Something that reflects patriotism, learning, honor and shame is fine
Or some naive storytelling prose or poems from the child's own point of view
What kind of poetry or prose is suitable for Qingming FestivalThese are the ones that I have found:
Qingming
(Tang Du Mu)
The rain falls on Qingming Festival
The road travelers want to break their souls.
(Tang) Du Mu
The rain falls one after another at the time of Ching Ming Festival, and the pedestrians on the road want to break their souls.
I want to ask where the tavern is located. The first time I saw this, it was a very good time for me to go back to my home.
"Cold Eclipse on the Way"
(Tang) Song Zhiwen
Cold Eclipse on the way, on the way to the twilight of spring.
Poorly looking at the river, I don't see the people of Luoqiao.
The North Pole is a place where you can see your master, and the South Sea is a place where you can see your ministers.
The old garden is a broken place, and the willows are new every day and night.
"Cold Eclipse"
(Tang) swarmed on the east wind and the willows.
The candles were passed to the Han Palace at sunset, and the light smoke was scattered into the houses of the five vassals.
"Lvmen that is the case"
(Tang) Zhang Ji
Plowman called for the love of the building boat, spring grass green ten thousand fields;
Try to go to the Wu Gate to peep at the county Guo, the clear and bright a few places have new smoke.
"Qingming"
(Song) Wang Yuxiu
No flowers, no wine over the Qingming, the taste of Xiao Ran like a wild monk.
Yesterday, the neighbors begged for a new fire, and the window was divided into reading lamps.
The song is packed away at sunset, and ten thousand willows belong to the warblers. The bridge is not a bridge, but a bridge that can't be helped.
The distant mountains are pale with maple, and the broken house is lonely by the wheat.
The grass is still there in the spring, and the new road is not there in the past.
The pear blossom has been in the air since the cold eclipse, and the festival is only a worry.
"Send Chen Xiucai back to his tomb on the sand"
(Ming) Gao Qi
Full of blood, tears and dust, after the chaos of the hometown can also be sad.
The wind and rain and pear blossoms and the cold food have passed, and the children and grandchildren have come to the graves of several families.
"Qingjiang quoting", a trip on the day of the first day of the Qingming Festival
(Ming) Wang Pan
Asked the west building where is the good place to prohibit smoking?
The green field and the clear sky.
Horses through the willow hissing, people leaning on the swing laughing,
The warbler flowers always teach spring drunkenness.
Qingming Festival Poetry
Qingming Night
Tang Bai Juyi
Good wind and hazy moon on the night of Qingming, the blue masonry red Xuan Shi family.
The night of the Ching Ming Festival is the night when the wind and the moon are clear and the sky is clear and the moon is bright.
The first day of the Qingming Festival, you climbed up to the Laojun Pavilion and looked at the city of Luocheng to give a gift to Taoist Han
Tang Bai Juyi
The scenery and smoke and fire of the Qingming Festival, the songs and cries of sadness and happiness between the city.
What's wrong with the water of the East Luo River, and whose family is buried in the North Mangshan Mountain?
The bridge is a long way from the center of the city, and the boats are not at ease on the next crossing.
The graves are full of people, and the cranes fly back in disappointment in Liaodong.
The Dance of the Brothels on the Day of Ching Ming
Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty
Watching the dance is as beautiful as jade, and listening to the poems is as beautiful as gold.
The beauty of the people is so beautiful that they may smile, and the strings and pipes may sing.
It is a pity that the spring breeze is so old, and that the wine is so deep.
It's a good time to leave the flowers and send them to the cold food, but it's also a good time for you to be there.
The first two sons of Deng Rui were sent to their hometowns on the day of the Ching Ming Festival
Tang Dai Shulun
The bells and drums were noisy on the day of the departure, and the car drivers were urged to dress up for the night.
The kitchen is on fire at dawn, and the willows are turning over in the dark.
They are the first to see their hair in the mirror, and the first to talk about their hometown in a glass.
The tears of the children are not enough to make me feel guilty, but today I have to get rid of them.
The highest peak of the Tang Dynasty, Li Peak
The tourists tend to Liang Di, and the light of the morning into the Chu Terrace.
The smoke of the acacia is dispersed by the dawn, and the fire of the elm should be opened in spring.
The sun with a clear rainbow, flowers with the early butterflies.
The winds are blowing in the morning, and the winds are blowing in the evening.
Classical Poetry for Recitation 5 to 8 Minutes
Will Enter the Wine
Li Bai Lefu
You don't see that the water of the Yellow River is coming from the sky, and that it will never return to the sea.
Don't you see the sad gray hair in the mirror?
