Poetry recitation composition

In normal study, work and life, everyone has heard or used some classic poems, which have the characteristics of highly concise language and short and pithy length. Do you know what kind of poems are good? The following are nine poems that I wrote at the poetry recital for reference only. Let's have a look.

The unforgettable primary school life is coming to an end. In these six years, there are many unforgettable memories, but the most unforgettable one is what Teacher Wan once said: "Music, poetry and painting are one of the three great pleasures in life". As long as you lack one thing, your life is not perfect. Remembering this sentence, the patriotic poetry reading meeting held soon is as important as no movie.

I remember it was a sunny Friday morning, and all the students in Class A for six years came to the classroom with great excitement. The sun shines through the bright glass window on the big characters of "patriotic poetry recitation" on the blackboard, which is particularly dazzling.

When the bell rang, Mr. Wan walked slowly into the classroom, stood in front of the podium and said with a smile, "Students, do you know what activities we are going to do today?" The students said with one voice: it is the place to read patriotic poems! The teacher smiled, nodded and said, "So, are you ready?" The students immediately boiled. Some people say, "Our team works best together". Someone said, "Our poems can best express our patriotism." . Others said, "We can best express the beauty of poetry, and you will be intoxicated after listening to it!" Seeing our active discussion, the teacher kindly said to us, "You know, music, poetry and painting are one of the three great pleasures in life. Let me take you into the circle of poetry flowers and feel the power of poetry. " Be influenced by beauty! Ok, now the activity begins. In the thunderous applause of the students, the first batch of students came to the stage to recite and won a burst of admiration from the students.

Then, even when it was the second group's turn to recite, my heart was like fifteen buckets of water. "If I read it wrong, it will not only discredit the group, but also attract students' condemnation after class. What if I am really wrong? " Thinking of this, I was too nervous to say anything. Just when I was anxious like an ant on hot bricks, I saw the teacher's shining eyes shining with encouragement and expectation like jewels. I suddenly feel much more energetic and put aside all the ideological burdens just now. I can look at the red scarf on my chest. It is so bright, so hot, so dazzling. It is for a better tomorrow of the motherland that I sacrificed the martyrs. I summon up courage to recite affectionately:

Who hasn't died since ancient times?

Take care of your heart and shine your history. ...

My eyes lit up and I was completely attracted by poetry. "Wow …" I have mastered the avalanche of painting and read it well. The students speak in unison and look at the teacher. The teacher is looking at me approvingly, as if praising me. I smiled; Blushing like a peach blossom in March, smiling so sweetly and happy. ...

Too many, too many, 40 minutes, we sat in the same classroom, learning to explore, debating feelings, how many activities have been carried out! How can I forget that this not only made me understand the truth of being a man, but also improved the patriotic poetry reading activities that love poetry.

Poetry recitation composition 2 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!

Poetry recitation composition 3 "What warms me is the red cotton in southern Xinjiang ..."

The voice of reading "China Youth" came from the corridor.

Everyone is preparing for the final poetry reading next Wednesday. In the corridor, the sound of our rehearsal is particularly eye-catching.

I walked forward with a book in my hand: "The story of spring resounds all over the country ..." With emotion, everyone was rehearsing seriously, for fear that the activity next Wednesday would be messed up. Whenever the bell rings, we all pick up books, rush out of the classroom, line up, start queuing and start rehearsing. Although there are boys making trouble, we still concentrate on rehearsing carefully. ...

With the speed of our rehearsal, Wednesday will move forward with time!

"The motherland is in our hearts, and the June 1 poetry reading will officially begin!" Both temporary hosts made their own impromptu speeches at the scene, which improved the atmosphere of the scene a lot.

"Next, please bring us China youth in Chinese!" As Wang Wenjia is away, we can only replace him with Qian Jia.

"Coming from the treasure island surrounded by blue waves ..." As soon as the music rang, our feelings merged into the artistic conception of this poem.

"Ah, this is our China. This is the China teenager! " At the end of the last reading, the audience applauded warmly, which brought us back to reality. We held hands and bowed deeply to the audience.

One minute on stage, ten years off stage.

The applause of the audience is the best reward for our rehearsal these days.

Yesterday, the teacher gave us an assignment and asked us to prepare materials. We plan to hold a poetry recital on Mother River. Everyone is very happy to hear that.

