Poetry recitation for the first year of junior high school competition 3 5 minutes, 2 4 people

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 riverside.

It 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 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.

Farewell to Cambridge is a beautiful lyric poem, like an elegant and beautiful light **. In the autumn of 1928, the author visited England again, revisited the old place, and became poetic, turning his life experience into wisps of affection, which were integrated into the beautiful scenery of Kangqiao and galloped in the poet's imagination.

A letter from a father to his son.

My Son: That day, when you saw that I was getting old and my body was failing, please be patient and try to understand me.

If I eat dirty, and I don't even know how to put on clothes, be patient......Do you remember how much time I spent teaching you these things?

When I repeat over and over again, saying the same thing, don't interrupt me, listen to me ......When you were a child, I had to read the same story over and over again until you fell asleep ......When I don't want to take a bath, don't humiliate me, and don't scold me for ......You remember how many reasons I made up when I was a kid just to coax you to take a shower ......When you see me and don't know anything about new technology, give me a moment and don't laugh at my ......How many things have I taught you......Teach you how to eat well, dress well, and how to face the ...... of your life

If, during a conversation, I suddenly lose my memory and don't know what to say, give me a moment to think about ......If I still can't do anything, don't stress ......

For me, it's not about talking, it's about being able to ...... with youWhen my legs don't obey the call, help me up, just like I helped you and took the first step in your life ......When one day, I'll tell you I don't want to live anymore......

Oh, don't be offended.

Someday you will understand ......

Know me, I am in the last years, and the days to come can be counted.

One day you will find that even though I have many faults, I always do my best to give you the best ......When I approach you, don't feel sentimental, angry, or complaining about ......You have to be close to me, just as I was helping you in your life, to understand me and help me ......Give me a hand and help me through the ...... of life with love and patience

I will repay your ...... with a smile and my unchanging love

I love you, my child.

I'm also in the first year of junior high school, maybe it's a speech contest, "Seven Laws of the Long March" is the best! The Red Army is not afraid of expeditionary difficulties, thousands of rivers and thousands of mountains are just waiting for leisure, the five mountains are soaring and the waves are thin, the Wumeng is majestic and walks the mud pills, the Jinsha water beats the clouds and the cliffs are warm, the Dadu Bridge is cold across the iron cable, and the Minshan Mountains are more happy with snow, and the three armies are full of joy after the three armies.

"Wildflowers on the Hillside".

Wildflowers bloom, this mountain full of flowers.

Like spring lips.

Towards the sky. A teenager sings a song.

Who can hear the muffled lyrics?

Wildflowers on the hillside, this small, broken color.

Like a fragment of time.

Flowing out of the cracks of spring, this heartbreaking beauty.

It's even a little remote.

Wildflowers in the sun, wildflowers in the rain.

On this high mountain.

Fend for yourself, no complaints and no regrets.

Who saw the sight.

If he has nothing to comfort in his roaming.

If he is getting lighter and lighter in pain.

Who can not be ashamed of the wildflowers on this hillside?

The wind is blowing. The wind is intertwined.

The sound of the sun. Who is not whipped by the whip of all things?

He who is gone will pass away forever.

And I still have to continue to travel on the earth.

Who knows the secret of wildflowers.

When they are going to disappear soon.

How can I not burst into tears?

40s of the 20th century.

o Wang Zuoliang he Paris dockside Christmas 1948

o Chen Jingrong Zhu and the Pearl Seeker Departure Title: Luo Dan's "Spring" o Du Yunxie, Narcissus, Mountain Autumn

o Mu Dan Chorus Chapter 2 Another Title Chorus Chapter 2 The Charm of the Forest Funeral Song o Luo Jiyi **'s Lyric Poem January 1 Preface o Zheng Min Fantasia Loneliness Mature Loneliness o Tang Qi Nomad Female Prison Time and Flag o Yuan Kejia Shen Zhong Approaching You Winter Night

o Niu Han, the birth of the eagle, the sweat and blood horse, the South China tiger

o Tu'an, paper boat, city tower inscription, reflection in the tide bay

50s of the 20th century.

