Poetry recitation about me and my motherland in 3rd grade

#3rd grade# Introduction Recitation, refers to clear and loud recitation. It is the creative activity of transforming written works into audible language. Lang, that is, the clarity and loudness of the voice; recitation, that is, memorization. The following is The third grade I and my motherland poetry recitation, hope to help you.

Part 1 Motherland, I love you,

You have magnificent mountains and rivers,

The Yangtze River and the Yellow River,

The majestic Taishan Mountain, the Emei Mountain,

The Great Wall and the Terracotta Warriors that foreigners have admired,

Five thousand years of history,

The civilization of China is now in a position to make the most of its history,

The Chinese civilization is now in the midst of the world. >

The Chinese civilization has a long history.

The motherland, I am proud of you,

when you stand up in the world's national forest,

when the wind and clouds ushered in the rising sun,

I sigh for you,

for you and proud of you.

For the future of our country to be better,

For our country to be richer and stronger,

We are constantly seeking in the ocean of knowledge,

seeking the treasures of science.

Let's envision,

to imagine,

believe that the future will be more brilliant tomorrow!

Let's study hard,

with our intelligent brain,

hard-working hands,

to serve the dear motherland,

to create a world power!

We grow up together under the sun,

Learning under the rain,

We are a new generation of sunshine teenagers,

Although the trouble at the same time and the happy companion,

But we will try to struggle,

For the motherland's better tomorrow,

Fellow students! We're not going to be able to do that!

Part 2

My Country and I

How hard it is to be a porter.

Especially to carry a pile of glorious and heavy history, to carry the abundance and suffering of a country.

Just like my mother, bear the pain to uncover the scars on my body. One touch and it hurts all over.

Mother and child are connected.

The motherland, I always dare not, easily shouted out your name.

I always call you mother in my heart.

Your ancient maturity makes me revered and fearful.

Your dazzling aura blossoms my shy eyes.

Your y buried heaviness soaked my sensitive and fragile heart.

As your birthday approaches.

Your beauty, indeed, is unmatched (this is my proudest vanity)

You are a wild horse out of control on the Mongolian plateau, and you roar out of the mouth of the Yellow River.

You scattered in ten thousand acres of rapeseed fields of splendor, you scattered in thousands of miles of coconut groves of tenderness.

You pale sea, the majestic sunrise, and a thousand sails!

You towering icebergs, white corolla, much like a silver plate full of snow.

But I, you have been pulling around, the son of melancholy.

The closest to you, I can feel every beat of your heart.

I can see the dark sludge in the layers of folds on your face.

The bleeding bullet holes in your skin.

The stubborn stones in your body.

Your rolling, hard-swallowing throat.

The imperceptible acidity seeping from the corners of your eyes.

I know that we are your selfish children.

We were always trying to squeeze the life out of your shriveled body.

We knew nothing of your thirst for flight and freedom.

We could not even perceive you, the pallor of your voice and the trembling of your soul.

Mother, you have run so fast, it's time to rest and relax.

Please watch the road ahead.

Just let me be a part of your running tears.

Be the most silent and stable cell in your body.

Be the last lamb that you gave birth to in the autumn wind.

Become the only remaining clump of weeds in your majestic palace. So that you can see, every day, the first crystalline dew on the surface of the leaves in the morning.

I also want you to retain the warmth of the South, the coldness of the North.

To retain the hardness of the rock, the transparency of the iceberg.

I want you to give laughter to every child and peace to every old man.

Give nobility to every weak man, and kindness to every strong man.

I also want you to give your youth to the years, your dreams to the seeds, and your path to the faraway lands.

My motherland and I are like mother and son. I call you mother, you call me by my breast name.

You gave birth to me and raised me, and even after death, you took me in and threw me into your warm embrace.

How can I repay you? I can only dedicate all the blood and tears in my body to you.

And then please ignite me! With my weak light, together with millions of others, I will illuminate your way forward.

I love you forever.

Part III

A: My motherland, high mountains, majestic peaks overlooking the history of the winds and rains,

twilight, let the wind and clouds swept by, the solid back of the top of the hundreds of millions of years of vicissitudes of the unhurried.

B: my motherland, the great river rushing, the vast torrent rushed through the whirlpool of history tumbling,

Rapids, washing away the centuries of filth, the shocking waves beat the canyon surging up how many destiny of the bumps.

C: my motherland, the land is vast, beautiful scenery has nurtured a magnificent traditional culture,

Desert collection of the sun, the moon drunken lotus, how many bright civilization on the vast land is still glittering.

D: my motherland, the people are hardworking, fifty-six nationalities together,

Oriental charm of the wonderful, humanistic style of the wind flow, how many beautiful and touching legends have been passed down through the ages.

Chorus: This is my motherland, this is my deep love of the motherland.

A: I love your long and splendid history,

B: I love the flowers on every inch of your land,

C: I love your magnificent scenery and mountains,

D: I love the character of your people's perseverance.

H: My motherland, my deep love of the motherland.

A: You are the head of the high voice of the rooster - wake up the silence of the dawn,

B: You are the sky soaring dragon ----- rebuke the times of the

C: You are the majestic lion --- dancing the divine wind,

D: You are the origin of human wisdom --- igniting the spark of civilization.

H: You have a sacred name, that is China!

That is China, my motherland.

That's China, my motherland.

A: I am y in love with my motherland, the throbbing heart beats the pulse of five thousand years,

B: I am y in love with my motherland, the surging blood rushes the waves of the Yangtze River and the Yellow River,

C: I am y in love with my motherland, the yellow skin imprinted with the color of the ancestors left behind,

D: I am y in love with my motherland, the black

A: I am y in love with my country, the strong character of the strong character uplift the courage of Taishan,

B: I am y in love with my country, the vast sea border is filled with all my hopes.

The motherland is the most beautiful place in the world.

H: My motherland, lovely China, you have created a glorious history, you have raised a great nation.

A: I'm proud of your longevity, thousands of years of gusty winds can not break your back,

B: I'm proud of your strength, withstand the internal and external problems to break through the years of wasted time.

C: I'm proud of your brightness, the Chinese people to firmly grasp their own destiny,

D: I'm proud of your spirit, the reform of the courage to go forward to open up the magnificent.

A: No matter where I go,

B: I hold on to the arm of your strength,

C: No matter where I live,

D: You are warming my heart.

A: You hold the rudder of the new century,

B: You use the speed,

C: You use the strength,

D: To create the miracle that shocked the world.

C: You use hard work, you use wisdom, carried out another more brilliant pioneering!

The motherland, the motherland, you are always full of hope, the motherland, the motherland, you are always vigorous!