Poetry Reading Composition 1 Last Friday, it was the "Poetry Reading Contest" held by Teacher Ye of our class. Before the contest, the classroom was obviously not as noisy as before, but much quieter. Just when I was surprised, I looked up. Wow! It turns out that everyone is reading and working hard.
"Jingle …" The bell rang and everyone who was "busy" woke up. At this moment, everyone has an idea in their hearts: the game has begun!
Teacher Ye took part in the speech contest. If you look carefully at this moment, you will find an interesting thing. Every student has a different expression on his face. Look! Some students are full of confidence and bravely challenge the competition; Some students are shivering and seem to be afraid; Other students are on pins and needles. They all stared at the book as if they were not ready. And I, alas! Although I am not nervous, I am afraid, because I am afraid of making mistakes when I recite on it. It is "worrying about going forward and worrying about retreating." No sooner had Mr. Ye finished speaking than he gave us the throne.
The students in the first, second and third groups came up one by one. With the belief of "I am the champion", everyone bravely stepped onto the stage, only listening to the melodious reading sound and dispersing around; The rhythm of reading drifts to the east, west, north and south. Except for some nervous students who "rubbed their feet" or forgot some "lines" on the stage, all the other students were fine.
Gradually, the tense atmosphere gradually disappeared, because some students made some funny moves in order to arouse everyone's laughter and applause. Just like student Liang Yaolin, like a dancer, they "danced" while reciting on it, making everyone laugh their heads off, and some fell on the table, banging on the table, and fell to the ground exaggeratedly, unable to get up. Teacher Ye managed to "manage" us and let the game continue.
Time passed quietly, and it was our turn to the fourth group. I silently counted: "There are ten ... five ... four, four ..." It's my turn soon. My disappointed feet have been shaking slightly. Lin Ruohan, my deskmate, took to the stage. I was thinking that students who are worse than me can also take the stage. Why can't I do it?
Lin Rehan ran down like a rabbit after watching it, so I had to stagger up. I took a careful breath on the stage, trying not to let my classmates find out. After standing up, I looked straight at the blackboard behind me, and then unconsciously recited: "To Wang Lun" Tang, Li Bai ... "
At the end of reciting, I was just secretly glad that there were no mistakes ... ah! ..... alas! Looking at the smiling faces of my classmates, I know that I have made another old mistake, because whenever I recite this poem, I always recite "not as good as Wang Lun" as "not as good as Wang Lun". I blushed at once, corrected my mistake and walked off the stage in a panic. ...
The reading is over. Although I didn't perform very well, I beat myself. All I know is that it's a hundred times better than nothing. I didn't get any consolation prize, but I have this sentence:
"The opportunity has come, bring it a chair and keep it for yourself!"
/kloc-On a weekend afternoon at the end of October, Mr. Hu said in the class, "Students, in order to improve your language expression ability and enhance your self-confidence, I want to hold a' Golden Wave' poetry recital in our class. Please choose a children's poem of Jinbo according to your own situation and participate in the recitation, so that you can show your personal strengths and anyone who is willing to participate can sign up. "
The students all chose their favorite poems. The name of the poem I chose is "Compose for March". According to everyone's choice, the teacher divided the whole poem recitation into two chapters: the first chapter is about nature, mainly Jin Bo's poems describing natural beauty; The second chapter is emotion, mainly Jin Bo's poems describing the feelings between people. The concert also elected four hosts: I, Song Yukun, Du,. The arrangement of our four hosts is: Song Yukun and I will host the nature article, Du He will host the emotion article, and finally the four of us will end together.
This Thursday afternoon, I went to the Cultural Palace to rehearse and walked into the studio on the second floor. I'm excited, but I'm nervous and afraid to forget my words. I have been playing drums in my heart, but after reading aloud and fluently on stage, I gradually calmed down. Some students can't control their nervousness after taking the stage, forget the words and have unclear pronunciation. The teacher pointed out one by one that everyone should make targeted corrections according to their own shortcomings.
