Eclipse Finger
When the cobwebs mercilessly censored my hearth
When the lingering smoke of ashes sighed with the sadness of poverty
I still stubbornly paved over the ashes of disappointment
Writing with beautiful snowflakes: believe in the future
When my purple grapes turned into late autumn dew
When My flowers are nestled in someone else's bosom
I still stubbornly write with frosty vines
on the bleak earth: Believe in the future
I will use my fingers, the rows of waves surging to the sky
I will use my palms, the sea that holds the sun
to sway the dawn of a warm and beautiful pencil
with a child's penmanship, I will write: Believe in the future
The reason why I firmly believe in the future
is that I believe in the eyes of the future people
She has the eyelashes that open the dust of history
She has the pupils that see through the chapters of the years
No matter that people are touched with tears and deep sympathy for the decaying flesh of us
The despair of those who have lost their way, and the pain of those who have failed
These people are touched with tears and deep sympathy for us
What is the reason that the future people are touched with tears and deep sympathy for the future? hot tears, deep sympathy
or contemptuous smiles, bitter ridicule
I firmly believe that people for our spine
those countless explorations, lost paths, failures, and successes
will give a warm, objective, and fair assessment
Yes, I anxiously wait for their assessment
Friends, firmly believe in the future
It's time to believe in the future
. Believe in the future
Believe in indomitable endeavor
Believe in the youth that overcomes death
Believe in the future and love life
2. The Song of the Reciter
(I)
I want to know
why when the morning breeze wakes up the earth
the dewdrops open their crystal eyes
Why do I need to know?
Who can tell me
Why does the moonlight wave a clear veil
And the night sky lights up with stars
I want to know
Why do the blue skies flutter with white clouds
The mountains and the rivers sing a distant song
Who can tell me
Why does the sun smile against the rain and the mist
A rainbow flutters I want to know
why thoughts separated by sea and sky
are extra warm in the moonlight
Who can tell me
why snowflakes flying in the sky
become a spirit when they fall on the branches of the trees
I want to know
why when I open the window of my soul
I want to know
why when I open the window of my soul
I want to know
why the windows of my soul
are opened.
Why do thoughts fly far away
and memories become young
Let me tell you, my friend
Because the sound of our voices
pulls the strings of our words
and wonderful emotions strike our hearts
. Let me tell you, my friend
Because our hearts
Let the souls of the arts dance
The homes of the spirit are dotted with green trees!
(2)
We come from the fragrance of the earth
By the ethereal light of bamboo slips and oracle bones
Illuminating the magic of hieroglyphics
Taking in the gold, wood, water, fire and earth!
We come from the volumes of the Hundred Schools of Thought
Following the square steps of our forefathers
Searching for the riverbed of materialism and dialectics
Kowtowing to the Heaven and Earth, the King, the Parent, and the Teacher
We come from the drums of the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period
Following the footsteps of the thousands of troops and horses
Hanging on to the blood-colored dusk of the merger and the succession of armies
The world is a place for the people of China.
To reminisce in the lore of Wen Towers and Wushu!
We come from the moss of Qin bricks and Han tiles
Treading on the grandeur of the river and mountains measured out
Built the back of the hearts of people into the Great Wall of China
Lamenting in the wind and clouds of the emperors and generals!
We come from the ink of Tang and Song poems
Lifting the night-light cup full of grape wine
Listening to the horns of the border fortresses blowing the cold-night dirge of the conscripts
Letting the sorrows of parting bleach the autumn moon in the heart of the river
We come from the rhyme of the Yuan dynasty's qiang flute
Looking at the wind chimes rattling in the west wind of the old road
We cannot call back the lonely travelers at the end of the world
We have to go back to our home.
The lovebirds who have lost their companions have turned June into a snowy month!
We came from the plot of the Ming and Qing dynasty novels
Trekking through the mountains, a dangerous peak left behind
Through the streets and alleys, a dream into the clouds,
Entering the chamber, a group of foxes and fairies put aside!
We came from the vernacular of the May Fourth Movement
Through the crowds and clamor of the Ten Mile Ocean Park
Staying in the stores and inns of the mountain towns
Cutting out the years in the dislocation of the war and the chaos!