The most important thing in life is to be happy, so don't make the bottle empty to the moon.
I've got a lot of money to spend, and I've got a lot of money to spend, and I've got a lot of money to spend. I'll drink 300 cups of wine in one go.
Cen Fu Zi, Dan Qiusheng, will enter the wine, you can't stop.
I'm going to sing a song with you,
so please listen to it for me. I wish to be drunk for a long time, but I don't want to wake up.
All the sages of the past are lonely, but only the drinkers keep their names.
The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of a banquet, and the second time I was in the middle of a banquet, I was in the middle of a party.
The five horses, the thousand furs, and the beautiful wine, are all the same.
The poem 8-10 minutes as a recitation is a bit too long, usually used as a recitation of the poem is best to control the 5 minutes
Youth China By: oil Lang
With the vast night as the ink
With the devastation of the land as the paper
In the Opium War after the smoke
Who is it?
Who is it?
The two words written down - China
makes people read dimly and wearily
and even more painfully and angrily
The China that shriveled up in the history books of the late Qing Dynasty
The China that fell to its knees in the Treaty of Nanking
The China that was weak and weak
On that day, countless young men and women walked away from the Qing Dynasty and took up residence in China.
They took to the streets
In the face of drenching blood
In the face of a bleak life
Their cries were like a burst of thunder
Stirring the sleepy land
They were like a flame
Spreading along the winding road
Blooming into the glorious flowers of May
Since then, they have joined the **********. > After that, they joined the ranks of the *** people
They chose without a second thought
To smash the darkness with the hammer
To harvest the light with the scythe
They traveled through the paths
They crossed the passes
They rode the battlefields
They fought the enemy with valor
They wanted to write with their spears as their pens.
They will write a new China
They will paint a youthful China with the color of their blood
Today, many years later
As my eyes travel through the peaks of history
I can still feel their breath
I can see
I can see again
I can see
I see the sweaty faces of youth after youth
And I hear
their loud and clear songs
echoing in the barren land
They have spent their youth
writing a poem of love in the long years
Yes, the years are long, and life is long
That's the way of life.
It's a *** surging poem
It's a landscape full of flowers
It's a majestic symphony
It's a monument of ambition
Oh China, I'm going to write you a poem
In the golden language of the sun
With the heart of the sea's immense azure color
Oh China, I'm going to paint you a poem
With the golden language of the sun
With the heart of the sea's immense azure color
Oh, China. China, I want to paint a picture for you
With the colors of spring flowers
With the light of the five-starred red flag
Today, a China with capital letters
Makes for a bright and hearty reading
Today, a soaring China
Even more vividly and proudly
This is what is coming out from the east of the world.
This is the China of hope that is erupting in the east of the world
This is the China of splendor under the leadership of China ***
This is our
youthful China!
"Believe in the Future" By: Index Finger
When cobwebs mercilessly check my hearth
When the lingering smoke of ashes sighs the sorrow of poverty
I still stubbornly lay down the ashes of disappointment
With beautiful snowflakes I write: Believe in the future
When my purple grapes turn into late autumn dew
When my When my flowers nestle in someone else's arms
I still stubbornly write: Believe in the future
With frosty vines
On the bleak earth I will write: Believe in the future
I will write: Believe in the future
With my fingers, the rows of waves that swell up to the sky
I will write: Believe in the future
With the palm of my hand, the warm and beautiful quill of the dawning dawn, I will write: Believe in the future
With the penmanship of a child. The reason why I firmly believe in the future
is that I believe that the eyes of the future people
she has the eyelashes to open the dust of history
she has the pupils to see through the chapters of the years
no matter what people are for our rotting flesh
the despair of those who have lost their way, the pain of failure
are sent to move the tears of warmth, I firmly believe that people will be enthusiastic, objective, and fair in their assessment of our spine
for the countless times we have explored, lost, failed, and succeeded
Yes, I am anxiously waiting for their assessment
My friend, firmly believe in the future.
Believe in the future
Believe in indomitable efforts
Believe in the youthfulness that overcomes death
Believe in the future, love life
Urgently seeking poems, prose (preferably 3 minutes long, rhyming, suitable for recitation) about the Mother RiverFlow, the waters of the Yangtze River
Flow, the waters of the Yangtze River, flowing slowly
Margaret lives in a tall building along the shore,
The water of the Yangtze River, the water of the Yangtze River, flowing slowly
Margaret lives in a tall building along the shore,
Margaret lives in a tall building along the shore
She looks at you, when spring has not yet faded,
Flow on, waters of the Yangtze, my singing voice.
