I urgently need a beautiful and sad composition suitable for high school students' recitation competition. Preferably within 4-8 minutes. Thank you.

This song is most suitable for Mongolian long tune, sad and affectionate. I'll write down some difficult words for you. The reading time is 4 minutes and 50 seconds, and the music can be Ma Touqin's Prairie or Red Rock.

Mongolian long tune

Author: Xiao Han

The first time I heard a long tune, it caused a shock to Jiuge. Ma Touqin's rich and deep timbre records the vastness of history. With a crying trill, we know that Mongolian blood belongs to the mighty river running on the plateau; The soul of the Mongolian nation belongs to this kind of ecstasy. The roughness and boldness of the Mongols recorded the bravery and tenacity of the people on horseback ...//

Words can't cut off blood. A long-lost son can always recognize his mother at a glance. Without long loneliness, there would be no such singing. Without vicissitudes, how can there be such a crying song? //

The first time I heard your call, I bowed my head and wept silently. Besides, "Ejina Banner", my heart ached. I fell to my knees in Hu Shuobai's tune, and my soul was torn apart by this huge wave. //

How many years have passed, and I can't hear it anymore. Hongyan lined up to go too far to Li ao; For many years, I haven't seen a healthy figure of a group of horses (Pioào). Are larks still singing in the distant Horqin grassland? Are you speechless by this cold wind? Where do you want (zhào) to take me with this long tune drifting in the wind? I am the second hometown of Huangsha. Without Aobao, my feet can't walk out of this wasteland. Without the eagle, who will guide this empty sky? //

A Mongolian folk song broke my heart. At the moment, I am like a helpless child, with tears streaming down my face. I, a lamb who can't find a home, have only one dream. I am drunk in your paradise-I dream that the plateau rivers are rushing, the earth is lush again, the grassland flowers are in full bloom, birds are flying and singing, and Ma Benteng is rushing. I dreamed that the old Eji bowed down in the yurt and called devoutly, when will it be possible for children who have traveled far away to return to your hometown? //

If I am really drunk for a long time and can't wake up, then I will bleed my blood into the dry river bed; Turn my body into a sacrificial stone on Aobao. Listen to that, faint ancient tears and blood strings sing.