We went along like this
into the halls of literature, into the splendor of sound
in the clash of mind and heart
we had our own sentiments!
We thus go all the way
To the pure land of the soul, to the stage of art
In the dialog between emotion and emotion
We have our own temperament!
(3)
We recite the mountains
The clouds fly into the distance
We recite the clouds
The deep canyons open up
We recite the rivers
The fluttering waves sing with joy
We recite the waves
The silent sails spread their wings.
We recite the sun
The young green harvest glows
We recite the harvest
The season of harvest comes to splendor
We recite the moon
The gentle breeze smells fragrant
We recite the wind
The quiet night is soft and fragrant
We recite the blue sky
We recite the blue sky
We recite the blue sky
We recite the blue sky
We recite the blue sky
We recite the blue sea
A crisp dove's whistle sounds in the sky
We recite the dove's whistle
The gospel of peace spreads in all directions
We recite the flowers
Light bees work hard
We recite the bees
The full seeds sow hope
We recite the fields
The deep land explodes with power
We recite the fields
The deep land explodes with power
We recite the fields
We recite the fields
The deep land explodes with power
We recite the land
The exuberant life flourishes
We recite the forest
The whistling pines surge
We recite the pines
The hundred birds in the forest sing their dreams!
So we recite
Walking through yesterday, walking to today
Flying between the lines of poetry
Swinging on the avenue of spring and autumn of life
We recite
Walking through the years, walking through the wind and rain
Singing all the way through the mountainous journey
We recite
Let our hearts be sprinkled with dreams. Let the path of the heart be sprinkled with colorful sunshine
(4)
You carry the longing of the black earth
reciting birch forests and ice-cream blossoms
Long skis fly by
splashing the fresh scent of magnolias and wild roses!
You carry the yearning of the steppe
Reciting the blue sky and white clouds
The lingering horse-head qin resounds beside the trail
Wafting over is the fragrance of fine wine and milk tea
You carry the wildness of the vast sea of sand
Reciting the storms and the blazing sun
The trekker's footsteps stretch all the way
The spirit of poplar brightens up the The oasis of the heart illuminated!
With the softness of the coconut breeze and willow rhyme
You recite about the sandy beaches and the waves
The fishing nets in the sky spread a longing
The conch's horn fills the cabin with fish and shrimp
You carry the melodious sound of the water town in the south of the Yangtze River
You recite about the cotton sea and the valley
The old waterwheel turns the beautiful legend
The blue smoke of the cooker rises on the horizon The sunrise that rises on the horizon
You carry the aura of the imperial palace
Reciting the table of splendor and the plaza
Deep thoughts are left in the ancient road of the Dragon Chariot
Wise eyes polish the bronzes
You carry the dream of the special economic zone
Reciting the reforms and openness
The rush of people races against time
The colorful night sky flickers with individuality
You carry the high spirits of a foreign country
Reciting the thoughts and suavity
The melancholic memories of the years of hard work
We walked into the classroom of life through thick and thin
We are like this
Walking through yesterday, and coming to today
We are like this
We are like this
We are like this
We are like this
We are like this
We are like this
We are like this We recite in this way
Walking through the years, walking through the wind and rain
Flying between the lines of poetry and beautiful text
Swinging along the avenue of life's spring and autumn
Singing all the way along the mountainous journey
Harmonizing: Let the journey of the heart - sprinkled with --colorful haze
3. National Day Poetry Recitation
Male: This is my dream
Female: This is also my dream
Collectively: This is our Chinese dream
(a)
Female: Tonight
You come into my dream
Bringing with you the colorful stone of Nuwa mending the sky
Male: Tonight
you come into my dream
with the story of Fuxi Laozu
Female: You call me with the softest words
Male: But this sound makes my whole body's blood boil
Choral: And so
I listen to the clear and translucent bells of the warring States I walked towards you
I rubbed the yellow sand of the Silk Road towards you
I felt the majesty of Mount Taishan
The majesty of the Great Wall
I experienced the tenderness of the water towns in the south of the Yangtze River
The boundlessness of the snowy fields in the north of the country
Woman: I saw, I saw everything that enchanted me
Do you see? Did you see it?
Male: Yes, I saw it, I saw the chilling sword of the Ranger
Yes, I saw it, I saw the dazzling red tassels of the helmets of the Han's Feathered Troopers
Female: Listen to it, what is that sound?