o Zhou Mengdie, Getaway, Under the Bodhi Tree, The Dervish, o Sheep Lingye, Cicada, Qiuxing, Untitled Twelve Lines

o Fang Si Cactus Night Song Harp and Flute (excerpt) o In the afterglow Chicago White Jade Bitter Melon Qin Warriors o Love Beyond the Smoke Heavy Snow in Hunan The Change of the Boulder o Rohmon Fort McKinley The bottom stream of the ninth day Watching the sea o Rongzi A green lotus Morning Love Song Summer, in the rain o Strings Mountain God Abyss To the surrealists

o Changyao Flower Passion It's Summer Morning and Twilight (5 songs) o Lin Ling Qianmo After the end of the day, the boat is not tied.

Kiss! Modern rhyme poems, original works, catchy to read, more suitable for speeches, don't forget to adopt if you like.

The Prosperity of Love" You say that you are a flower floating in the world.

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.

Li Baijun did not see the water of the Yellow River coming up from the sky, and rushed to the sea and did not return.

You don't see the sad white hair of Gao Tang Mingjing, and the morning is like green silk turning into snow at dusk.

Life must be happy, don't make the gold bottle empty to the moon.

I am born to be useful, and my daughter will come back when I am gone.

Cooking sheep and slaughtering cattle for pleasure will require 300 cups of drink.

Master Cen, Dan Qiusheng, will enter the wine, and the cup will not stop.

A song with you, please listen to it for me.

The bells and drums are so expensive, I hope that I will not wake up after being drunk.

The ancient sages were all lonely, and only the drinker left his name.

In the past, King Chen feasted peacefully, and fought wine for ten thousand years.

What is the owner's words, he has to sell the right gentleman.

Five-flowered horses, daughters and daughters, Hu'er will exchange for fine wine, and sell eternal sorrow with you.

Lanting Collection Preface (Jin) Wang Xizhi.

In the ninth year of Yonghe, the age is ugly, and at the beginning of the twilight spring, he will be in the Lanting of Huiji Shanyin, and he will repair things.

The sages are complete, and the young are salty.

There are lofty mountains and mountains here, lush forests and bamboos;

There is also a clear stream turbulent, reflecting the left and right, leading to the flow of the winding water, and the column sits second.

Although there is no silk bamboo orchestra, a song is enough to tell the romance.

It's a day, the sky is clear, the wind is smooth, looking up at the universe, looking down on the prosperity of the category, so the eyes are full of joy, enough to be extremely audio-visual entertainment, and the letter is also cola.

The lady is with each other, and looks up to the first life, or takes the embrace, and talks in a room;

Or because of the entrustment, outside the wandering wreckage.

Although the choice is different, the restlessness is different, when it is happy with what it encounters, it is temporarily obtained by itself, happy and self-sufficient, and does not know that old age is coming.

and what they are tired, their feelings change with things, and their feelings are related.

I like it, and between the pitches, it has become a vestige, and I can't help but be happy with it.

The situation is shortened and followed, and the end is at the end.

The ancients said: Death and life are also important. ”

Isn't it painful! Every time you look at the reasons for the interest of the people in the past, if you are united, you will not be able to mourn in the text, and you can't say it.

It is known that death and life are illusory, and Qi Peng's death is vain.

The future looks at the present, and the present looks at the past.

Sad husband! Therefore, the people of the time are listed, and the description is recorded, although the world is different, so it is happy, and it is also one.

Those who read it later will also be touched by Sven.

Eight voices of Ganzhou sprinkled the river sky on the twilight rain of Xiaoxiao, and washed the autumn. The gradual frost and wind are tight, the Guan River is cold, and the afterglow is the building. It is a place where the red decay and green are reduced, and the things are resting.

Only the water of the Yangtze River flows eastward without a word. I can't bear to climb high and far, look at my hometown, and it's hard to return. Sigh the traces of the years, what is the bitter drowning.

I want to be a beautiful woman, look at the makeup building, miss a few times, and return to the sky. Fight for me, leaning on the railing, is sorrowful! [1]