Dragon Boat Festival students' classical modern poetry recitation manuscript 1 Dragon Boat Festival listening
Sitting on the Dragon Boat Festival
Let your heart calm down.
Listen to the great man Qu Zi recite poems.
The beauty of Chu ci
Kindness of Chu people and their ancestral home
Drifting all the way from the Gulo River.
Refreshing
There are too many poets now.
A haggard nerve
scarecrow
Stole the moonlight from the ground.
Who's laughing?
Sacrifice home
Fire and blood
Broken spiritual poetry
A pot of yellow rice wine
A handful of mugwort leaves
Torture our hearts
The thin figure by the gurgling river.
Exciting Chu Ci, sung in ancient and modern times.
Splash falling into the river
Still charming in the hot sun.
Cui Yanqian
Dragon Boat Festival students' classic modern poetry recitation draft 2 Dragon Boat Festival
Every Dragon Boat Festival, quietly beside the Miluo River.
There will be a lot of people who will raise their arms and sigh.
Shook his head and read those familiar sayings.
Qu Yuan who has been resurrected.
Jump, surprised more than two thousand years ago.
The tragic scene is regrettable.
The similar scene of this reincarnation is not
There is no way to serve the country, and it is heartbreaking.
Just to prove I was here.
Win false praise in the circle of friends.
In a trance, a skinny figure.
How I wish to come to us.
The Miluo River is an angry whip.
Beat us hard in the name of memorial service
Hippie people come to visit the mountains.
Dragon Boat Festival students' classic modern poetry recitation 3 is another year of Dragon Boat Festival.
It's another year of Dragon Boat Festival.
There are wisps of fragrant palm leaves floating in the street.
Thick wormwood green
But when I was young,
Dreams in the moonlight
A pleasant smell.
Pull my thoughts back to childhood.
In the morning, sweet birds are singing.
Rich floral fragrance
Cool Xia Feng.
Stay away from alleys
Sweet and long cries.
Open your sleepy eyes
Wait for dad to come back.
Buy something steaming.
Delicious zongzi
Peel off layers of palm leaves.
Eager for a bite.
Sweet glutinous rice
That's the food I've been looking forward to for a year.
If, if you can eat more.
Is the most desirable thing.
Nowadays, every Dragon Boat Festival
I always wrap jiaozi with different fillings.
With the smell of absinthe.
Facing delicious zongzi
I took a bite, chewed and chewed.
Pin Liao you pin
But I can't find it anymore
Once you taste it
It's just that alley
Familiar melody
Ring in my ear again.
Still so clear
Students recite classical modern poems about the Dragon Boat Festival 4 Memories of the Dragon Boat Festival
Go home and eat zongzi,
Back to the door of hanging calamus,
Back to the cities and villages floating around Ai Xiang,
Back to Qu Yuan's dance,
Back to poetry itself.
A river that ends in Hunan,
But it flows through everyone's heart in China.
Salvage or search.
No matter how fast the dragon boat is,
Time flies.
Dragon Boat Festival, China people,
A spontaneous festival.
Salvage for thousands of years,
For thousands of years,
Should be more important than anything else.
A great theme,
A great man,
A painful question mark and period,
A stone asking for directions and a stone,
Search head,
Standing by the river all the time.
Guluo River, a river that flows forever,
The glory of poetry and the river of dreams.
Dragon Boat Festival students' classic modern poetry recitation manuscript 5 Dragon Boat Festival mood
Green zongzi leaves,
Sweet glutinous rice,
Immersed in thoughts.
Heavy,
One grain at a time,
Countless sweetness,
Wrapped in warm blessings.
Like a green boat,
Raise the green heart sail,
According to a soft lady.
Riding the warm wind in May,
In distant places,
From my heart full of encouragement,
Fuck your heart.
Dragon Boat Festival students' classic modern poetry reading manuscript 6 Dragon Boat Festival feelings
The country is ruined and the family is ruined. ...
There are thousands of pounds of boulders and shocking thoughts of compassion that cannot be put into use.
I don't know how the ancient Chu State was a withered flower.
For example, I have never been to Guluo River in Hunan.
Perhaps, the frustrated years of life can't shed all the blood and tears in your heart.
Perhaps, the moment poetry gushes out, it can't change the thin sunshine on your face. ...
Too much affection makes you feel helpless about Long Road.