Male: It is the neighing of Temujin's horses in the grasslands
It is the sound of Zheng He's oars in the Western Ocean
It is the cry of Qi Jiguang's swords and swords to cut down the Japanese invaders
Daigong: It is the waves of the Red Cliffs
It is the sea of pine waves in the Changbai Mountains, and it is the sadness and compassion of the people who are human beings and aspiring to a better life
The most melodious cries of the ends of the earth and the ends of the sea
The most melodious cries of the end of the earth and the ends of the sea.
The most beautiful cries
That is the 5,000 years of glory that pours into our souls
(2)
Male: Tonight
you came into my dream
But I can clearly hear you sobbing
Female: It is the iron hooves of the great powers that trampled on the sacred land
It is the cession of the land and the quest for peace that has left behind the harm to the mountains and rivers
The broken dawn of the Lugou River, which was the first time that the Chinese people have seen the world, is the only thing that has happened. p>It is the broken Lugou Xiao Yue, eight years of wind and frost, the mountains and rivers lose color
Group: China, China, humiliated China!
My heart is like yours
It hurts to the core!
Men: Bury the pain deep in your heart
Unyielding faith is nurtured in the midst of trials and tribulations
O mother of many disasters!
I pray with a bleeding heart for the moment of your rebirth
(3)
The Chinese people are drinking the water of the Yangtze River
with the boiling blood of the Yellow River running through their bodies
with a spine as strong as that of the Great Wall of China
the image of a heavenly figure standing tall in the east of the world
Men: The snowstorm caught us by surprise
The snowstorm caught us by surprise
Men: The snowstorm caught us by surprise
We are now in the middle of the snowstorm.
A green steel wall
Let the devastated land spring back to the earth
Women: May 12, 2008, the sky and the earth
Countless living beings instantly left
A beautiful home has become a hell on earth
Women: Will we give in?
Large group: No, never
The Party and the government are our strong backing
The love of 1.3 billion people is enough to overcome any difficulties
China, China, heroic China!
Men and women: All the past, counting the wind and streams, but also look at the present day
We are no longer dependent on the four great inventions of the past
There are already modern national defense science and technology that make the world pay attention to
A hundred years of the Olympic Games, the dream of a dream come true
Sixty years of arduous struggles to make the millennium-old country glow with youthfulness
Peace doves flew all over the The dove of peace has flown over every inch of the 9.6 million square kilometers of land
People's pace towards the road of well-being has become more robust and powerful
The chorus: ah, China, China, China, China, the immortal China!
Female: I am proud to be a descendant of the Yellow Emperor
Male: I am proud to be a descendant of the Dragon
Collectively, when the rooster sings in the far east
The news of the Chinese nation's take-off will be spreading frequently
The Chinese people will surely use their own wisdom and perspiration to forge tomorrow's splendor
The Chinese people will also use their own wisdom and perspiration to forge tomorrow's splendor
The Chinese people will also use their own wisdom and perspiration to forge tomorrow's splendor
!
Men: This is my dream
Women: This is also my dream
Large group: This is our Chinese dream
4, "Sports Poetry"
While we are still young
Friends, when the wheels of time rolled up to this day, and when the wall calendar clearly showed that December 9 is good, as young people, I believe that none of us, all of us, will be the same.
December 9
December 9
An ordinary but extraordinary day
Rewind the clock
Back to 1935
The sun is still lazy
Winter is still cold and bleak
But the air flows fast
Because
This is the first time I've ever seen the world's most beautiful city, and I'm sure it will be the first time I've ever seen the world's most beautiful city.
Because
in Beiping, the capital of history
a shocking event took place -
a general student movement against surrender and oppression
signs everywhere
Paper slips fluttered everywhere
Flags fluttered everywhere
Slogans roared everywhere
Youths were boiling with blood everywhere
On this day
White clouds churned up
Sea roared
The Yellow River and the Yangtze roared
China shook with the tremor of the land
Because
We had to go to the city of China, because
It was the first time we had seen a student movement, and it was the only time that we could see one. >Because
a ravaged and unyielding nation
was awakening
a country with many disasters
was struggling
We will not forget, we will not forget this day, this day sixty-nine years ago: we will not forget, we will not forget those who threw away their heads and spilled their blood under the terror of the enemy by shouting slogans and distributing leaflets, the youths, the honorable and lovely youths. Youth, honorable and lovely youth.
