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Poetry suitable for recitation

The poems suitable for recitation are as follows:

1. Li Bai (Tang Dynasty).

I don't see you, how the Yellow River's waters move out of heaven, entering the ocean, never to return. Have you noticed, how lovely locks in bright mirrors in high chambers, though silken-black at morning, have changed by night to snow. Oh, let a man of spirit venture where he pleases, and never tip his golden cup empty toward the moon!. Since heaven gave the talent, let it be employed! As for money, though it scatters, it will come together again. Cook a sheep, kill a cow, whet the appetite, and make me, of three hundred bowls, one long drink!.

2. "Man Jiang Hong Angry" (Song) Yue Fei.

Be angry and rush to the crown, and rest by the railing and drizzling rain. Looking up, screaming at the sky, strong and fierce. Thirty fame, dust and earth, eight thousand miles of clouds and the moon. Don't be idle, it's white and sad. Jingkang shame, still not snow; When will the courtiers hate it? Drive a long car and break through the lack of Helan Mountain. Hungry to eat pork, laughing and thirsty to drink Hun blood. Stay from the beginning, clean up the old mountains and rivers, and go to the sky.

3. Difficulties in Shu Dao (Tang) Li Bai.

ugh _, it's dangerous! The difficulty of Shu Dao is difficult to go to the sky! Until two rulers of this region, pushed their way through in the misty ages. Forty-eight thousand years had passed, don't talk to Qin Sai. And the Great White Mountain, westward, still has only a bird's path, up to the summit of Emei Peak. Which was broken once by an earthquake and there were brave men lost, and then the ladder stone stack is hooked. High, as on a tall flag, six dragons drive the sun, while the river, far below, lashes its twisted course. Such height would be hard going for even a yellow crane, so pity the poor monkeys who have only paws to use. The Mountain of Green Clay is formed of many circles, each hundred steps, we have to turn nine turns among its mound.

panting, we brush Orion and pass the Well Star, then, holding our chests with our hands and sinking to the ground with a groan. We wonder if this westward trail will never have an end, the road is too steep to climb. With nothing heard but the call of birds hemmed in by the ancient forest, male birds smoothly wheeling, following the females. In jathyapple, and there come to us the melancholy voices of the cuckoos, I am worried about the empty mountain and the difficulty of the Shu Road, and it is difficult to go to the sky! Even to hear of it turns the cheek pale. With the highest crag barely a foot below heaven, dry pines hang, head down, from the face of the cliffs.

the rushing waterfalls and streams are noisy, and the cliffs are turned into mountains and valleys. With all this danger upon danger, you've come a long way! Though Dagger-Tower Pass be firm and grim, and while one man guards it, ten thousand cannot force it. What if he be not loyal, but a wolf toward his fellows?. There are ravenous tigers to fear in the day, and venomous reptiles in the night, with their teeth and their fangs ready, killing people like hemp. Though the City of Silk be delectable, I would rather turn home quickly. The difficulty of Shu Dao is difficult to go to the sky! Look sideways at the west and look long.