How long it has been, season after season,
Margery and I think of each other,
You know, though forever silent,
Flow, the waters of the Yangtze, slowly.
This grass is green, today as in the past,
And the bird cries, the fading rain, the scent of golden flowers,
Just what we have had can no longer be,
Stream, the Yangtze River's water, my worries.
Margaret will have to look out of the window of the building,
At that time, her heart was very different,
At that time, all our days have been forgotten,
Flow, the water of the Yangtze River, slowly flow.
The Yellow River--
My old and young mother,
you carry the vicissitudes of history
from ancient times.
You carry the shame and indignation of the nation,
flowing under the snowy mountains that have not melted for millions of years.
You are wrapped in thunder and lightning -
the impact of ice and fire,
undergoing the Phoenix Nirvana-like ordeal.
From the source of the trickling stream to the hundreds of miles of mudflats to the sea,
riding the unstoppable momentum of the ten thousand horses galloping to the sea.
The Yellow River--
My ancient mother!
You have recorded the rise and fall of the Chinese nation.
Once upon a time?
Your riverbed is full of holes,
filled with poverty, pain, tears, blood, shame,
confusion and a cavity of sadness
from a head of green silk to white hair three thousand zhang.
No thought is ever forgotten!
Sadness!
Sadness!
The sadness!
Despite the suffering,
despite the tears,
you!
The Yellow River -
My strong mother!
You have always been strong and unyielding!
Even though the Yellow River has nine bends and eighteen curves,
you can't lose your direction of rushing into the sea.
Anyone who has ever experienced the deep love and affection of--
The silk of the spring silkworms will not be exhausted ____
The wax torch will not be dried up?
Who has ever experienced -
The persistence of not hitting the south wall and not turning back?
Who has experienced -
the stubbornness of not seeing the coffin and not shedding tears?
Who has ever experienced -
Not to the Yellow River heart is not dead ____
To the Yellow River also do not die of the feat and pathos?
You are the only one!
The Yellow River -
My indomitable mother.
Counting the people who have suffered through the ages,
see the changing winds and clouds like a circus of emperors and generals.
Eight years of war,
Ten years of turmoil,
Twenty-five years of change,
Five thousand years of cultural deposits ......
The Yellow River -
My mother of the great and profound ah!
It can only be you!
Forgive the blindness,
fanaticism, ignorance, fantasy and uncertainty of your children.
The road is long, the road is far,
I will go up and down.
The Yellow River -
My mother, who has endured so much!
Please show a clear path to your children!
You are always heading in one direction.
East!
East!
East! Where the sun rises.
A fire ignited your 9.6 million square kilometers of body,
from the Nine Palaces and Eight Trigrams,
the Four Books and Five Classics,
the Thirty-six Stratagems,
Sun Tzu's The Art of War,
the Tang Dynasty poems and Song Dynasty lyrics,
the Chu Rhetoric, Han Fu, and the Hundred Families of Zhu Zi... ...
All of them have become the cultural nourishment for you to nurture the growth of your sons and daughters.
Sprinkle a handful of hot tears to the hot land that I love so much!
The Yellow River -
My great mother!
You are tired of sinew and bone clanking sons and daughters!
I swear on this day:
I will give wings to my dreams!
I will make sure that reality is no longer a fantasy!
From the fishing boat singing in the Jiangnan water town,
to the ice and snow on the Damshang plateau.
From the black land under the Changbai Mountains,
to the source of the Yellow River on the Tibetan Plateau.
From the Mongolian plateau's horse-head qin,
to the thousands of miles of sea in the Nansha Islands.
From the Great Wall and beyond the Great River and the burning fire
to the Three Gorges Dam, the dream of mankind.
The Loess Plateau has filled up its gullies and ravines,
and the Qiang Diao is not to be blamed for the willow!
The Yumen Pass has become a rice granary with abundant harvest.
"I am happy to see a thousand waves of rice beans and peas."
The south and north of Lingnan are permeated with tantalizing rice, and the millet in Henan and Hebei is ripe with a golden color.
The ancient Red Cliff has drained its former blood,
Turning dry spears into jade -
The former conquest is no longer a killing field.
When the sons and daughters of your fifty-six nationalities turned their sinews into swords,
when your soldiers patrolled and stood guard for you on the snow-covered plateau,
when your people bowed down in worship to you step by step,
when your sons beat the drums that vibrated the mountains and rivers for you,
when your daughters danced the joyful rice-planting songs and sounded the waist drums,
when your body became a battlefield for killing,
when your soldiers were the first to be killed in the battlefield of the past,
when your people were the only ones who were killed in the battlefield of the past. p> When your body became the world's attention of the Everest.