Too many dreams make your bloody life melt in the crying river.
Jingchu cried all the way to the neighboring Xiaoxiang,
Blood and tears make the whole China feel dejected. ...
From then on, for more than two thousand years, this day in May was called Duanyang.
This is called nostalgia. Nostalgia is a lofty and great imagination.
Your ode to orange, your Li Sao, your nine songs and your nine chapters. ...
I can't stop your sadness and melancholy.
You made the romantic ballads of Chu Ci widely sung in China,
You let the lifelong regret disappear with yourself and drown in the Guluo River.
I don't know how many poets like you have been ruined by the soil of feudal times.
I don't know how many talented people are still suppressing unrestrained thoughts in today's world of mortals ...
May my clumsy poems become a breeze around you,
May my bad wine offer you the bright sunshine of all days in spring, summer, autumn and winter.
Dragon Boat Festival students' classic modern poetry recitation draft 7 Dragon Boat Festival
Mother brought steaming zongzi to the table.
Daughter, son and wife smell the fragrance of zongzi.
Gather around.
Mom handed me one casually and said, taste it and see if it tastes good.
At this moment, my heart is suddenly empty.
I think something is missing-
Qu Yuan, what you care about is your motherland.
I just want my father now.
Dragon Boat Festival students' classical modern poetry recitation manuscript 8 zongzi
the 5th day of the fifth lunar month
We use the simplest method
Mourn for a great poet.
Reed leaf
A pinch of glutinous rice
silk thread
Wrap the blessing tightly
Put it in a pot more than two thousand years ago.
Boil out the poetic charm-perfume.
Dragon Boat Festival students' classic modern poetry recitation manuscript 9 Dragon Boat Festival sleepwalking
This is my motherland.
Cloudy, with long nights and short days.
I am a baby.
Miss your heart
The high wall alienated me from the king.
The hunger trap destroyed the six countries.
Xiaosha, my hometown, I crawl at your feet.
In my dream, I was covered in blood and healthy.
Honesty and advice are exchanged for folding our wings among the people.
Huating got drunk at the banquet and dance in Chu Palace.
Outside Du Ying.
Hungry and cold, crying again and again
From the perspective of Hanbei, Chu is romantic.
The sword in Li Sao refers to the sky.
The war burned my dignity and I dreamed of being buried.
All vagrancy and fantasy.
Full of suffering
All ambition and frustration.
Feather poetry line
I was exiled in "Song of the South"
Only broken mountains and rivers
Treasure in the blood
Wake up from a dream with wet cheeks and messy temples.
I want to break the alliance with Zhang Yi.
Tian Lei invaded and defeated Won.
ChuSheng scattered in succession.
Cry when singing Long song.
If you want to kill a thief, there is no way!
Ann can use vast white.
Secular dust?
A continuous stream of Hunan
Fish belly coffin loyal bone!
No matter how time flies for thousands of years.
How to rewrite history when the country has changed?
There is an eternal yearning.
Because in everyone's heart, there is a motherland.
That's our mother!
Dragon Boat Festival students' classic modern poetry recitation manuscript 10 Dragon Boat Festival Rain Soul
There is a voice, gently calling, calling.
This call brought me from my dream to the shore.
Listen, the voice of nature is coming from the distant horizon.
Walking out of the ancient pagoda in the rain curtain surrounded by swallows,
I opened my eyes and looked out of the window quietly.
A smell of Aidan floated out from the crack of the door.
With clean rain-
I looked out of the window for a long time, and it was already dawn and white.
You can still see the dim light through the curtains.
I feel the call around me, in my heart.
It's getting longer. I gently woke up my wife and children,
Open the umbrella and walk out of the house. The door is full of attractive Ai Xiang.
I am lazy. I never go out early.
Only the spirits of the Dragon Boat Festival are shouting, climbing ancient pagodas, singing strong winds and flying clouds.
I searched in the rain, looking for my soul,
The light rain is thin, I touch, smell and kiss.
I already feel the chord rhythm in my heart. Swallows around the ancient pagoda,
Dancing with the dance music, it is as long as the trombone.
I suddenly stopped climbing the stairs, stretched out my arms and hugged the rain soul.
Suddenly, an understanding comes from the heart. Life is like going uphill or downhill,
Either climb up, this is the call of the rain soul.