Seek a short essay suitable for boys to recite, with ups and downs, preferably music, thank you.

Ask for a short essay suitable for boys to recite, with ups and downs, preferably with music. Thank you, I am a grass, and I have a dream of becoming a big tree, but the wind and rain and the bullying of blizzard make me scarred and want to cry. ......

Spring has come and a hundred flowers are blooming, but I am still a grass. Suddenly one day, the big tree reached out to me, picked me up, touched me affectionately and said, do you want to be a big tree? I nodded, and suddenly a gust of wind uprooted me and fell to the ground. I'm completely desperate. Broken green liquid flowed on the ground like tears. The tree saw it and told me not to be sad. Then it broke a finger, and I quickly said "no"! The tree said, "It doesn't matter, I can grow it again", and then planted it in the soil with my tears. Slowly, under the care of trees, I grew up. Day by day, year by year passed, and finally I grew into a big tree and realized my dream.

It's best to have music to accompany the ancient poems suitable for girls to recite, so please kneel down and recite Su Shi's Mink Head. When will the moon be there?

"When is the bright moon? Ask about Sky Wine. I don't know the palace in the sky, and I don't know the month and time. I'm willing to ride the wind to the sky, I'm afraid I can't stand the cold for nine days in a pavilion of fine jade. Dance to find out what shadows look like on the earth. The moon turned into a scarlet pavilion, hanging low on the carved window, shining on the sleepy self. The moon should not have any resentment against people. Why is it round when people are gone? People are sad and happy, and they are separated and reunited. The moon will darken or shine, and it will become round or round. Nothing is perfect, even in the past. " Wish people a long life, thousands of miles away. "

Seek an essay or poem suitable for reading ~ thank you. Facing the sea, spring blossoms lead to the oak tree and bid farewell to Cambridge. These are classic, but if they are men, it is another matter ~ ~

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The prose that is most suitable for recitation ends in prosperity and the fireworks are exhausted. Who achieved the best in the world and changed his reputation all his life? Who left a meaningful ink fragrance and outlined the most beautiful chapter in the world?

The lament and graceful words of "I can't bear to look back at my old country for half a month" are still in my ears, and the beautiful sentence of "Spring is gone, it's all in the world" is still in my ears, and the romantic feelings of "How can I avoid hatred in life and how can I be ecstasy alone?" The Lord of a country, the king of national subjugation. He was none other than Li Yu, the late master who was addicted to the beauty of literature and eventually exhausted the world.

I still remember the black hair and white dress, but the face in the mirror hasn't changed, just gaunt. Whose heart is it? A person wandering in the deserted alley, thinking of Fengxiang Longteng on the snow-listening building, dare not point fingers at the vicissitudes of life. The story of the hero is still wonderful, but the story of the literati is only sad. But I am not a hero. I have no armor or shirt. I just want to wear a white shirt to describe the vicissitudes of life.

The autumn wind is still bleak, but it is no longer the scenery of the late Tang Dynasty. /kloc-The moon at the age of 0/5 is still in the garden at the age of 0/6, but it is not what it used to be. Colorful, high-rise, and prosperous, it is the new dress of China in 2 1 century. The storm of the tide swept the world, but forgot the good past. "Walking at the forefront of the times and leading the fashion trend" has become a climbing wall in the hearts of contemporary people. Who still has ink? I don't want to step into the secular wall. I want to write when I am busy, and I want to burn incense when I am free.

The cool autumn wind withered the yellow leaves of a season and brought endless sadness and loneliness. I am praying silently, expecting someone to accompany me to make a glass of wine and tell each other what I think; Looking forward to a simple and warm greeting-the weather is a little cold, please put on more clothes; Looking forward to a beautiful and gorgeous fireworks, burning the hesitation in my heart. The dead man no longer exists. But why is my heart still tied to the sadness of the Tang Dynasty? Why does the melancholy between the eyebrows of the late master still linger in my heart? It is the same infatuation with Mo Xiang, and it is also a sigh and sigh for the impermanence of the world. I'm not dead, and the world never belonged to me. But I would like to be the late master. Like him, I spent months writing inscriptions and ink, as talented as him, and as obsessed with literature as he wrote joys and sorrows. Then, leave the most beautiful fireworks in your life.

Cook a cup of turbid wine and discuss the rise and fall of the world. Sing a song to tell others about the rise and fall of the world. Exaggerated in the world, painting a season of orchid bamboo. I am prosperous, I am fireworks.

Long ode, prose read with music.

Seek an essay suitable for reading aloud, with * * * and determination. Thank you for your inspiration.

On the wall, a bug was struggling to climb, halfway up, and suddenly fell down.

This is the record of its failure again.

However, after a while, it climbed up step by step along the wall.

The first man looked at the bug and sighed, "A bug is so persistent and tenacious; Fail, do not give in; Fell down and started from scratch; It is really indomitable!

I suffered a little setback. Can I be discouraged, shrink back and give up on myself?

Am I inferior to this bug? ! "

He felt that he should pull himself together.

He really pulled himself together.

The bug fell off the wall again ... The second man looked at it and couldn't help sighing and said, "Poor bug! When can I climb to the top of the wall like this?

It can easily climb up as long as it changes its orientation slightly; However, it just doesn't want to reflect and take a look. Alas-poor bugs!

Reflect on yourself: what I am doing fails again and again. I want to learn to be smart and not do stupid things-I am a thoughtful person, not a bug.

I should thank you, poor bug. You inspired me, inspired my reason and made me learn smarter ... "Sure enough, he became sensible and smart.

The third man asked the wise man, "Observing the same bug, two people's opinions and judgments are completely opposite, and the enlightenment they get is completely different." .

Wise men, please tell me, which of them is right? "

The wise man replied, "They are both right."

The questioner was puzzled: "How can it be all right?" "For the behavior of insects, one is praise and the other is depreciation, and the opposition is so clear.

However, you treat everyone equally. Are you a good gentleman?

Are you unwilling or afraid to tell right from wrong? "

The wise man smiled and replied, "The sun is bright during the day and the moon is bright at night-they are' opposites'; Can you tell me: Who is right and wrong between the sun and the moon?

If you cut the watermelon in half with a knife-the left and right are' opposite'.

Can you tell me which side is "yes" and "no"?

Mr. Nice guy who doesn't know right from wrong, not trained enough. However, this world is not a simple combination of right and wrong.

Similarly, observing bugs, if two people are from different angles, their feelings and judgments will not be consistent, and the enlightenment will be different.

You only see the differences between two people, but you don't see their similarities: they also have the spirit of introspection and enterprising.

The difference in form often implies the consistency of spiritual essence.

The superficial similarity may mask the internal irreconcilable opposition.

Ok, now let me ask you: who is right or wrong about your knowledge and my knowledge? "

The questioner smiled in shame.

Sichuan earthquake prose (suitable for boys to recite)