Poetry recitation composition

In everyday life, many people are familiar with some widely circulated poems. Poetry is a literary genre with a certain rhythm and rhythm, which vividly expresses the author's rich emotions and reflects social life with highly concise language. Then what kind of poems are praised by everyone? The following are seven poems I wrote for your reference, hoping to help friends in need.

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!

Poetry Reading Composition 2 Today, our class held a poetry reading meeting. I see that all the students in our class are full of confidence, but some students are uneasy and seem to lack confidence. A few minutes later, the teacher announced: "Now start poetry reading!" "

The first batch of students came to the stage, but they didn't recite it seriously or well.

Then it's the second group's turn. Oh, I'm in the second group. I thought, "What should I do if I go up and forget to recite something?" The more I think about it, the more I get scared. Suddenly the teacher called my name. I had to walk up with fear. When I was standing on the platform, my heart was pounding. I recited the poem "One Word" with that trembling voice, but in the middle of it, I forgot what the next sentence was. I feel heavy all over, as if I suddenly fell into the abyss. I thought, "Will this be my end?" Suddenly, my classmates' tips came to my ears and I was pulled out of the abyss. When I finished reciting the next paragraph easily, I only heard thunderous applause from my classmates.

Then another round came to Chen Shuyang. When Chen Shuyang recited a poem, he also added actions to make our classmates sitting under the stage smile from ear to ear.

The last student to recite is Lin Yuning. What he wants to recite is more emotional than before, and all the students sitting under the stage are fascinated.

When awarding prizes, the students who won the first prize surprised us. This student is Lin Yuning.

Although I didn't win the prize in this poetry recital, I was very happy, because it was also helpful for our study.

You want to know what activities the students will hold at the New Year's Day party. Before New Year's Day, you have already begun to prepare for New Year's Day poetry reading. The school no longer organizes New Year's Eve parties. I'm going to organize a class poetry recital. Of course, it can only be held on the premise of excellent grades in our class, and the municipal unified examination is about to take place. I put forward a slogan: fight for 20 days and welcome New Year's Day happily! I also prepared a poem, When You Are Old by Ye Zhi and a short poem by Ye Zhi. When you are old, white-haired, sleepy and dozing in front of the stove, please take this poem down and recite it slowly, dreaming of the soft light and faint shadow of your eyes; How many people have loved your beauty and your joyful and charming youth with sincerity and hypocrisy, but only one person has loved your pilgrim's heart and the sadness on your dying face; When you bend over, beside the burning grate, you will whisper with a trace of sadness and lost love, and now you are stepping up the mountain, and its face is buried in the dense stars.

When you are old, white-haired, sleepy and dozing by the fire, please take this poem down and read it slowly, recalling the tenderness of your past eyes and their heavy shadows; How many people love the beauty, hypocrisy or sincerity of adore you when you are young and happy? Only one person loves your pilgrim soul and the painful wrinkles on your aging face. He hung his head and whispered sadly about the disappearance of love by the red fire. On the mountain overhead, he walked slowly, hiding his face among a group of stars. -1893 when China died, your temples were gray and you were sleepy. Please take down my poetry collection and read it slowly. Dreaming like a dream will refresh your eyes and ears. They are so affectionate and gentle. How many people have loved your radiant charm, your beautiful face, or sincerity, or acting skills, but only one person! He loves your holy and devout heart! When you wash away the lead and grieve for the beauty, she still loves you deeply! The flame in the furnace is warm and bright, and you gently lower your head, whispering for the withered and extinguished love with a touch of sadness. At this time, he is wandering alone in Qianshan, hiding his face behind the stars and staring at you. When you are old, white-haired, sleepy and dozing by the fire, please take this poem down and read it slowly, recalling the tenderness of your past eyes and their heavy shadows; How many people love the beauty, hypocrisy or sincerity of adore you when you are young and happy? Only one person loves your pilgrim soul and the painful wrinkles on your aging face. He hung his head and whispered sadly about the disappearance of love by the red fire. On the mountain overhead, he walked slowly, hiding his face among a group of stars.