After returning to China, I found many poems about Mother River on the Internet. Finally, I discussed with two classmates and decided to read aloud the poem Ode to the Yellow River. After the rehearsal, we wait for tomorrow's recitation with confidence.

The next day finally arrived, and everyone could not wait.

We were the first to play, both nervous and excited. "I'm standing at the top of the mountain ..." I read with emotion. At this moment, there seems to be a surging Yellow River in front of me. Like a roaring lion, like a heroic dragon running from Bayan Kara Mountain to the Yellow Sea, the waves beat against the coast and water droplets splashed everywhere. After reading it, the audience applauded warmly.

Next, some students recited some poems, such as Mother River, Let's Go Together in the Next Life, Song of the Yangtze River and so on. Every poem gets better and better.

After the recitation, I think, Mother River has nurtured the ancient and great Chinese civilization and generations of Chinese sons and daughters. As descendants of the Chinese people, we should protect our mother river and let it have the purest clean water and the most majestic power.

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. ...

Reading the Yellow River in textbooks is like reading a winding and deep stream. Reading the Yellow River under the cattail fan is like reading the flashing light of fireflies; Reading the Yellow River in a dream is like reading a mother leaning against the door to call her children's intimacy; Reading the Yellow River in Tang poetry is like reading the heroic spirit in Into the Wine!

"How can the water of the Yellow River move out of the sky into the ocean and never return?" Magnificent, "The Yellow River is meandering in Wan Li, and the waves sweep across the horizon", solemn, "The Yellow River is far above the white clouds, and the Wan Ren Mountain is an isolated city", solemn, "The desert is lonely and the Yellow River gathers yen", and steep. How can I not make my heart surge and my thoughts flood?

Yesterday, the teacher gave us an assignment and asked us to prepare materials. We plan to hold a poetry recital about Mother River. Everyone is very happy to hear that.

After returning home, I found a lot of poems about the mother river on the Internet, copied them into my notebook, and found some classmates to discuss them together. Finally, I decided to read aloud the poem Ode to the Yellow River. After the rehearsal, our group waited for tomorrow's recitation with confidence.

The next day finally arrived, and everyone could not wait. Our group was the first to play, and I was nervous and excited. "I am standing at the top of a high mountain ..." I read with emotion. Huh? Why is there no sound? I quickly slapped Dong Danping next to me, and she was fascinated. After our group reading was successful, warm applause and cheers rang out from the audience.

Next, some students recited "Mother River", "Let's Go Together in the Next Life", "Song of the Yangtze River" and so on. Each one is better than the other, and each one is more wonderful.

After the recitation, I think, Mother River has nurtured the ancient and great Chinese civilization and generations of Chinese sons and daughters. As descendants of the Chinese people, we should protect our mother river and let it have the purest clean water and the most majestic power. ...

Yesterday afternoon, the sun was shining, and white clouds were floating in the sky, hanging in the sky like cotton candy. In this beautiful autumn, the school held a poetry recital, and my mother, aunt and uncle Yang Kai all came. I rehearsed very hard the other day as soon as I had time. Zhang's mother gave up her lunch break in order to get good grades in our class and invited her uncle to rehearse for us. Teacher Wang also tries hard to guide us where to be slow and where to have feelings. In order to get good grades in the competition, we all rehearsed hard.

By noon, the students had had enough lunch. Zhang's mother makes up and ties us boys. The boys are wearing black shirts, trousers, black shoes and white-collar ties. I look at you, you look at me, and I think everyone is particularly handsome. These girls stink. They want to change into a pink gauze skirt with pink petals, a big bow around their waist, a pink bow on their heads and shiny black shoes on their feet. They are very beautiful. When we lined up in the playground, we observed other classes. I think our class is the most beautiful, and I am very proud.

Prepare for the performance. Miss Wang takes us backstage. First, we wait in line for the end of the last class. Teacher Wang said that we ranked fourth, and each of us was very nervous. Soon, it will be our turn to go on stage. First the third row goes first, then the second row, and finally the first row. When I stood on the stage, I said to myself, "Be sure to relax, relax, you can recite poems with emotion." Teacher Wang gave me a small task, which is called one two three. My mother said to me, "Although this task is rare, it is very important. If you forget this task, our class will be in a mess. "

Our class finally finished reciting this poem, and the audience below applauded us. I think our class two or four is the best, with a loud voice and full of emotions. Our attention is to express this poem with our best performance.

