman in the hut—she leaned against the door, hugged the flowers, and smiled at me.

This same subtle expression, like a gossamer, fluttered together.

At this time, the heart is bright and quiet, like ascending to the fairy world, like returning to the hometown. The three smiles that appeared in front of me melted into the harmony of love for a while, and they couldn't be seen clearly.

In the afterglow, listen to the poetic feeling of the cold rain, and other works are also good.