Poetry reading composition 1 "It was the cotton trees in southern Xinjiang that taught me warmly ..."
The voice of reading "China Youth" came from the corridor.
Everyone is preparing for the final poetry reading next Wednesday. In the corridor, the sound of our rehearsal is particularly eye-catching.
I walked forward with a book in my hand: "The story of spring resounds all over the country ..." With emotion, everyone was rehearsing seriously, for fear that the activity next Wednesday would be messed up. Whenever the bell rings, we all pick up books, rush out of the classroom, line up, start queuing and start rehearsing. Although there are boys making trouble, we still concentrate on rehearsing carefully. ...
With the speed of our rehearsal, Wednesday will move forward with time!
"The motherland is in our hearts, and the June 1 poetry reading will officially begin!" Both temporary hosts made their own impromptu speeches at the scene, which improved the atmosphere of the scene a lot.
"Next, please bring us China youth in Chinese!" As Wang Wenjia is away, we can only replace him with Qian Jia.
"Coming from the treasure island surrounded by blue waves ..." As soon as the music rang, our feelings merged into the artistic conception of this poem.
"Ah, this is our China. This is the China teenager! " At the end of the last reading, the audience applauded warmly, which brought us back to reality. We held hands and bowed deeply to the audience.
One minute on stage, ten years off stage.
The applause of the audience is the best reward for our rehearsal these days.
On Monday, our class held a poetry recitation to exercise students' courage and understand their reading level.
I'm glad that the whole class took an active part and practiced hard before. I hope their group can become the "best group". Of course, members of our group are no exception. After I gave them the manuscript, they practiced carefully after class and listened to my teaching.
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"The first poetry recital of Class 6 (3) officially begins", and the host has a loud voice. Then, a wonderful program began. All the students in front have improved their reading level. Wei, Shao Chuhao and Jin Ruonan, who are usually taciturn, recite very well. I have to admire them!
I'm really worried about Chen Junwei in our group. I'm afraid he will forget the words or play badly. ...
"Let's welcome Xie Wenrou's combination!" At the order of the host, we went on stage. As soon as the score rang, I recited it fluently and emotionally with leisurely steps, but there was a little panic in my voice, fearing that Chen Junwei would make mistakes. He and Fang appeared in turn, and it was their turn. My hands are sweating, and the school uniform that has been pulled tightly makes me feel uncomfortable. I saw Chen Junwei take the first step, and the whole class stared at him. Oh, I was so nervous that I couldn't help pulling Yi Rui's hand. Her hands are warm and make me feel comfortable. Chen Junwei slowly uttered the first word, the first sentence, his voice was so powerful, coupled with appropriate movements and expressions, it was perfect. I breathed a sigh of relief and smiled I didn't expect Chen Junwei to be outstanding and recite so well. I hope he can recite every sentence so powerfully and perfectly. Time is running out and our recitation is over. I am very satisfied with Chen Junwei's plays. The teacher also praised us and said, "Your group performed very well, not only dressing the, but also music and recitation." I am very happy! Chen Junwei has added luster to our group, and my heart is full of joy, with an unspeakable joy.
The recitation was over, and our group was rated as the "best group". Everyone is happier than anything!
I can't tell you what I got from this poetry reading. I saw my own ability, and let Chen Junwei step onto the stage magnificently; Seeing that our group is United and actively cooperating, I am very satisfied with the recitation; I also saw a brand-new Chen Junwei, a Chen Junwei who fought for the honor of her own group!
I will never forget this activity!
Yesterday, the teacher gave us an assignment and asked us to prepare materials. We plan to hold a poetry recital on Mother River. Everyone is very happy to hear that.
After returning to China, I found many poems about Mother River on the Internet. Finally, I discussed with two classmates and decided to read aloud the poem Ode to the Yellow River. After the rehearsal, we wait for tomorrow's recitation with confidence.
The next day finally arrived, and everyone could not wait.
We were the first to play, both nervous and excited. "I'm standing at the top of the mountain ..." I read with emotion. At this moment, there seems to be a surging Yellow River in front of me. Like a roaring lion, like a heroic dragon running from Bayan Kara Mountain to the Yellow Sea, the waves beat against the coast and water droplets splashed everywhere. After reading it, the audience applauded warmly.