The performance will be held on Friday. At noon, my mother bought me a beautiful suit and a pair of shiny pink boots, which I like very much. At 7: 30 in the evening, I arrived at the studio on time, sat in my seat and watched the stage excitedly. The background on the stage is "colorful flower season-poetry reading", imagining the beginning of the program. At this moment, I saw Mr. Hu wearing a pink dress and walking slowly onto the stage. She announced loudly: "Students, the' Jinbo' poetry recital begins now, please invite the host to play!" The audience applauded warmly. Song Yukun and I walked from both sides of the stage to the center and recited the host's words aloud with emotion. Then, the students stepped onto the stage one by one, holding microphones and reciting their favorite poems loudly. What impressed me the most was Zhu Huiya's Green Grass, which was so lively and lovely. Jiang's cucurbit silk performance "Moonlight Bamboo" is euphemistic; Song Yukun's We Love the Motherland is sincere and magnificent. Shows the versatility of students. Finally, the news of spring and the Woods in the rain recited by more than forty people in the class were loud and neat, which pushed the whole party to a climax.
This activity allowed us to enjoy many beautiful poems. Through the students' eloquent recitation, we appreciated the charm of poetry. Everyone showed their talents, enhanced their self-confidence, and loved learning and reading beautiful poems and essays more. This activity will leave a deep imprint on the hearts of each of our classmates.
Poetry Reading Composition 3 "Poetry Reading Meeting" When these five powerful chalk characters were neatly written on the blackboard by Jingchao Wang, the whole class chattered like bombs. Wei Yuzhuo and Wang Siya have been practicing the poems they want to recite by my side, and I am lazy on my desk, but I am very uneasy about my poor poem.
"How wonderful nature is! Throughout the ages, many poets praised nature with his gorgeous language ... "Let's welcome Wei Yuzhuo and Wang Siya to recite the poem Xuan Ji. "When the low and slightly vicissitudes of music sounded, Wei Yuzhuo accurately grasped the rhythm and began to recite immediately after the prelude. She and Wang Siya cooperated very well, and they were completely absorbed in the recitation. They were fascinated by the performance and the atmosphere infected every student present. When their recitation stopped, the music stopped. The students burst into warm applause in unison. Who wouldn't praise such a wonderful and perfect performance?
Wei Yuzhuo and Wang Siya performed very well. The players in the back are under great pressure, but some are still full of confidence. They want to surpass Wang Siya Wei Yuzhuo and give full play to their carefully prepared recitation on weekends. For example, Ji Wang and Wang Yuqiong recited "Listen, the Sound of Snow", which brought us to a snowy world; Wang Bingxing recited "Facing the Sea, Blooming in Spring", telling us to be a strong and optimistic person facing life; Hou Xianyu and Gao Yunke recited "Believe in the Future", and the powerful poems expressed their beautiful yearning for the future; Yang Furong's "I am proud, I am from China" is also well recited, and his affectionate words express his deep love for the motherland. ...
"Who else wants to come up and read it?" This sentence is very clear, and it hits my mind word by word. I am very entangled at the moment, and my hands are shaking and I open my own paper to copy poetry. At this time, I am even more entangled-Xin Di, the author of the poem I recited, who knows this person? The whole poem is only eight lines and two bars, which is poorly written and clumsy, and it is very difficult to read; However, after four or five seconds of silence, no one raised their hands. May I try it? Over time, I was tempted, thinking that no one would raise their hands again, and the host would be impatient. My hand, I don't know why it's up-
Still quiet, why didn't you call me? But I'm particularly afraid to call myself. I feel very contradictory. The last person who called my name was Miss Guo!
On the podium, I was timid, my voice was hoarse and stuttering, and I was extremely nervous. As you can imagine, my performance was terrible. Although my classmates gave me warm applause, I was still unhappy.
Finally, with everyone's unanimous consent, Wang Siya and Wei Yuzhuo performed best, and they recited it again under the guidance of the teacher. Listening to their recitation, I thought to myself: only self-confidence and adequate preparation can win success. I secretly told myself in my heart: If I have another chance, I will seize it and never be timid.
Poetry Reading Composition 4 This afternoon, our school held a reading contest for grades three and four.
