Selected monologues of art test performance lines: 5 test-taking paragraphs for boys and girls.

How about Qu Yuan's Monologue, Rhino in Love, Thunderstorm and Gui Lu's Monologue, Sunrise Shengsan Huang's Monologue, Peking Man Jiang Tai's Monologue, Teahouse Wang Lifa's Monologue and Peer? Golden monologues, these are the first-person monologues of boys. Bring your own manuscript and see if you use poetry or prose. Recommended: Love story, prison song, answer, I am attached to this land, believe in the future, write a letter to my wife, swear, Wu Zhui bid farewell to overlord, the west of China, the cradle of sunrise, someone, Huangshansong, Sanmenxia-dressing table. I suggest to look at the previous July Festival, where you can find many good paragraphs and feelings of those paragraphs.

"Hanging Intestine Grass" Lei

It is said that there is a kind of grass called hanging foot grass. I don't know its shape, color, taste or flowering season. It is said that it will hurt other grasses. Anyone who sees it will have a tragedy of parting, so people call it parting grass. I wonder if there is such a kind of grass that can express people's sadness and imply the sadness of parting? I think maybe there will be. It must germinate in the rainy season, blossom in the sun and shed its leaves in the cold morning. I think that flower must be like catkin and dandelion, fluttering in the wind; Those who are looking for parting fall on their sobbing and trembling shoulders. The fallen leaves will be red, like acacia and maple leaves, stained with blood in people's eyes. I think there must be a kind of grass called parting grass, which was hung in the intestines at that time. Where is there no parting? When did you not leave? Life is like duckweed, facing east and west, how can we get together forever? I think there must be a kind of grass that I can't bear to leave. Don't ask about its color, its taste and its flowering period.

I was fifteen years old that year.

In the most prosperous year of the Cultural Revolution, I was fifteen years old, that is, that year, my father was arrested and imprisoned. The rebel said he was a spy, a spy, just because he taught English in middle school! Mom can't read. She doesn't understand why all this happened. A rope ended her life!

What impressed me most was that on a snowy morning, I went to see my father in the prison where he was held. Far away, I saw an old man with gray hair and rags coming towards me. Ah! It's the father! I reached out my hands. Although I was separated by the iron fence, I still wanted to hug him, but my father said, "Who are you?" ! I don't know you, go, go! "Then turned to leave. My heart was broken, and I shouted, "Dad, I'm your daughter! "! Why are you ignoring me? Why don't you recognize me? "But he didn't look back, so I had to leave the prison.

I was walking in the street, and the snowflake floated into my collar, but it hit my heart! I walked aimlessly, walking, I was cold and hungry, but where is my home and my relatives? Only my footprints and the cold wind accompany me ...

Innocent sinner

Neznamov: Gentlemen, I got permission, so please don't interrupt me. Gentlemen, I propose a toast to the mother who abandoned her children! Let them live happily and let their roads be covered with roses and lilies. I hope their happy life will not be disturbed by anyone or anything, and they will not be reminded of those unfortunate orphans. Why destroy their peace? They have done everything they can for their children. Some of them suffered for their children, kissed them more or less tenderly, and sent a farewell message: "Goodbye, my baby, find your own way!" " Might as well be dead. "

The so-called truth, this is the truth: death is the first beauty. It can satisfy new travelers. However, not every orphan can enjoy such luck. (Looking down for a moment) There are also some affectionate mothers. Not only do they often kiss their children with tears, but they also give them a golden gadget and say, "Wear it and remember me!" " "But what can the poor child remember? Why do you remember? Why do you want to leave them a permanent souvenir of this unfortunate shame?

Even without this, everyone who doesn't bother should point to him and say that he is an abandoned bastard, a roadside bastard! But did their mother know that this unfortunate child who was abused for no reason sometimes shed tears on the souvenirs left by his mother? Mom, where are you happy now? Answer me! Even if a tear of yours falls on my head, I will bear my pain and disappointment again, and I will feel more relaxed. You know, this souvenir hanging on me really burns my heart like a fire!

educated

There was a rich man named Zhu, who was afraid of diseases and doctors and was eloquent. He said to the new piggy coffin, "Remember my family rules: My surname is Zhu, and you are not allowed to call me Zhu (pig), just call me" master "or" my own master "; Speak politely at ordinary times, and don't swear. For example, say' meal' when eating; Say' go to bed' when sleeping; If you are sick, say' sick'; Say' recovery' when you are in good health; When a person dies, he says' death'. When a criminal beheads, he can't call it that, but he says' execution' ... "The next day, a pig got swine fever. The piggy coffin rushed to the rich man and said, "Dear Sir, one of my own masters is ill. I'm afraid it's hard to recover. Let's' execute' him! " Too popular to speak for a long time. The little swineherd went on to say, "If the master doesn't want to' execute' this' own master', let him' die'!"

waning crescent moon

"New moon, new moon! Goodbye, my good friend. You asked me why I always like to see the crescent moon. Yes, when I saw it, I remembered everything. I was in great pain when I learned that I was ill. I don't think it's necessary to live any longer. I put on my clothes, threw myself on powder, and lay in bed waiting for death. Suddenly, I heard light footsteps outside the door. I saw a pair of eyes looking into the room through the small glass outside the door ... I stood up gently and opened the door. It's mom! Mom ... I don't remember how my mom and I got into the house or how long we cried. I just think how old mom is. Is her shopkeeper secretly returned home, didn't leave her any money, she can't, just looking for me everywhere, has been looking for half a month, ha ha ha ha, she found a daughter, but her daughter has always been like her, is a prostitute, ha ha ha .................................................................................................