Next, some students recited some poems, such as Mother River, Let's Go Together in the Next Life, Song of the Yangtze River and so on. Every poem gets better and better.
After the recitation, I think, Mother River has nurtured the ancient and great Chinese civilization and generations of Chinese sons and daughters. As descendants of the Chinese people, we should protect our mother river and let it have the purest clean water and the most majestic power.
Yesterday afternoon, the sun was shining, and white clouds were floating in the sky, hanging in the sky like cotton candy. In this beautiful autumn, the school held a poetry recital, and my mother, aunt and uncle Yang Kai all came. I rehearsed very hard the other day as soon as I had time. Zhang's mother gave up her lunch break in order to get good grades in our class and invited her uncle to rehearse for us. Teacher Wang also tries hard to guide us where to be slow and where to have feelings. In order to get good grades in the competition, we all rehearsed hard.
By noon, the students had had enough lunch. Zhang's mother makes up and ties us boys. The boys are wearing black shirts, trousers, black shoes and white-collar ties. I look at you, you look at me, and I think everyone is particularly handsome. These girls stink. They want to change into a pink gauze skirt with pink petals, a big bow around their waist, a pink bow on their heads and shiny black shoes on their feet. They are very beautiful. When we lined up in the playground, we observed other classes. I think our class is the most beautiful, and I am very proud.
Prepare for the performance. Miss Wang takes us backstage. First, we wait in line for the end of the last class. Teacher Wang said that we ranked fourth, and each of us was very nervous. Soon, it will be our turn to go on stage. First the third row goes first, then the second row, and finally the first row. When I stood on the stage, I said to myself, "Be sure to relax, relax, you can recite poems with emotion." Teacher Wang gave me a small task, which is called one two three. My mother said to me, "Although this task is rare, it is very important. If you forget this task, our class will be in chaos. "
Our class finally finished reciting this poem, and the audience below applauded us. I think our class two or four is the best, with a loud voice and full of emotions. Our attention is to express this poem with our best performance.
My mother and I both think this kind of exercise is very good for us. It allows us to exercise our courage and cooperate with all our classmates. Class 24, let's go!
An Unforgettable Poetry Competition Today, the sun is shining. The 7th Children's Poetry Reading Competition of "Niujinzhai Cup" in Shantou City was held grandly by the fountain of Huaqiao Park. The game won't start until 2 pm. I entered the Overseas Chinese Park an hour early, thinking I was early. But as soon as they arrive, many parents make up their children, and some parents talk endlessly about giving their children pre-competition guidance. The serious lineup makes me feel that it is not the children who want to play, but the parents who want to play. At two o'clock in the afternoon, the game began in people's eager anticipation.
Every player played his best on the stage, and I admire his standard pronunciation and sincere feelings. Among the contestants, the youngest is a kindergarten child. For this competition, she should have made careful preparations. I saw her calm and confident on the stage. When she read aloud, she shook her head and sang rhythmically, which won warm applause from the audience. What attracted me most in this competition was the program "Dialogue between Poetry and Books". I saw Chen skillfully playing "Mountain Flowing Water", and the melodious piano sound reminded me of Bai Juyi's "Pipa Travel": big strings are humming like rain, and small strings are like secret words. Humming, whispering-and then mixing together, like pouring large and small pearls into a plate of jade. Accompanied by this melodious piano sound, Zheng He, two students in the calligraphy class, splashed ink on the paper and wrote a couplet on the spot: Children sing a new special zone and enjoy a new life.
The majestic Chinese characters made the audience feel an uproar. The young host is in charge of reciting poems. The poem "Shantou, My Hometown" she recited was written by President Niu Jinzhai Yang himself! After more than two hours of fierce competition, * * * selected a grand prize, two first prizes, five second prizes and thirty-nine third prizes, as well as a best typhoon award, a best potential award and a best image award.
These winners not only won rich prizes, but also took photos with the hosts of radio and TV stations as a souvenir, which is really enviable!