As soon as the bell of the first class rang, we couldn't wait to lift the stool and run to the middle of the playground, only to see some students with chairs on their heads; Some students turned the chair upside down and lifted it with their hands; Some students sharbat; Some students read picture books when they are bored; Some students play with toys when they don't want to listen. After a long time, the students all arrived. The host said, "The recitation contest begins now. Please listen to the poetry recitation of Class 32. It's finally our class's turn. The poetry reading in our class is Jiao Zhun Zhun and Hou's "Always With a Grateful Heart". The poems they recited were very beautiful. When they recite, they smile and perform while reciting. Their voices are very nice. Finally, they got 94 points. 34 ranked second in good grades, and the first place was "Motherland, I am proud of you" recited by Class 42. After listening to their recitation, I am proud that I am from China. When I heard them recite "the Loess Plateau is the standing chest of our country, the flowing water of the Yellow River is the boiling blood of our country, the Great Wall is the arm raised by our country, and Mount Tai is the standing heel of our country", my blood was boiling and I thought: motherland, I am proud of you. Motherland, I am proud of you.
Reading poetry is over, but I am still immersed in the passion of reading poetry. I am very excited and can't be calm for a long time.
On September 30th, 20XX, our primary school held a poetry recital to celebrate the National Day and praise the motherland.
At two o'clock in the afternoon, the reading will officially begin. First the younger brothers and sisters in grade one, then the second, third, fourth, fifth and sixth grades.
Don't underestimate the little brothers and sisters in grade one or two. They are very serious, expressive and vocal. "What a good recitation!" I blurted out this sentence and saw that the students in Class 3, Grade 5 had finished reciting it. Then, Mr. Xiong said to us loudly, "Come on, it's time to recite!" " "I immediately ran to collect.
After a while, the students in class 6 1 finished reciting perfectly. Our class strode onto the stage. I looked at my classmates and teachers, and my heart was pounding. Wang Han started reading: "Our great motherland is rich and strong now …" Then, we sang a song "Motherland, I will sing a song for you". Then, I officially recited "Motherland, I sing a song for you, praising your brilliant achievements and your great mountains and rivers." The Yellow River rushes away, and the Yangtze River rolls in, washing away the shame you have suffered and ushering in a glorious 2 1 century ... "I recite the words sentence by sentence. Facing the students in the audience, I am getting more and more nervous, for fear of mispronouncing a word and affecting the class honor. After reciting the third paragraph, I quietly looked at Ying Jiajia next to me. At such an important reading meeting, he recited carefully and was not nervous at all. After seeing him, I was no longer nervous. My classmates and I are reciting affectionately.
Ah! I seem to see the solemn Tiananmen Square and the magnificent Three Gorges Hydropower Station. At the Olympic Games, the five-star red flag was raised in Ran Ran, and people all over the country rejoiced and celebrated the National Day. The students in the audience, with our recitation, saw the prosperity and progress of the motherland and sang for the motherland ... After the recitation, the students in the audience applauded us warmly. We excitedly walked off the stage and continued to enjoy the performances of other classes.
After class six and class three finished reading, the host announced the reading results. Our class won the first place in the senior group! We jumped for joy. Although it began to rain, we cheered and sang.
This is really a meaningful reading!
Poetry recitation composition 6 "Didn't you say that you will recite when you are free?" Three or four groups! Missluan began to give orders to the "little soldiers" and the students "suddenly realized".
Hearing this, my flesh seems to be shaking and my nervousness comes to my mind. Alas, I seem to be nervous as soon as I go on stage! Alas, why is this? "Coming from the towering plateau, I am the snow lotus on the iceberg ..." "No way, I can only resign myself to fate!" I folded my hands and muttered silently. "This is the China boy!" The students gave them applause. Ah! It's our turn I grabbed the book angrily and ran to the platform.
"From the lofty plateau, I am the snow lotus on the iceberg." "Coming from the treasure island surrounded by blue waves, I am a swallow in the sea breeze." I took a deep breath. "From the vast grassland, I am a young eagle soaring under the blue sky." Yeah, that's good. "In grandma's song, I babbled, and the story of Nu Wa and Dayu lingered in my ears." I don't know why, my legs began to tremble, and I felt that the whole person was going to be paralyzed, which was caused by nervousness again! My heart is pounding like a fish out of water. My voice began to tremble a little imperceptibly. I don't know what happened to my head. I actually read "Wen" as "Wen" and "hip-hop". I heard the bustling laughter below and suddenly felt like I had a fever. After reading it, I returned to my seat without saying a word. I seem to feel thousands of eyes staring at me. I really want to get into a hole.