-1893 when you are old, gray-haired and sleepy, take a nap by the fire, take down this book and read it slowly, dreaming of the tenderness of your eyes and their deep shadows; How many people love your happy and beautiful time, your beauty, true or false love, but one person loves your pilgrim soul and the sadness on your aging face; He leaned over the burning stove and muttered sadly, how love left, wandering alone in the mountains overhead and burying his face in a group of stars. When you are old, gray-haired, sleepy, and sleepy by the fire, take this book down, read it slowly, and dream back to the soft light and deep wave shadow you once had in your eyes; How many people fall in love with your joyful and elegant moment, your beauty is true or false love, and one person loves your soul facing the mountains and your changing face. With a little sadness, he leaned over the glittering iron railing. How did love escape? He wandered overhead and hid his face in a group of stars.

When you are old, when you are old, tired and sleepy, take this book down and read it slowly, dreaming of the tenderness in your eyes and the depth in your eyes; How many people love your charming time, your beauty comes from hypocrisy or truth, but only one person loves the sincerity of your soul and the bitter wind and frost on your declining face; Bend down and whisper sadly by the red fireplace, how Cupid escaped, wandering in the mountains overhead, hiding his face among the stars. When you are old, white-haired, sleepy and dozing in front of the stove, please take this poem down and recite it slowly, dreaming of the soft light and faint shadow of your eyes; How many people have loved your beauty and your joyful and charming youth with sincerity and hypocrisy, but only one person loves your pilgrim's heart and the sadness on your withered face; When you lean over, beside the burning grate, you will whisper, with a touch of sadness: the lost love has now climbed the mountain and buried your face in the dense stars.

The sky is clear in Wan Li today, but my mood is just the opposite. Why? Because today our class will hold a poetry recital.

When the teacher gave the order, the poetry reading began. Some students in front are challenging, some are dancing, and some are still shivering. When it was my good friend Deng Yue's turn to take the stage, I was thinking: Deng Yue will definitely be better than the classmates in front. Because her grades are among the best in the class, I saw her walk onto the platform with a smile on her face, but Deng Yue was very nervous when reciting, which made me very disappointed.

In the first group, it is Chen who can make the whole class laugh. When he came on stage, the whole class was silent and ready to listen to him recite. Who knows, he suddenly "pooped" and his classmates laughed. When he adjusted his state, he only heard him open his mouth, but he popped up a sentence: "Farewell to Prairie Ancient." Everyone was once again amused by Chen and laughed. Chen grabbed his head, seemed to know that he was joking, and consciously retreated aside. I thought to myself: Haha, you must be joking. He looked at him with glee. Later, he made the same mistake again. Even teacher Ye, who has always been serious, was made to laugh. At last, Chen finally passed the test.

Time always flies so fast that it's my turn at once. I pretended to be calm and walked up, cleared my throat and began to recite: "If life deceives you, don't be depressed, don't be angry ..." I was distracted when I was reading: I am sure I can win the first prize for feelings. Just when I was in high spirits. Oh, no! I forgot the words. Is that the sentence "Everything is temporary"? I think so, too. Finally, I finished it in a hurry. Students are not stingy, give me warm applause.

This poetry recital is really scary.

Today, in order to know more about poetry, the students in our class held another poetry recital.

The teacher came into the classroom with a big smile on his face, and the students couldn't wait long.

The game is on! The two teachers told the contestants the rules of the game with smiles on their faces. The contestants all looked nervous and read their poems from time to time. The judges are all eagerly waiting for the recital.

Finally, it's our turn to go on stage and read aloud. The applause continued. In the welcome of applause, we nervously stepped onto the stage, with a "bitter" smile on our faces, and greeted the judges and the audience like a lady. I introduced the topic we recited to the judges, and then it was time for us to play freely. At first, I was a little tongue-tied because of nervousness. I was sweating all over, but then we started reciting aloud.

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 actor's performance is getting better and better, and the poetry reading is getting better and better! Even the birds outside the window seem to be attracted by this, quietly watching us from a distance. Near the end, that is, when summing up, the contestants looked nervous and stared at the teacher's old face, but the teacher was still in suspense and said that he wanted to discuss it. When the teacher read out the name of our group, the students in our group couldn't help cheering, and their eyes were full of happiness when they looked at the score added by the teacher. We are all immersed in happiness, and the birds outside the window are chirping to congratulate our award-winning group.

This poetry reading will end in our happiness. ...

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.

Poetry recitation composition 7 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!