Ancient poetry suitable for group recitation

1. Ancient poems suitable for collective recitation

Ancient poems suitable for collective recitation include Yue Fei's "Man Jiang Hong", which is majestic, magnificent and has a strong appeal. .

Original text of the work: "The River is Red, Angry Hair Rushes to the Crown" (Yue Fei of the Song Dynasty) Angry hair rushes to the crown, leaning on the railing (rail), the mist rain breaks. Looking up, looking up to the sky and roaring, with strong feelings.

Thirty years of fame and fortune are like dust and dust, and eight thousand miles of journey are like clouds and moon. Don't wait and see, the young man's head turns gray, it is empty and sad! The shame of Jingkang is still not over.

When will the hatred of the ministers be destroyed! Driving a long car, crossing the gap in Helan Mountain. The ambition is to eat the meat of Huns when they are hungry, and to drink the blood of Huns when they are thirsty.

Let’s start from scratch, clean up the old mountains and rivers, and face the sky. Translation of the work: I was so angry that my hair stood up and my hat flew off.

Climbing high and leaning on the railing alone, I saw that the sudden wind and rain had just stopped. Looking up at the sky, I can't help but scream up to the sky, filled with the heart of serving the country.

Although he has established some fame over the past thirty years, it is as insignificant as dust. He has traveled 8,000 miles from north to south and has gone through many turbulent lives. Good men, you should seize the time to make contributions to the country, and don't waste your youth in vain and wait for your old age to be miserable.

The shame of the Jingkang Incident has not been washed away to this day. When will the resentment of being a subject of the country be wiped out! I will drive a chariot to attack Helan Mountain, and even Helan Mountain will be leveled.

I am full of lofty ideals. When I am hungry during the war, I will eat the enemy's flesh, and when I am talking and laughing, I will drink the enemy's blood. After I regain the old mountains and rivers, I will report the news of victory to the country with the good news. 2. Ancient poems suitable for collective recitation

Ancient poems suitable for collective recitation include Yue Fei's "Man Jiang Hong". This poem is majestic, magnificent and has a strong appeal.

Original text of the work:

"The River is Red, Angry Hair Rushing to the Crown" (Yue Fei of the Song Dynasty)

Angry hair (hair) rushes to the crown, leaning on the railing (rail), the rain is falling rest. Looking up, looking up to the sky and roaring, with strong feelings. Thirty years of fame and dust, eight thousand miles of clouds and moon. Don't wait and see that your young man's head has turned white, and you are so sad!

Jingkang’s shame is still not over. The hatred of the ministers, when will it be destroyed! Driving a long car, crossing the gap in Helan Mountain. The ambition is to eat the meat of Huns when they are hungry, and to drink the blood of Huns when they are thirsty. Waiting to start over, clean up the old mountains and rivers, and face the sky.

Translation of the work:

I was so angry that my hair stood up and my hat flew off. Climbing high and leaning on the railing alone, I saw that the sudden wind and rain had just stopped. Looking up at the sky, I can't help but scream up to the sky, filled with the heart of serving the country. Although he has established some fame over the past thirty years, it is as insignificant as dust. He has traveled 8,000 miles from north to south and has gone through many turbulent lives. Good men, you should seize the time to make contributions to the country, and don't waste your youth in vain and wait for your old age to be miserable.

The shame of the Jingkang Incident has not been washed away to this day. When will the resentment of being a subject of the country be wiped out! I will drive a chariot to attack Helan Mountain, and even Helan Mountain will be leveled. I am full of lofty ambitions. When I am hungry during the war, I will eat the enemy's flesh. When I am talking and laughing, I will drink the enemy's blood. After I regain the old mountains and rivers, I will report the news of victory to the country with the good news. 3. Poems suitable for collective recitation

Poems that praise the revolutionary motherland and are more majestic are more suitable for collective recitation, and related pictures are easy to find gt; The scenery of Mao Zedong's northeast country is thousands of miles covered with ice and snow drifting across it. Inside and outside the Great Wall, there are only vast rivers running up and down, surging mountains, dancing silver snakes, and galloping wax elephants who want to compete with the gods. The sun is shining brightly.