Alas, failure ...
Today, our class and 1 1 class held a unique poetry reading contest in the conference room.
The students in the two classes are eager to try and tit for tat, which makes the big classroom full of strong gunpowder. Before the game, class songs were exchanged. 1 1 Class's class song is "We are all good children", and the tune is slow and urgent, which is fascinating. Our class song is "Love is in our hearts". In order not to be defeated, every student in our class integrated his true feelings and sang with his heart, and finally won the applause of the audience.
The game officially started. The first group, monitor Cui, recited a Mid-Autumn Festival first, which was carefully prepared by our group, so that they could get a head start. As a result, our group lost a better program, and the momentum immediately dropped a lot.
It's the fifth group's turn. Fu Xingjia recited "My Grandma", which was a very touching story: when I was a baby, my grandmother picked me up from the grave and raised me with great pains. When I want to repay my grandmother, she is dying. I can't help crying because I can't stand being touched. "When I came home with the 50,000 yuan I earned to honor my grandmother, she was lying in the hospital bed and I fell at her pomegranate skirt." When reading this, Fu Xing's family suddenly fell to the ground with a sad face and tears in his eyes. The audience was moved by his true feelings and applauded like thunder, which set off the climax of the game. Finally, all the members of their group recited the unforgettable 5. 12 >, when they read "Mom, don't worry about me, there are more children who need you", my eyes came up with that heartbreaking picture: in the ruins, many children cried in despair in the dark, and a pair of frightened eyes anxiously waited for their mother to save them. I was in tears and sobbed.
The most interesting thing is Xin Jian's group. After reading, she raised her upper eyelids, her eyes widened, her mouth deliberately made an "O" shape, her hands were placed on her waist, and her palms kept waving upward. Watching her antics, the audience burst into laughter: some students couldn't stand straight on the table, some students laughed stagger, several people crowded together, and some students tried to wipe their eyes with their hands.
The game is drawing to a close, and there is still some time left. We have a singing activity. Our class is a land of crouching tiger, hidden dragon, and all of them are brilliant. 1 1 class had to give up. Finally, the competition ended in a beautiful "woman flower" of their class teacher.
Although our group didn't get the ranking, this unique poetry recital will remain in my memory forever!
In order to celebrate the centenary of Wenfeng Primary School, our school organized a poetry reading contest. Our class made careful preparations and expressed their love for our lovely school.
The recitation competition finally arrived, and all our fourth-grade teachers and students came to the venue. Everyone's face is full of happy smiles and excited about the coming reading contest. The recitation competition officially started at two o'clock in the afternoon, and the recitation of our class was arranged to appear in the third place by drawing lots. Although the competition hasn't started yet, every student in our class listens carefully to the recitation of other classes and whispers the advantages and disadvantages of other classes. I want to give myself more experience and better cope with the competition in our class by watching other classes recite.
The competition in our class is coming soon. Each of our classmates is marching forward on the stage, and everyone wants to be as energetic as a tiger that has been going down the mountain. Looking at so many pairs of eyes under the stage after queuing, I suddenly felt a little nervous and sweaty. Even if I accidentally made a mistake, the key to being criticized by the teacher is not to affect the performance of the class. I tried to control my nervousness, took a deep breath slowly and looked up, just to see our teacher Zhang smiling at us. Looking at that familiar and kind smile, my heart suddenly relaxed and I felt full of strength in an instant. As the music played slowly, our recitation officially began. The sonorous male voice and crisp female voice are so beautiful with the accompaniment of music. We put all our feelings for our alma mater into poetry and express our passion with passionate voices. The loud voice, neat movements and beautiful shapes are all so perfect. With the music falling, our recitation ended perfectly and I was deeply relieved. I didn't make a mistake. I'm very happy. My classmates and I returned to our seats in an orderly way. We all smiled happily when we saw a happy smile on Mr. Zhang's face, like a blooming rose.
The poetry reading is over. Through reading, we express our deep feelings for our alma mater, and also exercise our reading level and ability of unity and cooperation.
May our alma mater be more brilliant tomorrow and cultivate more national pillars.
Every time I think of that Friday, I think of the enthusiastic poetry reading contest.
