The first grade red poetry recitation

Red poetry is a reaction to the period of the leadership of the Chinese ****-producing party, some of the works that express their love for the motherland, the insistence on the revolution, below I share with you the first grade red poetry recitation, so that we can feel the revolutionary spirit of the past together, and transmit positive energy.

The first grade red poetry recitation 1

I am the worn out old waterwheel on your river,

spinning a tired song for hundreds of years;

I am the smoky black miner's lamp on your forehead,

shining your snail groping in the tunnels of history;

I am the parched ear of the rice, the out-of-repair roadbed;

a barge on the silt beach

to put the slender rope deep

into a deep, deep, deep hole.

I am a shriveled ear of rice, a roadbed in disrepair,

a barge on a silted beach,

a rope deep in your shoulders,

- O motherland!

I am poverty,

I am sorrow.

I am the hope of your grandfathers and grandmothers

who have suffered from pain,

the flowers that have not fallen to the ground for thousands of years between the sleeves of the "flying sky"

- the motherland!

I am your new ideals,

fresh from the cobwebs of myths;

I am the germ of the ancient lotus under the blanket of snow;

I am the smile of your tears;

I am the freshly brushed snow-white starting line;

it is the Crimson Dawn

that is erupting

- O Motherland!

It is the scarlet dawn

that is erupting!

I am one of your one billionth part,

the sum of your nine million six hundred thousand squares;

you have fed

the perplexed me, the thoughtful me, the seething me, with your scarred breasts;

then from my flesh and blood

go forth to obtain

your bounty, your glory, your freedom;

you are the only one who has the power of the world, and the most important of all, to make the world a better place. freedom;

- O motherland,

my dear motherland!

When the northern country is still a world of silver,

The southern border has long been overflowing with the color of spring.

Ah, we love you, China!

We love you ......

The clear and handsome Guilin landscape,

The heavy makeup of the West Lake in Hangzhou,

The clouds and mist of Huangshan and Lushan,

The waves of the Yangtze River and the Yellow River.

We love you ......

The fragrance of Longjing tea,

The mellowness of Maotai wine,

The glossy splendor of Jiangnan silk,

The heavenly craftsmanship of Jingdezhen ceramics.

We love you ......

The watery moonlight in front of the Dai family's bamboo house,

The loftiness of the Potala Palace on the roof of the world,

Grapes in Turpan, melons in Hami,

Sheep in the prairie, camels on the Gobi Beach.

We love you ......

The ancient song played by the warring bells,

The new song written by the reform and opening up,

The rolling spring tide surging over the miles of God's country,

The fire of hope ignited on the motherland's earth.

We love you ......

Struggle to write the history,

Sweat watering the fruit.

The greatness of the pine tree, the purity of the plum blossom,

The broad-mindedness and grandeur.

We are proud, we are proud,

We are vigorous, we are pioneering,

You are the strongest of the world's peoples,

We love you, China!

The happiness of the harvest;

Recalling the past:

How many writers and writers,

Raise a glass and invite the moon to lament the sorrows of the family and the country;

Looking at the present day:

The thoughts of our colleagues are even more voluminous,

Like being drunk;

Our memory:

Memory of the spring rain,

Memory of that **** together with the seed sowing

We recall the spring rain,

the hard work of the stars and the moon,

the high winds of unity and enterprise;

We think freely:

we think freely of the ambitious endeavor that is ready to emerge,

we think freely of the colorful clouds that are catching up with you,

we think freely of the red sun that is brilliant for you and for me;

the golden autumn and the great moon;

we will love you forever! love you!

First Grade Red Poetry Recitation 3

Red is the light of fire,

it is the everlasting power.

To the color red, I feel that my heart is filled with light at once.

Red is revolution,

it is the color of the lives of countless martyrs,

it is the symbol of heroes.

But isn't it?

With the color red, I feel that bravery occupies my heart.

Red is the motherland,

it is the color of the flag that flies in the wind,

but isn't it?

The red color is the color of the motherland

It is the color of the flag that flies in the wind,

isn't it?

Red is culture,

But isn't it?

With the color red, I feel a natural confidence that makes me unshakable.

It is the hope of the motherland.

But isn't it?

Red - the color I most admire - is in my blood.

I feel a sense of responsibility for the color red, which inspires me to move forward bravely!