Expand the ones that praise the revolutionary motherland, which are more majestic and suitable for group reading, and related pictures are easy to find gt; Mao Zedong’s Northeast China scenery is thousands of miles away, covered with ice and snow, looking at the Great Wall inside and outside, only the vast river remains Up and down, the dancing silver snakes on the rolling hills are lost, and the wax elephant wants to compete with the gods. On a clear day, with a tall beard, the red dress and plain clothes are particularly enchanting. There are so many beauties in the country that attract countless heroes to compete. It is a pity that the Qin Emperor and the Han Dynasty lost their literary talents. Tang Zong and Song Zu were slightly less coquettish. Genghis Khan, the genius of the generation, only knew how to bend a bow and shoot big eagles, and many famous people have gone there. They also watched Mao Zedong's independence. In the cold autumn, I went north to the Xiangjiang River to the head of Orange Island to see thousands of mountains covered with red. The forests were dyed, and the river was green. Hundreds of boats competed with each other. Eagles struck the sky and fish flew shallowly. At the bottom of the sky, thousands of frosts compete for freedom, and the outlines ask who is the master of the vast earth. Bringing hundreds of couples to travel, recalling the past, the prosperous years, and the classmates. The young man was prosperous and prosperous, and his business spirit was full of enthusiasm. Fang Qiu pointed out the mountains and rivers, and the words were excrement. In those days, thousands of households did not remember to hit the water in the middle of the stream. Poems about the 12.9 Movement of Langji Feizhou While we are still young, my friends, when the wheel of time rolls over to today, when the calendar clearly shows that December 9 is good, as young people, I believe that none of us No one will forget this day, December 9th. December 9th is an ordinary but extraordinary day. Time goes back to 1935. The sun is still lazy and the winter is still cold and desolate, but the air is flowing rapidly because in the An earth-shattering event occurred in Peiping, the old capital of history. The general student movement was launched to oppose surrender and oppression. Slogans were hung everywhere, fluttering paper sheets were everywhere, small flags were waving everywhere, roaring slogans were everywhere, and blood was everywhere. On this day of boiling youth, the white clouds surged, the sea roared, the Yellow River and the Yangtze River roared, and the earth of China trembled because a ravaged and unyielding nation was awakening, and a country troubled by disasters was fighting. We will not forget, we will not forget this day. , this day sixty-nine years ago: We will never forget, let alone those young people who chanted slogans and distributed leaflets under the terror of the enemy, and did not hesitate to throw their heads and shed blood, respectable and lovely young people. Wait, wait, etc., you can check it online, it’s easy to check.

4. What poems are suitable for collective recitation?

1. "Believe in the Future" The index finger is like a spider web ruthlessly sealing up my stove. When the smoke of ashes sighs the sorrow of poverty, I still stubbornly pave the way for disappointment. The ashes write with beautiful snowflakes: Believe in the future. When my purple grapes turn into late autumn dew, when my flowers nestle in the feelings of others, I still stubbornly write on the desolate earth with frost-covered dead vines: Believe in the future. I want to use my fingers to wave the waves that rush to the horizon. I want to use my palms to hold the sea that supports the sun and sway the dawn. That warm and beautiful penholder writes in a child's handwriting: Believe in the future. The reason why I firmly believe in the future is that I believe in the future. People's eyes have the eyelashes to brush away the dust of history, and the pupils to see through the chapters of the years. No matter whether people express touching tears and deep sympathy for our rotten flesh, the melancholy of the lost path, and the pain of failure, or they give them a contemptuous smile, a bitter taste. I firmly believe that people will give us enthusiastic, objective and fair evaluations of the countless explorations, losses, failures and successes of our spine. Yes, I am anxiously waiting for their evaluations. Friends, please firmly believe in the future. Believe in indomitable efforts, believe in youth that conquers death, believe in the future, love life 2. "The Reader's Song" (1) I want to know why the morning wind wakes up the dewdrops on the earth, and the crystal eyes open. Who can tell me why the moonlight waves clear eyes? The gauze night sky will light up the sky full of stars. I want to know why the blue sky is flying with white clouds, and the mountains and rivers will sound distant songs. Who can tell me why the sun smiles at the rain and fog, and the rainbow will flutter colorful dresses. I want to know why the sea and the sky are far apart. My longing will be particularly warm under the moonlight. Who can tell me why the snowflakes flying in the sky become a kind of spirit when they fall on the branches? I want to know why it is difficult to calm down when I open the window of my soul. Who can tell me why my thoughts fly to Memories of the distant past become young. Let me tell you, friend, because our voices pluck the strings of words. Beautiful emotions touch our hearts. Let me tell you, friend, because our hearts make art possible. The soul of dancing spirit is spread all over the shade of trees in the home of dancing spirit! (2) We come from the fragrance of earth, illuminate the magic of hieroglyphics through the dim light of bamboo slips and oracle bone inscriptions, and appreciate the elegance of gold, wood, water, fire and earth! We walked from the volumes of hundreds of schools of thought and followed the steps of our ancestors in search of the riverbed of materialism and dialectics. We kowtowed to the kings and masters of heaven and earth one by one. We walked from the drumbeat of the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, following the thousands of troops. Reminisce about the bloody dusk in the legend of Wen Tao and Wu Lu with their footprints! We walked from the moss of the bricks and tiles of Qin and Han Dynasties, marched on the heroism measured by the rivers and mountains, built the backs of people's hearts into the Great Wall, and sighed in the gatherings of emperors and generals! We came from the ink fragrance of Tang poetry and Song lyrics, holding luminous cups full of grape wine, listening to the sound of horns in the border villages and the mournful singing of women in the cold night, letting the sorrow of farewell bleach the autumn moon in the heart of the river. We learned from the phonology of Yuan opera and Qiang flute. Walking and looking at the ancient road, the wind chimes ringing in the westerly wind can never call back the heartbroken people traveling alone in the end of the world. The lost mandarin ducks cry June into the white snow! We come from the plots of novels of the Ming and Qing Dynasties. Traveling through mountains and rivers, leaving dangerous peaks behind. Walking through streets and alleys, dreams turn into clouds and smoke. When they enter the house, groups of fox fairies ignore it! We came from the vernacular of the May Fourth Movement, passed through the crowds and hustle and bustle of Shili Foreign Market, stopped at the shops and inns of small mountain towns, and cut the years in the chaos of war! In this way, we have walked all the way, walked into the palace of literature, walked into the wonderfulness of sound, and in the collision of heart and soul, we have our own feelings! In this way, we have walked all the way, setting foot on the pure land of the soul and the stage of art. In the dialogue between emotions and emotions, we have our own spirit! (3) When we recite the clouds and mists surrounding the mountains, we fly into the distance. When we recite the clouds and mist, the deep canyons suddenly become enlightened. When we recite the waves flying in the rivers, we sing joyfully. When we recite the waves, the silent sails spread their wings. When we recite the sun's green seedlings, they glow with glory. When we recite the harvest season of grain seedlings, we enter into glory. When we recite the gentle breeze of the moon, we enter into glory.