5, "With youthful steps, into the 21st century"
Women's leader: perhaps, all the beauty of the world is concentrated here.
Male Leader: Perhaps, the brightest sunshine is scattered here.
Female: In the first spring of the new century, the flowers bloomed more and more beautifully. M: Everything is alive and well in this springtime.
Female: We step into the twenty-first century with hope.
Male: We design the world and life with pursuit.
Female: Listen! A voice calls before the road
Female A: The new century, the sun in my heart. We are the students of the twenty-first century.
Combined: we are students of the twenty-first century.
Female B: We are a very special group, we are also the most powerful pioneers of the internal force.
Male C: We are the pioneers and the future. We will always epitomize the times.
Female D: We are extreme, in the extreme belonging to us, realizing the value of self, we regretlessly dedicate our youth.
Combined: We dedicate our youth without regret.
Leader: Our youth is stirring in the endless torrent, chasing the torrent, is our pleasure, leaping over the ordinary, is our success. We are proud of our youth.
Male Leader: Youth?
Two: youth.
Collaboration: youth, youth - spring.
Female: Youth is us.
Men: We are youth.
A: Youth is a dream.
B: Youth is a grass. M: Youth is a fire.
Female Leader: Youth is great.
Female: Youth is beautiful.
Collaboration: Youth is awesome.
Female E: youth is a fresh green leaf, in the fresh morning breeze, always with a face of dewdrops to laugh;
Female F: youth is a soaring melody, in the jumping keys, always step on the brisk pace of joyful singing.
Female E: When people's eyes drift past the withered leaves, only then will they remember the verdure;
Female F: When people's ears ring that old song, only then will they remember the passion of these past days.
Female E: And the diary of youth, only smeared with bright colors, and write down the hardships of struggle,
Female F: and then branded with success,
Two people together: we can have no regrets about youth!
Female leader: youthful footsteps lively and brisk, full of vigor; just as the whistling of the wind, fluttering thousands of miles never tire. When a burst of frustration came to me, I did not hesitate, did not retreat, but firmly a belief ----
Collaboration: to be strong, to be strong, to be strong.
Male G: have a happy good mood is rare,
Combined: very rare, very rare
Male G: we need it as water and air, but if every day there are surprises plainly come down, on this everything will become bland and boring, oh, I don't need it - the beauty of happiness is not real
Combined: I don't need the beauty of happiness is not real.
Male H: Looking in the mirror stumbled upon a sad face to tease. Tear tracks are still dry eyelashes but hanging rainbow. Let the sails of life set sail freely, forever chasing the intoxicating heartbeat of the waves, and singing a song of self-improvement to the beat of the times.
Collaboration: I want to be strong, I want to be strong, I want to be strong.
Leader: The road of youth is full of challenges, full of setbacks, but know that the leap, but know that the male flight, is the most delicate beauty of youth. The entirety of youth is the pursuit and transcendence.
Female I: I am the pursuit of my design of the world and life, I am a trekking journey, I am persistent geese, I am sown in the ink river fishing fire, I am implanted in the soil of the richness, I excavate the golden sun, can make all the existence of the luminous, I sowed the spring color, can be all the withered back to the green, I brewed the wisdom of the swirling currents, I give birth to the stars of the flowers like the bumpy in the wave valley of the boat, I am in the road of the path of the path of the road. Marching, my footsteps are a whistling ball of fire, from the thorns and hazel raging mango, cutting a blue lightning, I always hold on to time, the long whip of resilience, catching up with success, catching up with victory, and sending the notice of the dawn's birth to tomorrow.
Combined: send the notice of the dawn's birth to tomorrow!
6, "Dream Reality"
We have two worlds
One is the dream
The other is the reality
The wings of the dream are always light
There is endless happiness and fulfillment
We can ride on the light wings
Remaining in the sky, letting the ego sing
We can ride on the light wings
Remaining in the sky, letting the ego sing
The reality is always cruel.
