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Prose recited by second-year students
# Senior 2 # Introduction Prose is a Chinese vocabulary, and Pinyin is SNWé n, which refers to the glory of literature, the style of writing and the name of style. Prose is a narrative literary genre, which expresses the author's true feelings and flexible writing style. The following is the related information of "Prose Recited by Grade Two Pupils", hoping to help you.

Articles recited by second-year students

Seagulls fly to Dianchi Lake.

Where seagulls fly

Tourists followed closely.

Joy is like a spray.

Ups and downs with seagulls

Wave after wave.

Sky blue is intoxicating.

This lake reflects the vastness of the distant mountains.

Sailboats are scattered on the lake.

Like a fisherman waiting casually.

One in the east.

One is in the west

The isolation fence deliberately cut the lake.

Resting seagulls

Stand side by side in a row.

to chin up and chest out

Like a gentleman in line.

Gazing proudly at the sparkling waves.

Like an angel guarding Dianchi Lake

Visit Dianchi Lake by speedboat.

When the waves fly

How many seagulls are following?

Grab my eyes.

Laugh with tears all over your face

stretch out one's hand(s)

How many chases did you attract?

Take the bread crumbs

Catch the seagull's grain

Flexible and energetic

Like wayward pirates

Seagull pattern

Throw it into the wind.

Enjoy the moment

How many seagulls caught Yun Qi?

back and forth

* * * Enjoy a floating life.

Who knows?

I am a migratory bird.

I am afraid of the cold in winter.

Just for today's friendship.

Let me be free and happy

This is spring in the clouds.

The second part of the short passage recited by grade two students

You are picturesque.

What's it like for you?

Write with the wind

Thought is ink.

Heaven and earth are volumes.

Sahara desert (located in northern Africa)

Play down your outline.

Jiuqu Shisha

Flowing out your long hair

Eyebrows like a willow moon

little star

That must be your intoxicating eyes.

Ah,

Eagle's mouth

Isn't it your aquiline nose?

small cherry-like mouth

Very cute

And shell teeth hidden in the beach

How can it be as clean as snow?

Coral for ears

Set on both sides

How sultry it is!

Skin like water

Clear and smooth

So I touch

I think blowing a bomb can break it.

Clear dew and showers

cannot help doing

Poetry will generally turn into your sweet sweat.

I can't help falling in love with you.

A faint cloud is ashamed of the air.

The sun is shining.

Very beautiful and charming

Do you know that charming face?

Missed a lifetime.

alack

Those four completely different seasons are actually your emotions.

Bloom like spring

Oh, you are lively and cheerful.

As hot as summer.

Oh, you are wild.

Bleak as autumn

Oh, sentimental you.

As silent as winter

Oh, you are unhappy.

as beautiful as a picture

This is you!

A short passage recited by second-year students (Part III)

"Well" is in the deepest part of memory. My mother said, "Don't go to the Woods, there is a well there." Although I don't know why I can't go there with a well, I still believe my mother's words and regard it as a forbidden area. I have never been there.

That mysterious well grew up in my heart, and I constructed countless legends for it with the unique imagination of children, which was terrible in my heart. In my mind, it is an evil black hole full of dead people. In my mind, it is all evil.

I really dare not go near. I'm afraid that once I get close, a dead man will float out of the hole and call me. I am afraid of it.

I like watching the sunset. There is a forest between my home and that well. This side of the forest is my home, where there is a well. Standing in front of my house, I can't find a trace of sadness because of the endorsement of the sunset. Only the sight is blocked, and on the other side of the forest, I can clearly enjoy the whole process of sunset. However, I dare not go there. I'm afraid of this well, so I've never been there.

Kites, I like them very much. For thousands of years, people in China have lost everything, but kites have not been lost. I like the sound of kites and birds flapping their wings when they fly into the sky.

I fly a kite and imagine myself as a gust of wind, running around wantonly and drifting with the wind. As long as the kite can fly.

I bypassed the forest and flew a kite in the field. I try to stay away from forests and wells, a little further, just to feel a little safe.

It's windy. I let go of the line and ran against the wind. I'm not afraid of falling, just running around. I just hope the kite can fly in the sky for a while, for a while.

Running and running, I saw the well. Yes, it's that well. The hole was covered with a broken slate, but a crescent-shaped black hole was still exposed. Is this the well? All the evil incarnations in my heart? Why is it so desolate? This is all evil, an ordinary well.

I can't help laughing at myself. When I was a child, my mother's words planted a seed in my heart. I used my imagination to water and fertilize it, and it grew into an unshakable tree, which deeply influenced me. Unexpectedly, when I saw it today, the tree died and even the roots were gone.

I feel ridiculous for my guess about the well. This is the well that I was afraid of all my childhood. Nothing happened in front of me. I'm safe.

Turning around, I saw the sunset. The sunset here is so beautiful that I don't want to leave.

Waiting quietly for the sun to set, the sky is getting dark, and I am very satisfied at dusk. I think Jing is also, and I think I am in love with this place.

All right, take it off and go home.