Poetry recitation composition 6 What is poetry? Poetry is a street lamp, illuminating our direction; Poetry is a boundless sea, from which "treasure" can be excavated; Poetry is a key that can help us open the door to knowledge. Today, there is a poetry reading in our class. Come and have a look with me!
After Lin Yicheng briefly described the rules of recitation, we began.
First of all, Bing Wang, Wang Zheyu and others read the poem "Little Bridge". After reading it, my mind seemed to see the little bridge where the author walked back to his hometown. What a sweet picture! Author Jin Bo expressed his nostalgia for his hometown in beautiful language, which is the charm of poetry!
Next, it's our group's turn, and my heart is always uneasy, just like fifteen buckets of water-up and down. Because I am not good at reading, I often can't read my feelings. We walked to the front of the platform, lined up and began to recite "Night, Entering the Forest". Soon, it was my turn. At this time, my heart suddenly calmed down a lot. When I read "Their life is very hard", I saw the scene of bobcats and their children starving and freezing in the cave. They are really a one-dollar dish-two baskets (difficult)! When I read "I want to run around in the dark", I seemed to see bobcats looking for food in garbage dumps and streets again. They are so sad and great! When we read "as if walking into poetry and painting", a quiet and beautiful forest seemed to appear in front of my eyes. Finally finished reading, the whole class sounded an avalanche of applause. ...
It's time to read China Youth. We all stood up, and these words, which were originally difficult to read, are now flowing like clouds. We finished reciting the poem in a high and proud voice.
It's finally time to read the first prize. Listening to their poems, I seem to have entered the world of poetry. I am intoxicated by beautiful sentences and beautiful language. Those rhetorical devices are even more beautiful when added to poetry.
Poetry can not only make people feel relaxed and happy in Zhi Tao, but also feel the charm of poetry!
The sixth unit of our Chinese textbook is a comprehensive learning unit with the theme of "knocking on the door of poetry". At the beginning of this unit, the teacher set goals and tasks: collecting and sorting out his favorite poems and choosing a poem for the whole class in the study group.
Everyone is busy preparing and looking forward to it excitedly. On Friday afternoon, our class finally ushered in this "poetry recitation", and the students' mood was not much higher!
To be fair, the teacher asked the leaders of eight study groups to go to the podium and draw lots to decide the order of each group's appearance. Our team members said to the team leader Chloe Wang, "Never draw'1'! Better draw' 8'! Otherwise, see how we' clean up' you! " Chloe Wang walked up slowly, grabbed it and walked down at once. All our team members witnessed this "historic" moment-"signing the contract"-"8". The whole group was jubilant at once, and at the same time, they did not forget to show off to other groups.
Before reading aloud, the teacher positioned each of us as a civilized listener and an excellent judge. Look! The first appearance is Xu Wenzhuang's group. There was a sudden silence off the field, and even the gasps of the players could be heard clearly.
It seems that the first-team team didn't go well and only got 6 points. After that, six teams also finished the game one after another, so it was our turn. On the platform, a strong sense of tension made my feet tremble. Probably everyone is very nervous, so the process of reciting is not very smooth. After the recitation, we went back to our seats somewhat depressed. As a result, our group unexpectedly won the third place with 8.4 points. Unfortunately, it is only 0. 1 point less than the second place.
Today, in order to learn more about poetry, students in our class held a poetry recitation.
The teacher came into the classroom with the spring breeze, and the students could not wait long.
The game is on! Two small hosts smiled and told the audience the rules of the game. The contestants are very nervous and read their own poems from time to time. The judges are all looking forward to this recital.
At this time, the contestants can finally go on stage to recite. Applause came from time to time. In the welcome of applause, the first batch of male students generously stepped onto the platform, bent down to the audience and the judges like gentlemen, and their faces were filled with bright smiles. They calmly recited one Tang poem after another, and everyone was intoxicated with this wonderful moment. When the host's sweet voice came from the microphone, everyone nodded to them, and I smiled with satisfaction and clapped my hands.
At this time, the second batch of female students also entered the arena. They greeted us like ladies with angelic smiles on their faces. But at first, I might stutter a little because of nervousness, so I sweated for them, but then they began to recite aloud. Although the speed is relatively fast, it can also leave a comfortable feeling.