The Yellow River -
O my mighty mother!
You will be proud and honored by your diligent and wise sons and daughters ____
!
The Yellow River -
O my great and magnificent mother river!
No matter where you go,
your black hair, black eyes, yellow skin children -
always his long-sung -
that song!
Poetry or prose to promote the spirit of the nation, suitable for group recitation
1. I love my motherland
In the east of the world there is an ancient country
5,000 years of civilization is a song
The strongest note is an amazing cry
Pursuing the dream plays unremittingly pioneering
In the east of the world there is a great
The bright future is a song
The touching melody is the reunion of ten thousand families
The children of China sing of a happy life
The moon is cloudy and the wind is sullen
You've passed through the vicissitudes of history in a hurry
It's raining a lot, and the road is bumpy
The years of wind and frost can't take away your revival of perseverance
2.
The Great Wall is full of colorful silks
The Chinese nation is soaring
The Yellow River is in full swing, and the suona is sounding
The hearts of China's children are in blossom
The Taishan Mountain is towering, and the gongs and drums are chiming
The Chinese nation is rising up in great strength
The Yangtze River rolls on, and the people are singing with great passion
The Chinese children are gathering together
The Chinese people are in full bliss
The Chinese nation is in full bliss
The Chinese people is in full swing.
China's good fortune and the world's joy
Every day gets better and better
The road of specialties gets wider and wider
China's good fortune and the heart's warmth and warmth
Every year gets stronger and stronger
Building harmony and harmony for all
3. A monument to the people's livelihood
Who has ever cleared away the confusion of history
Who has changed the uncertainty of generations
Who has ever seen the seasons without grain
Oh
Who has ever woven a beautiful myth
It was Li Gangwang who spread children's songs
Who can realize the ancient dream
Who can promise the millennium's longing
Lucky grain growers of socialism
Who have realized the dream of the ancient times
Who can promise the millennium's longing? >
Realized forever without grain
Oh
Who forged the monument of the times
It's the *** who serves the people's livelihood
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Which poem or prose is appropriate to recite for the fenugreek "Deep in the Bamboo Forest"Try this one! (in a pleasant and cheerful tone)
"Spring"
Zhu Zi Please
Looking forward, looking forward, the east wind came, the footsteps of spring are near.
Everything looks like it just woke up and opened its eyes happily. The mountains are moist, the water is long, and the sun's face is red.
The grass sneaks out of the soil, tender and green. The garden, the field, look to go, a large area full of a large area. The first thing you need to do is to get a good deal of money to pay for the services of the company. The wind is gentle, the grass is soft.
Peach trees, apricot trees, pear trees, you do not let me, I do not let you, are full of flowers to catch up. The red like fire, pink like the summer, white like snow. Flowers with a sweet flavor, closed his eyes, the tree seems to have been full of peaches, apricots, pears! Thousands of bees buzzed under the flowers, and butterflies of all sizes flitted about. The wildflowers were everywhere: a miscellany of sorts, named and unnamed, scattered in the grass, like eyes, like stars, and winking.
"Blowing face not cold willow wind", good, like a mother's hand caressing you. The wind brings some of the smell of the newly turned soil, mixed with the smell of grass, as well as the fragrance of various flowers, all brewing in the slightly moist air. Birds will be nesting in the flowers and young leaves, happy, calling friends to show off the crisp throat, singing a melodious tune, and the light wind and flowing water to echo. The short flute on the back of the cowherd boy, this time also all day in the loud and clear sound.
Rain is the most unusual, a one is three or two days. Don't be annoyed, look, like cow hair, like flower needle, like fine silk, densely woven diagonally, people's roofs are covered with a layer of thin smoke. The leaves of the trees, however, are so green that they shine, and the grass is so green that it forces your eyes. In the evening, on the lamp, a little yellow light, baked a quiet and peaceful night. In the countryside, on the path, by the stone bridge, people walking slowly with umbrellas; and farmers working in the field, wearing straw raincoats and hats. Their straw huts, sparse in the rain silence.
There are more kites in the sky and more children on the ground. The city and the countryside, families, old and small, they also rush like a trip, one by one all out. They are also rushing out, one by one, to relax their muscles and bones, to shake their spirits, and to do their own share of things to go. "A year's plan is in the spring"; just the beginning of the head, there is a lot of work, there is a lot of hope.
Spring is like a doll that just landed on the ground, from head to toe are new, it grows.
Spring is like a little girl, flamboyant, smiling and walking.
Spring is like the sturdy youth, with arms and waist and feet of iron, who leads us on.
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