It was a sunny afternoon, and Teacher Ye organized the students to have a poetry reading contest.
Before the competition, the students are preparing their own poems to recite. Some people are preparing to sing willows, while others are preparing bees. Of course, if life deceives you, this poem is the most fully prepared, and I am no exception.
With the teacher's command, contestant No.2 stood on the stage, chanting "bees" in her mouth and doing actions in her hands. Although he didn't recite very well, he got applause from teachers and classmates.
The atmosphere at the scene is still so warm, I don't know how many players recited it, only knowing that our hands are red and we are still applauding enthusiastically.
When it was time for Chen to recite poems, he went to the podium to recite Bai Juyi's Farewell to Ancient Grass. Suddenly, he seemed to have been stabbed in the neck by a fishbone and blushed on the stage. After a while, he continued to recite, but before long, he stopped and bowed his head. Suddenly, the whole class burst into laughter and Chen was finally ready. This time, he successfully recited the whole poem and walked off the stage with a smile. "Oh, no, I was so busy watching the students' performances that I forgot to recite my own poems! I think. My heart was pounding and I began to recite poems.
After the last classmate finished reciting, I walked to the podium with trepidation. Suddenly, my brain went blank. I just recited it very well, but now I can't remember a word. Thanks to my classmates' tips, I completely recited the following contents, and my heart fell from the sky to the ground, which made me relaxed a lot.
After about twenty minutes, the recitation finally came to a successful conclusion, and the whole class burst into thunderous applause.
Although the poetry reading was over, I still remember the enthusiastic poetry reading.
Poetry reading composition 10 For this reading contest, the students in our class have been working hard for several weeks.
We have been actively preparing for the war since last week. What we see between classes is not the figure of playing, but the situation of students practicing seriously in groups. Students either pace with books while brewing feelings, or get together to discuss the formation of appearance. The opportunity to rehearse in the amphitheater is taken seriously. Looking at the rehearsal of our class, my determination to win is becoming more and more firm-each of us has a completely different formation, and the formation changes when reciting are novel and appropriate. More importantly, we have a magic weapon for the finale-other classes would never expect it. In addition to reciting the poem "China Youth", we also arranged another poem "What is the Motherland", which was put on the table for the audience to taste the performance after reciting "China Youth". Try to be "not shocked by the judges."
As our class is the first to play, the requirements for us are even higher. Usually, the judges are always the first to grasp the most tightly. When the color spotlight hit the stage, our performance began with applause. We went on stage in groups, and I was in the third group. But watching the performances of the first two groups, when I was standing on the stage, my heart was like a bucket of water, jumping up and down for fear that they might miss something. Their voices are like sweet honey juice. They taste beautiful and fragrant at first, touching when they finish, and have a long aftertaste. They took their abilities to the extreme. Maybe they are not the best, but they are definitely the most devoted. The feelings contained in their voices permeated the surrounding air. Stepping onto the stage, the spotlight hits the face, feeling warm, such as the enthusiastic encouragement of the students under the stage. The long light is like a bright corridor, which makes us seem to see the end of the corridor wrapped in glory. Every word we spit out is a step towards the end of the corridor. The whole body is full of light, which makes our every word full of passion and every movement full of determination to win. The four reciting expressions are also very devoted, and every movement seems to touch their precious treasure. I will cheer for them loudly on the stage.
There are also two interesting games interspersed in the recitation competition: singing red songs and learning about the motherland. Both of them are fast-paced games, which adds a bit of excitement to the stadium. In the red song singing competition, our coach Lao Zhang made a mistake, which cost us the championship. However, in Knowledge of the Motherland, other classes were taken away by me and three other students. We made a plan in advance: as long as one person knows a question, everyone will raise their hands, and those who know later will tell others the answer, so that our chances of scoring will be greatly increased. We easily scored four points with this move and won the championship.
Finally, it is time to announce the first prize class in the recitation competition. We couldn't believe our ears when the two classes that won the first prize were read out! We ... aren't we number one? Most students in the class think this is unfair, and some even swear with indignation. I used to think that the judges' judgment was unreasonable, but later I realized that the process of the competition was more important than the result. Winning the first prize in the competition is not the ultimate goal, but training yourself and sprinting better is the true meaning.