The reality is always cruel
There are endless pains and troubles
We can only slow down our heavy footsteps
Let the earth trample on us, and let us sing to ourselves
People are torn between their dreams and the reality
I don't know if it's the dream that creates the reality
Or if it's the reality that destroys the dreamsThat winter, I stepped on my feet
I didn't know where it would stiffen up, but I did. Though I didn't know where I'd stiffen
I took the first step
There was nothing else to do
I just wanted to find a little bit of warmth
To melt the cold heart
This winter I searched for footprints
Though there was a series of deep tracks behind me
I didn't know which one was mine
No purpose
Just want to know which is my way forward
To continue my footsteps
Tomorrow should be glorious
I'm sure
Yesterday and today I've been fighting against the wind and the rain
After the wind and the rain there should be a rainbow
Tomorrow should be glorious
I'm convinced
Yesterday and today I've been Catching up
Catching up at sunrise is the most beautiful
Tomorrow should be my appearance
I promise
Yesterday and today I was prepared
Preparing for every moment of my life
7. "Running Hand-in-Hand"
Male: There is a drop of water that flows into the Yangtze River from the other end of the river.
Female: There is a wave that merges into the East China Sea from this end of the river.
Combined: a tiny drop of water, a wave, hand in hand in the ceaseless chase,
became the rushing Yangtze River, a monstrous East China Sea, in the immortal rushing, heart to heart, became a vast ocean.
Male: This is the earth, a rushing stream made of life.
Male: This is China, the music played by history.
Combined: life goes on and on, with a long history.
Male: For thousands of years, starting from the age of Yan Huang, until today's reform and opening up.
Female: For thousands of years. From the beginning of the reproduction of the nation, until the highly civilized now.
Combined: the hands of the children of China is the exchange of water and waves, is the ensemble of the river and the sea, the love of the children of China in our East once again set up a brilliant.
Male: In order to make the earth, from this end of the motherland, toward the twenty-first century firmly.
Female: In order to make history, from the motherland's end, along the cross-century track has been rushing.
Combined: we are like the young eagles, raising our unyielding heads, we wave our wings, ushering in the future battles!
8, "a word"
Wen Yiduo
There is a word uttered is a curse,
there is a word that can light a fire.
Don't look at 5,000 years without saying it,
Can you guess the volcano's reticence?
Maybe it's suddenly possessed,
Suddenly a thunderbolt in the blue sky
bursts out:
"Our China!"
How can I say that today?
If you don't believe that the iron tree blossoms,
then there is a sentence for you to listen to:
When the volcano can't hold back its silence,
don't shiver, stick out your tongue, and pause your feet,
Wait until there's a thunderbolt from the blue sky
Bursting with a cry:
"Our China! "
9, "Answer"
North Island
Meanness is the passport of the mean,
Nobility is the epitaph of the noble,
Behold, in the gilded sky,
drifts the bent reflections of the dead.
The glacial age is past,
Why is there ice everywhere?
The Cape of Good Hope is found,
Why are there a thousand sails in the Dead Sea?
I came into this world,
with only paper, rope, and figure,
in order to read the voices of those who were sentenced,
before the judgment.
Tell you what, world
I-don't-phase-it!
Even if you have a thousand challengers at your feet,
then count me as the one thousand and one.
I don't believe that the sky is blue,
I don't believe in the echo of thunder,
I don't believe that dreams are false,
I don't believe that there is no retribution for death.
If the ocean is doomed to break its banks,
Let all the bitter waters pour into my heart,
If the land is doomed to rise,
Let mankind choose anew the peaks of existence.
New turnings and shining stars,
are adorning the uncovered sky.
That's 5,000 years of hieroglyphics,
that's the eyes of the future people gazing.
10, "When You Are Old"
Yeats
When you are old, and your hair is gray, and your sleep is faint,
and you are dozing by the fire, take down this poem,
and read it slowly, and think back to the softness of your eyes of the past,
and to the heavy shadows of their yesteryear;
how many have loved you for your youthful merriment,
Admire thy beauty, false or true,
One only loves thy pilgrim soul,
Loves the painful wrinkles of thy aged face;
Hangs down its head, and by the red-glowing hearth,
Whispers mournfully and softly of that love's fading,
On the hill above its head it paces slowly,
Hiding its face in the midst of a crowd of stars.