My mother and I both think this kind of exercise is very good for us. It allows us to exercise our courage and cooperate with all our classmates. Class 24, let's go!

Poetry Recitation Composition 8 "Hello, everyone, the topic of my speech today is ……" In the second comprehensive class in the afternoon, our class held a recitation, which was very interesting!

As soon as the class began, Mr. Chen announced, "Today, we will have a book club." All the students cheered and quickly threw themselves into nervous preparations. Some open the book "I recite something a day" and read it aloud for fear of forgetting to recite the words when I first came to power; Some recite rhythmically, but they don't forget to add some gestures, which is quite like reciting; Some look around and search for what the students around them are doing; Others are thinking about what gestures to add when reciting, and they are still muttering something. In short, the classroom is full of noise.

"Ok, now start to draw the student number and go to the stage to read it." Teacher Chen's words broke the noisy classroom. I suddenly became nervous, my heart was in my throat, and I jumped like a small drum, which can be described as "fifteen buckets of water-seven ups and downs", and my mind was in chaos. I had to cheer myself up: Come on, it's okay, just studying, what's there to be afraid of! The students began to recite on stage one after another, and some of them were eloquent and cadenced, winning everyone's applause; Some people just came to power with a blank face and were at a loss, so we had to pity them; Everyone else recited well, but suddenly it got stuck, so we had to remind them desperately below. The most interesting thing is Wang Xinzhu. When teacher Chen called her student number, she was flushed and whispered, "Hello everyone, the topic I recited today is broken chapters." However, at this critical moment, it's not just a brain short circuit or something. Suddenly, she couldn't remember the lyrics, so she tilted her head and scratched her head. I don't know whether it is for myself or for teacher Chen. She gently asked, "How do you recite the first sentence?" We're in a hurry down there. Let's try to remind Wang Xinzhu that he has recovered and recited fluently. She finished reciting and hurried downstairs without even saying thank you. On the way, she suddenly returned to the podium and bowed, then confidently returned to her seat. We are already laughing our heads off down there.

Reading in my class is really interesting!

Shh, it's so quiet in the classroom that you can hear a pin drop. The students are all sitting in their seats. Their faces are tense, serious and excited. What is this? To tell the truth, this is a special reading meeting of Class 6 (2)!

"Now, I declare that the theme group meeting of' Praise the Yangtze River and Praise the Yellow River' begins now!" The host's impassioned opening remarks won warm applause from the students, and the reading began.

The first thing that appeared was Shen Anxiang Group. "The water of the Yangtze River flows slowly-"In the melodious flute, Shen Anxiang's classmates looked calm, and Kan Kan talked, his hand gently swinging with the poem, much like a rippling river! Zheng then recited: "Margaret looked through the attic and saw the water of the Yangtze River flowing slowly." In a flash, I seemed to see the endless grassland, with stars embedded in the night sky like gems, and the hazy moonlight shining silver. The beautiful girl leaned against the window and stared at a wooden attic. Watch the petals swaying gently in the breeze, watch the Yangtze River water flow quietly-

"Have you seen how the water of the Yellow River flows from the sky to the sea and never comes back?" A baritone baritone pulled me back from my fantasy to the real world. It turned out that the senior one pedestrians brought us Li Bai's famous sentence "Into the Wine". Several students were as cool as a cucumber, and their forceful recitation vividly explained Li Bai's lofty aspirations and vicissitudes. The whole class can't help applauding.

Looking forward to it, it's finally our turn. I silently said to myself: I have been rehearsing so hard these days, so I must hold my horses today and not fall short. I don't know, as soon as I came on stage, I saw dozens of pairs of eyes looking at me, my legs began to shake unwillingly, and my mind went blank. Fortunately, teammate Liu recited the first paragraph and made a good start. I used to forget words in training, but today's recitation is smooth. The performances of two classmates relaxed me. I took a deep breath and then recited: "Ah, my friend, the Yellow River-"

In the prolonged applause, our performance drew a perfect ending for today's team meeting, and everyone was still wanting more. This reading, I felt the profoundness and long history of China culture, and also gained the joy of success.