Poetry Recitation Draft

1.

The dream of a kite

Scenes of dangerous falls,

Struggles against the weight of life again and again

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——Fly, fly!

Whose faith is as strong as bones?

A long-lasting cry cleanses the soul.

Climbing the steps of the wind,

The smooth arc gently splits the wind's trajectory.

The wings are colorful and the dream of flying suddenly blooms.

A kite has found its bright spot,

Looking forward to another spring when the grass grows and the orioles fly.

The thoughts of spring are red and green;

The temptation of spring is tender and charming.

Should you appreciate the mood of spring, or pursue the colorful clouds on the horizon?

The sky is the home of wings.

Cast a mottled shadow on the earth,

Holding eyes that climb higher and higher,

deep into the sky, deep into dreams.

The old banyan trees by the lake,

have lost the height that you admired in the past;

the houses have also solidified into little splashes of ink,

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Wean away and lose weight again.

Embracing the whispering breeze,

You are like a believer who advocates freedom,

Listening devoutly to the murmur of the clouds,

Listen to the eagle's motto.

Are they messengers from heaven?

Can we lead to the palace of freedom by following their musical veins?

The sky is vast because of the flying kite,

The flying kite is not free because of the vast distance.

Do you think freedom is a high level?

In search of freedom,

new heights are conquered by the wings again and again,

but more freedom flows over the back.

Does breaking free from bondage mean that one can find the truth of freedom?

You resolutely broke away from the long fetters,

Like a wild crane with its neck stretched soaring into the sky.

However, brilliance only lasts for a moment,

The flying wings lose their freedom due to weightlessness.

Oh! I suddenly realized:

Boundship is your freedom.

Freedom is just a line away.

Kite, it falls when it falls.

Why don’t you let me see my shadow in you?

——I am a kite,

a kite flying from the countryside to the city,

My mother in my hometown is my concern,

Because,

Every wanderer is a kite flown by his mother.

2.

Scientific prose poem: Lunar Eclipse

As early as the primitive shouts and gongs began hundreds of millions of years ago, on this beautiful planet of ours Just interpret this legend. The legend has not disappeared, but the shouts are disappearing little by little in the development of civilization and science.

Perhaps in the simple hearts of primitive tribes, or in the preserved folk culture, people will light sacrificial bonfires again and again. In cities, people will only peek at this through cold lenses. Strange astronomical landscape. The lunar eclipse will never disappear, what disappears is the lost tradition and human enthusiasm.

Maybe some people don’t believe in the cycles of heaven, but there are numbers in the sky, the sun, the moon, and the stars. They seem to be unrelated, but the facts are running strictly according to the trajectory. There is no illusion of unexpected encounters, only the eternal cycle of each other. The tide rises closer, the wind and clouds surge farther away, and the footprints of the moon change the ecology of the earth.

The distant sun, the beautiful moon, and the familiar earth have stayed with each other for hundreds of millions of years in the boundless universe. There is no lonely eternity, but just movement, chasing each other in space and time.

Give you my light, give you my heat, burn my passion to you. One hundred and fifty million miles of care, four billion years of commitment, the sun, the earth, the moon, the transmission of light and heat, constitute the perfect and wonderful distance in the vast universe, and have evolved countless lives and joys.

Attracting each other in the distance, rotating and revolving in the attraction, the rotation produces the orbit, the rotation produces the force, the rotation produces the billions of years of waiting for each other.

The eternal pattern, along the cycle of hundreds of millions of years, on the day when the moon is roundest, the earth covers the moon with its huge figure, and the bright moon turns into a bronze disk. The world is filled with the flavor of myth.

All the brilliance is completely dim, all the breathing stops momentarily, all the moods change, all the mouths open wide, the fear of losing the moon can make everything feel despair.

Excessive sharpness will inevitably lead to natural damage, and there must be a crisis of loss hidden in perfect perfection.

The fifteenth month is full, and the bright moonlight can turn all living beings into elves.

The lunar eclipse in the 16th month has lost all its brilliance and only looks forward to being able to shine again in someone’s dreamland.

The moon is still alive when the moon is eclipsed, but if the heart is eclipsed, can it still be alive?

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