People use language to preserve and transmit the fruits of human civilization. Language is one of the important characteristics of the nation, recitation is the art of language, so do you know what more emotional recitation articles? Below I have organized a few more emotional recitation article examples for you, I hope it will help you.
A more emotional recitation article
There is a kind of beauty
No need to modify
That is from the heart out of the long song
Riverside beach
Guan Guan Ju turtles in the singing
We heard
My Lady, the gentleman good martial arts
Whether it's a wild or a gentle voice
Whether it's a song or a pacing chant
It all sounds the same
Natural, true, alive and transparent
Pure as the ancient sky
Innocent as the living water from the source
That's what the Book of Psalms is all about
There's a beauty that won't fade away
There's a beauty that won't fade away
There's a beauty that won't fade away
There's a beauty that won't fade away
It is the flower that blooms in the blood of a nation
More than 3,000 years ago
In an ancient land
Those who left no last name
Mixed life, love, and labor into the qin and sepals
Through the corridor of Guanzhong, the fertile plains of the Central Plains
The land of Qilu, the foot of the Yanshan Mountains, the land of the Qilu River, the land of the Yanshan Mountain. Qilu and Yanshan Mountains
Let the flying songs scattered in the mountains and fields
Diffuse into an endless river of songs
This is the Book of Poetry
The winds of history have blown down countless crowns
Blown away endless splendor
But they cannot stop blowing away the bamboo slips that carry the ringing sound
And the scenery that has left countless fingerprints on the bamboo slips. The landscape that has left countless fingerprints on them
Three thousand years of waves and clouds have gone out
What remains unchanged
is the beauty of human nature that pulsates with vitality
The beauty of human nature is the beauty of life
The beauty of life is the beauty of the people who have escaped from it, the beauty of life is the beauty of the people who have burned it
When I hold on to your hand, I will grow old together with your hand
The valley of a man is different from his room, and the place where he dies is the same as his cave
The song of the deer that roars, the song of the deer that eats the apples of the field
I have a guest. Drums and shengs
The incomparable beauty of the Orient
The beauty of rivers, the beauty of fields
The beauty of skies, the beauty of clouds
The beauty of people, the beauty of emotions
The beauty of rhythms, the beauty of rhythms
Of all the human depictions of beauty
The Poetry Scriptures are the most beautiful of all
Come on!
Let us follow the songs of our forefathers
to approach the vastness of culture
Come on, let us follow the lines of Poetry 300
to trek, drift, and pursue
to pick up the eternal songs in our dusty memories
Oh, the beauty of the Book of Psalms!
A more emotional recitation II
Once upon a time the daylight was slow.
Carts, horses, and mail were slow.
It took days to wait for a greeting.
Once upon a time the moonlight was slow.
A little idle, a little lazy.
Spending the whole dusk in a cup of tea,
watching the stars fill the sky in half a dream.
The footsteps of the past are so slow.
From one village to another.
It takes a day to walk.
Once upon a time it was slow and warm.
Wrapped in a light smoldering fire,
day after day.
Once upon a time, handkerchiefs also looked good.
Most of all, it was the woman with the lowered brow.
Delicate, stitch by stitch.
Once upon a time, love was slow.
Slow, with a lifetime to wait for someone.
Slow, a lifetime is enough to love only one person.
Now fast, fast enough to get up early every day,
too late to say good morning, too late to hug.
In fact, in Midtown, downtown, 5 minutes,
That little bit of leisure time after tea and dinner, changed a thing.
Now fast, everything is updated.
So fast that life will be disturbed in pieces.
In fact, the cluttered life can be put together a good.
Just like the model room with a classical atmosphere of furnishings and modern decoration together,
less dull and old, more delicate.
Now fast, complain a few words, still have to keep up with the rhythm.
Toward their own dreams, and then make an effort to move the former leisure to enjoy the old age.
In fact, why not plan for the future early?
Now fast, dating with lovers,
eat a meal, no time.
In fact, it has nothing to do with time, it is the psychology at work.
With a calm, in Taiping South Road,
library to choose a book, the old residence to stroll around,
old time.
Now fast, so fast that we always remember the beauty of the past.
And then crazy miss those pure world.
In fact, put aside the current boredom,
go to Wanfang Central Park,
and then close your eyes, let the beauty of those who will be drowned in,
emptying that beautiful world to enjoy it.
Now fast, so fast that we always remember the beauty of the past.
Then crazy miss those pure world.
In fact, put aside the current boredom,
Go to Wanfang Central Park,
Then close your eyes, let those beautiful drown themselves,
Empty that beautiful world to enjoy it.
In fact, think about it, to be a middle-of-the-road person is not bad.
You said the slow pace of life is good, I agree.
He said the fast-paced life is exciting, I also agree.
Just like the small apartment is exquisite, the big house is luxurious, each has its own characteristics, it is difficult to distinguish between good and bad.
No matter how slow it used to be, no matter how fast it is now.
I know that the land under my feet and the people around me,
no matter before or now, I have to do my best to protect.
More emotional recitation essay three
Moonlight pouring city
Text / Mrs. Jianlan recitation / Cao Haibin
I welcome the sunset
and the sky wind sand
walking in
between the vastness of the world
is I have experienced
a lot of hard work to find the right place, but also a lot of hard work to find the right place, but also a lot of hard work to find the right place.
In spite of the snow and the desert smoke
there is a city
called Moonlight City
where there are countless stars
and the Milky Way
illuminated by the Milky Way
every night
and the Master of Moonlight is there
watching in silence
the world's greatest city. Silently watching
the sun, moon, and stars and everything else
every turn
City Master
Can you hear
my call to you from afar
the echo
that crosses the sky
and echoes between the snowy lands and the valleys
City Master
I cross the sky
and I am a man of the world.
I crossed thousands of mountains to meet you
Only
the moonlight came
and you galloped
to the Gobi
and the mighty Yanshan Mountains
At last
on that
cold night
my poem to you
was written. With the wind
I drifted to the south shore of the wind and snow
In the night, your kiss
turned into the sound of a midnight blowjob
and fell softly on
my tear-stained ears
You might have known
that I would come back in a thousand years
and defiantly set foot on the peak
to renew my relationship with you
When the song of parting was sung, the poem was written by me. >
When the song of departure
once again circled the valley
the light of the snowy land
filled the foggy shadows
I stood on the summit of the snowy mountain
and you walked on the top of the Tang Dynasty
the sky was vast
along the banks of the River of Forgetfulness
all that was left behind
was an empty city
and a place that I had never seen before
and the love of you. I'm thinking of you, a piece of you.