More and more players took to the stage to perform and gradually entered the climax. The applause is getting louder and louder, and the shouts of the audience are getting louder and louder.
The little actors are performing better and better, and the poems are getting better and better! Even the birds outside the window seem to be attracted by this and quietly stop at a distance to look at us.
It's time to draw to a close, that is, when the prize is awarded. The contestants looked nervous and stared at the rankings, hoping that those students who worked hard would also win prizes. When the winners came out. The award-winning students couldn't help cheering. Looking at the red flowers issued by the teacher, my eyes were full of happiness, and I smiled with relief. Birds are chirping outside the window, too. Congratulations to our winner. The first poetry recital is over!
This is really a meaningful game!
Poetry Reading Composition 9 The poetry reading meeting of the fourth grade last semester has always been in my mind, and I will never forget it. That afternoon, I saw Miss Li happily enter the spacious classroom and said with a smile, "Students, there will be a poetry recitation in the multi-functional classroom tomorrow afternoon. Please be prepared! " After listening to this, I am both excited and excited. Liu Qianyun next to me said to me in a soft voice, "Let's still be a group!" I jumped three feet for joy, almost nine days!
After repeated discussions, Liu Qianyun and Zhang Yanqi and I went to collect relevant information. Tang Hengqi went to print our respective data. After the division of labor, we were all dissolved. I saw all the other students in the class in full swing. When I got home in the afternoon and finished my homework, it was already hazy and I couldn't go to the bookstore to collect information. I reluctantly went into the bedroom and fell asleep with anxiety.
The next day, I walked into the classroom with anxiety. I thought they would blame me, but I didn't expect them to forgive me and let Tang Hengqi and I do printing work.
In the afternoon, when we stepped into the multi-functional classroom again and learned that we were the first performers, our confidence was thrown out of the cloud, because the first performance would inevitably be a little nervous. But we use "what an honor it is to play the leading role in the first performance" to suppress this idea. The performance began. When we walked off the stage, applause rang in my ears, and I was secretly relieved. Although there are still many shortcomings in the performance, we deserve to make the next performance more exciting. Looking at every wonderful performance, I have a comfortable smile on my face. In a jubilant laughter, the poetry recital ended.
I thought, "Only with the concerted efforts of Qi Xin and Qi Xin can we create a better tomorrow. We should firmly believe that unity is strength.
Reading the Yellow River in textbooks is like reading a winding and deep stream. Reading the Yellow River under the cattail fan is like reading the flashing light of fireflies; Reading the Yellow River in a dream is like reading a mother leaning against the door to call her children's intimacy; Reading the Yellow River in Tang poetry is like reading the heroic spirit in Into the Wine!
"How can the water of the Yellow River move out of the sky into the ocean and never return?" Magnificent, "The Yellow River is meandering in Wan Li, and the waves sweep across the horizon", solemn, "The Yellow River is far above the white clouds, and the Wan Ren Mountain is an isolated city", solemn, "The desert is lonely and the Yellow River gathers yen", and steep. How can I not make my heart surge and my thoughts flood?
Yesterday, the teacher gave us an assignment and asked us to prepare materials. We plan to hold a poetry recital about Mother River. Everyone is very happy to hear that.
After returning home, I found a lot of poems about the mother river on the Internet, copied them into my notebook, and found some classmates to discuss them together. Finally, I decided to read aloud the poem Ode to the Yellow River. After the rehearsal, our group waited for tomorrow's recitation with confidence.
The next day finally arrived, and everyone could not wait. Our group was the first to play, and I was nervous and excited. "I am standing at the top of a high mountain ..." I read with emotion. Huh? Why is there no sound? I quickly slapped Dong Danping next to me, and she was fascinated. After our group reading was successful, warm applause and cheers rang out from the audience.
Next, some students recited "Mother River", "Let's Go Together in the Next Life", "Song of the Yangtze River" and so on. Each one is better than the other, and each one is more wonderful.
After the recitation, I think, Mother River has nurtured the ancient and great Chinese civilization and generations of Chinese sons and daughters. As descendants of the Chinese people, we should protect our mother river and let it have the purest clean water and the most majestic power. ...