We recite the breeze, the calm night becomes soft and fragrant. We recite the blue sky, and the crisp dove whistle sounds in the sky. We recite the dove whistle, and the gospel of peace spreads to all directions. We recite the flowers, and the light bees are busy. We recite the bee's full seeds. Just spread hope when we recite the fields, and the deep land will burst into power. When we recite the vigorous life of the land, it will flourish. When we recite the roaring pines in the forest, it will surge and stir. When we recite the pines, the birds in the forest will sing their dreams! Just like this, we walked through yesterday and today while reciting, letting our moods fly between the lines of poems and beautiful articles, stirring our hearts on the road of life's spring and autumn. Just like this, we recited through the years, through the wind and rain, and sang all the way on the journey of mountains and rivers to let our hearts go. Full of colorful sunshine (4) You recite the birch forest and iceberg flowers with the desire of the black earth. The long skis fly over and splash the fragrance of white magnolia and wild rose! You recite the blue sky and white clouds with the longing of the grassland. The long matouqin sounds by the trail, and the fragrance of fine wine and milk tea floats over. You recite the storm and the scorching sun with the wildness of the vast sea of ??sand. The footprints of the trekkers extend all the way. The spirit of Populus euphratica fills the heart. Oasis illuminated! With the tenderness of the coconut breeze and willow rhyme, you recite the beach and the waves. The fishing nets cast a sigh of longing. The conch trumpets fill the cabin with fish and shrimp. You recite the ancient waterwheels of Mianhai and the grain farm with the melodiousness of the Jiangnan water town. Turning the beautiful legend, the pale blue smoke rises to the horizon, and the morning sun rises. You recite the Huabiao and the Square with the aura of the imperial city and palace. Your deep thoughts remain on the Longnian Ancient Road. Your wise eyes polish the bronzes. You recite the dream of the Special Economic Zone. With the reform and opening up, the rush of people and the race against time, the colorful night sky twinkling, the flying personality, you recite the longing and melancholy memories with the high spirits of a foreign country, looking through the years of hard work, going through wind and rain, and entering the classroom of life. This is how we recite Walking through yesterday, we recite like this to walk through the years until today, through the wind and rain, let our mood fly between the lines of the poems and beautiful articles, and be soul-stirring on the road of life's spring and autumn. On the journey of mountains and rivers, we sing together: let the journey of the heart—— Spreading over - the colorful glow 3. "National Day Poetry Recitation Manuscript" Man: This is my dream Girl: This is also my dream Dahe: This is our Chinese dream (. 5. Looking for ancient poems that are easy to recite collectively

