Poetry recitation for middle school students, inspirational poetry recitation for middle school stud

Tonight, only China has a moon.

Only China has such a big, so bright, and such a round moon.

Such a heavy moon is the soul of the Chinese hanging in the sky.

Yes! Mid-autumn festival.

Only the Chinese are looking at the moon.

Tonight, the most public pain in China, after the July fire of the night of sighing, my mother gave us clothes, and gave us thirty-five clothes and crickets, which will go under my bed again.

But the ancient teary eyes are still so round.

Look through history, look through the years-

The moon, the moon, shines on modern China from ancient times.

Tonight, China is the most emotional.

Use expectations to fill the distance between the two sides of the strait.

At the same time push open the window.

On the shore here, on the shore on the other side.

Concentrate one-fifth of the eyes of mankind and look at the moon together.

Each face is half cloudy and half eye-catching.

The broken moon is in the water, and the full moon is in the sky.

Write deep feelings on the shallow beach.

Even if it is washed away by the water, it is still necessary to write it down, year after year.

If you can't fly your eyes, you will meet on the surface of the moon.

The sound can't fly, so go to the sea to clink glasses.

That bottle of wine that hasn't been opened for thirty-five years.

It is still the taste of osmanthus stuffed, or the color of chrysanthemum dyeing.

The most sober drunk, drinking 5,000 years of history.

I still remember the tears of the recruits, and I still remember the Qiang flute under the beacon tower.

China's pass, although it is not the pass of the Han Dynasty.

There are airplanes in the sky, ships on the water, and trains underground.

The moon of China is still the month of the Qin period.

It was still Li Bai who raised his glass to invite, and Su Shi asked the wine to the sky.

I still remember the Yangguan Ancient Road, the willows climb and fold, the pleasure of the original, the remnant sun is like blood, I still remember the south of the Yangtze River and the green banks, and I woke up in a dream and said goodbye to Qin'e.

China's moon, is it forever like this to say goodbye to hatred?

This is the incompleteness of Kyushu, and the sound of meditation is choked.

They met temporarily on the moon, and there was no sea on the moon.

There is also a Chinese face who does not want to float to the mirror to look at each other.

There is Yangmingshan over there, and Dongyue on this side.

There is Sun Moon Lake over there, and Yunmeng Guze here.

You can't sawn the moon in half, complaining about this ancestral festival.

If you want to complain, you will complain about the nostalgia that makes people frequently add gray hair.

Complaining about this too much lingering nostalgia, nostalgia, and nostalgia.

Complain about the dragon, the phoenix, the Great Wall, and the Yellow River.

complains about the constant love of fathers, sons, mothers and daughters, husbands and wives, brothers and sisters.

Only the closest and dearest person is the most resentful.

Only China, dreaming a lot tonight.

The name of the moon is lost, and the bright moon is no longer called the bright moon.

It is called reunion and reunification in China.

Tonight, China opened all the windows

Yes! Mid-autumn festival.

Sichuan 08 college entrance examination full score poetry composition.

Wuzi year, the eighth day of the fourth month. The river is quiet, and the birds are singing. A merciless natural disaster struck, and the whole country wept.

In the face of disaster, we choose to be strong; In grief, we choose to be strong. Wenchuan is strong, Sichuan is strong, China is strong! Because we are strong, we are not afraid of disasters; Because we are strong, we will have a better tomorrow!

Wenshui flows east and west, and it is difficult for the gods to change.

The sons and daughters of Sichuan and Shu have suffered a lot, and a deserted city is in sight.

Reflecting the scenery of Tangshan in those years, it is full of ruins and broken walls.

After the catastrophe of beautiful rivers and mountains, yesterday and today are different.

The capital is good in 08 years, why is the disaster imminent.

The scenery is picturesque and beautiful, but the sky is naturally jealous.

The northern kingdom has just been hit by ice, and Tianfu has been razed to the ground.

The river is quiet, and the birds are singing, and Qi Wai is full of devastation.

Jiangtian became gloomy in May, full of grief and gray.

The oily green wheat fields are unharvested, and thousands of people live at the corners of the road.

I don't flick my tears in my life, but now I hear these tears like mud.

If Wu Hou Zhuge knows, he can't look at it and hide his tears.

Peng Zu's life has been extended for 800 years, and it can be seen that human life is only a moment.

The state, county, and county Huaxia soil, brick by brick is like gold and jade.

It is not a pity that the gold and jade are scattered, how can the gold and jade be more auspicious than everything.

The flowers wither and bloom in the coming year, and the scenery will be more beautiful in the coming year.

The Maonian boy is strong, and he can listen to the Qiang flute with his hands.

Ignore the people's illnesses and sufferings, and blood and sweat flow together.

The small strength is insignificant, and the miracle gathers in all directions because of love.

The bamboo silk orchestra is a gentleman's song, respectable, praised, and singing.

Lying on the salary with sorrow to build a home, Shu Mountain is green and Shu water is blue.

Whoever is the heir of the dragon can win, and he has the power to support the sky with one hand.

The love of the Han and Qiang families is boundless, and my teeth and your lips will always depend on each other.

The prosperous years are reincarnated, and the red glow is a rooster crowing in the air.

In front of the hall with several red candles, I poured my heart into silent prayer and mourning.

The fate of the white cloud and the dog is unpredictable, and the living forge ahead and the dead rest.

The history is engraved on May 12, and it will always be remembered that thousands of people died in this dynasty.

How strong the sons and daughters of Sichuan and Shu are, they still regard disasters as ants.

Stand on top of a high mountain and look into the distance. I saw that the mountains and rivers were sad, and I was sad.

Stand on top of a high mountain and look into the distance. It also looks at the unity of all the people and their unyielding backbones.

Standing on the high mountain, looking forward to the sorrow of the rise. No matter how difficult it is to prosper the country, China is strong!

Don't say goodbye to Kangqiao, our last class won the award by relying on this.

I smiled and walked towards life.

I smile and walk towards life, no matter how life returns me.

Repay me to be flat?

I am a small river that flows with joy.

Repay me for being rugged?

I am a mountain and think solemnly!

Do you want me to be happy?

I'm a swallow flying in the air.

Repay me for my misfortune?

I am a strong bamboo, which can withstand a thousand blows!

Life can't live without laughter, and how lonely the world would be without laughter.

Nothing can change my love for life, and I smile towards the fiery life!

It's everything, too.

Not all big trees.

are all broken by the storm, and not all kinds of teasing and seeding cannot find the soil to take root;

It's not all true.

All the voices are shouted in the desert of people's 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, but also fight for it, please put it all on yours'on the shoulder.

Leapfrogging yourself. We can deceive others.

But they can't deceive themselves.

As we head towards leafy May.

Youth is no longer a mystery.

The way up. The total Wuye is bumpy and rugged.

To keep the original romance forever.

It's not easy.

Someone is sad. Someone rejoices.

When we crossed a high mountain.

It also crossed over a real self.