What are some suitable poems for group recitation

1. "Believe in the Future"

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.