Tang Sui fulfilled his mission

The King of Qin sent people to say to Lord Anling: "I want to use the land of 500 miles to Anling, Lord Anling will grant it to me!" Lord Ling said: "It is very good that the great king will give you a favor. Although I have received the land from the former king and am willing to keep it forever, I dare not change it!" King Anling did not say anything because he sent Tang Ju to Qin. p>

The King of Qin said to Tang Ju: "I want to change Anling with a land of five hundred miles, but Lord Anling will not listen to me. Why? Qin will destroy Han and Wei, but the king will survive with a land of fifty miles. You are the elder, so I don't think so. Now I offer ten times the land to you, but if you are disobedient to me, you will treat me with contempt?" Tang Ju said to him, "No, that's not the case, Lord Anling." The land was guarded by the previous king, and even though it was thousands of miles away, how could it be five hundred miles straight?"

King Qin was furious and said to Tang Ju, "Have you ever heard of the emperor's anger?" Ju said to him, "I have never heard of it." The king of Qin said, "The emperor's wrath has caused millions of corpses to be laid down, and blood to flow for thousands of miles." Tang Ju said, "Has your Majesty heard of the wrath of the common people?" The king of Qin said, "The wrath of the common people, Even if you don't wear your crown and just wear your clothes, you can grab the ground with your head." Tang Ju said: "This is the anger of a mediocre man, not the anger of a scholar. Zhuanzhu's stabbing of Wang Liao is like a comet hitting the moon; Nie Zheng's stabbing of Han puppet is like a white rainbow. On the day of the passing of the sun, the thorns of the emperor were attacked by the barn eagle on the palace. These three sons were all men in common clothes, and they were still angry. , two people lying on the ground, bleeding five steps, the world is pure, it is today." King Qin looked at him, knelt down and thanked him, "Sir, why are you doing this? The decree is: Hu Han and Wei were destroyed, but Anling was only fifty miles away, and Mr. Yi You was the only one left.

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Translation

The King of Qin sent someone to tell Lord Anling: "I want to exchange land with a radius of five hundred miles for Anling. Lord Anling must agree to it! An Lingjun said: "The king gives you a favor and exchanges the big one for the small one. It is very good. Even so, I accepted the fief from the late king and am willing to protect it all the time. I dare not exchange it!" "The King of Qin was not happy. Lord Anling therefore sent Tang Ju as an envoy to Qin.

The King of Qin said to Tang Ju: "I exchanged land with a radius of five hundred miles for Anling, but Lord Anling did not listen to me. , why? Moreover, the Qin State destroyed South Korea and the Wei State, but Lord Anling survived with a land of fifty miles. The reason is because I regard Lord Anling as a loyal elder, so I don't want to take advantage of him. Now I use ten times the land to let Lord Anling expand his territory, but he goes against my wishes. Does he look down on me? Tang Ju replied: "No, that's not the case." Lord Anling accepted the fiefdom from the late king and protected it. He did not dare to exchange the land even if it was a thousand miles around, let alone only five hundred miles of land. "

King Qin became furious and said to Tang Ju: "Have you ever heard of the emperor being angry? Tang Ju replied: "I have never heard of it." King Qin said: "The emperor is angry, millions of people will die, and blood will flow for thousands of miles." Tang Ju said: "Has your Majesty ever heard of common people being angry?" "The king of Qin said: "When the common people are angry, they just take off their hats, go barefoot, and bang their heads on the ground. Tang Ju said: "This is the anger of mediocre and incompetent people, not the anger of talented and courageous people." In the past, when Zhuan Zhu assassinated King Liao of Wu, the tail of a comet swept across the moon; when Nie Zheng assassinated Han Puppet, a white light shot straight up to the sun; when Li was about to assassinate Qing Ji, a goshawk swooped down on the palace. These three people are all courageous people from common people. Before the anger in their hearts could be expressed, heaven sent a sign. (Now, Zhuanzhu, Nie Zheng, and Yaoli) have joined me and will become four people. If a man of talent and courage wants to be angry, he will let the corpses of two people fall down, and the blood will flow five steps away, and the people of the whole country will wear mourning clothes. This is the case today. "(So) he drew his sword and stood up.

King Qin's expression changed, and he knelt down to apologize to Tang Ju: "Sir, please sit down! How could it get to this point! I understand: the reason why Korea and Wei were destroyed, but Anling survived with fifty miles of land, was just because of Mr. ”