Tomb-Sweeping Day's modern poetry reading manuscript

In daily life, everyone has been exposed to the recitation manuscript, which is usually performed on the stage and in public. Then what kind of recitation is praised by everyone? The following is a recitation of Tomb-Sweeping Day's modern poems (23 selected poems) compiled by me. Welcome to share.

Tomb-Sweeping Day's modern poetry reading manuscript 1 1, Qingming's sorrow.

When I climbed mountain after mountain,

When I pay homage to one lost relative after another,

My heart is more bitter than the herbs on the mountain.

I made a bitter toast at the tombstone,

They fell asleep at the bottom of the grave,

But I don't know how much sadness is hidden in my heart.

But I don't know how much sadness I have in my heart

That sad stone tomb,

Those sad graves,

And the sad eyes of one grave sweeper after another.

Let my heart,

Let my heart,

Worse than the mountain herbs on the mountain.

2. Loyalty and clarity

Whenever we recite these just songs.

Blood is surging in my heart,

The mountain island crows, the red flowers are in full bloom, and the sun shines on the earth.

The east wind is blowing, the pine branches are swinging, and the heroism is still there.

The red scarf on the chest reflects the sun,

Just like the loyalty and strength of a martyr,

A white flower with wishes, a white flower with greetings,

Embodies the admiration of every young pioneer,

Weaving the vows of every little friend.

3. Soul

Baiyun shouhuyi building

Barren mountains and barren hills; Relatives burst into tears.

I went into the country unmoved.

My soul is talking to your soul.

The branches of the grass broke and my hands made a slight noise.

Give you information; Through nature

The noise of life and the loneliness of death can be tacit understanding.

It's like two opposite doors open.

A kind of mood slowly, peacefully and ecstatically welled up in my mind.

4. Stone tablet

The stone tablet is like ice, which warms my heart.

Fighting in the four fields, vertical and horizontal.

As in previous years, tears poured down my face.

Because of the saddest parting; I will devote myself to

Have good interpersonal relationship and fulfill various obligations.

Stick to your duties for others.

Enjoy all kinds of emotional twists and turns.

Take hard work and pain as the reward of action.

Finally, like you, say to people: I am an innocent life.

5. sunny rain

Clear rain is surging, and it is our tears that gush from our hearts.

Martyrs, today we are gathered to pay tribute to you! Song for you.

We are like little pine trees beside the monument, always guarding your side.

We are like flowers in a cemetery, sending you greetings and fragrance.

Qingming rain is a little note, writing a heroic chapter.

6. Love is clear

It is said that the spring scenery of this festival is very strong.

It is said that this festival has rich connotations.

The fresh wind and bright rain are the unique door curtains in China.

Beautiful scenery is the window of global yearning.

Our clarity is like a boat,

Memories and thoughts quietly cross the gap of time.

Longhua tower laughs about ideals this day,

Huang Huagang talks about freedom on this day.

Zhazidong revealed his faith on this day.

Yuhuatai hugs comrades-in-arms on this day.

Forgotten reverence is revived and renewed again and again in memory.

The grateful stream melts and flows in the revisiting.

Our Qingming is like a colorful building.

Expectation and yearning quietly boarded Guangming 9.

The meaning of existence was baptized on this day,

The value of life is explored on this day,

The essence of life is sublimated on this day.

Interest status is managed on this day.

We believe

The other side of immaturity must be plump and mature.

We believe

The green front is undoubtedly a fragrant harvest.

Hand in hand, we are in love with five continents.

The call of the great rejuvenation of the Chinese nation inspires the flesh and blood of the people of China.

Every green water is a heroic wine,

Every green hill is a long and lyrical silk.

Because the harmonious picture comes from the depiction of children in China,

Because a harmonious symphony is our lofty pursuit.

Friends, let's set out with the word cherish!

The last wishes of ancestors and martyrs

Make us open our hearts.

If it's a seed, it should spit,

If it is a flower, it should be a show.

If you are paddling, you should make waves.

Wings should hit the clouds.

Because real wealth needs bumper harvests again and again,

Because the most beautiful enjoyment needs to struggle again and again!

7. Tomb-Sweeping Day

Underground

Underground, that's the underworld.

There are different surnames living in it

I guess this must be Elysium.

None of the people who went came back.

Close your eyes and go in.

Bypass the funeral

Let some tears and paper ash

Floating upward

People on earth

I can't help thinking about it.

I don't believe people are really dead.

I think they have gone to live in another place.

Bless us underground.

Talk about us

Qingming Festival

Qingming Festival

Actually, I don't know.

Rain disturbs people and fog makes them faint.

A meter away, damn it, riding a wall.

The wind on the road moves the white flag and butterfly ash.

White-headed flowers are blooming.

A rising tide lifts all boats, and spring water splashes ink.

Clear, unclear

The witch cursed and sat from the moldy pu.

It's oozing all March.

Cursing the beautiful poetic scene incoherently.

Make peach blossom crazy

Stir the silence of April, stir

Dark and turbid, unclear.

It rains in Tomb-Sweeping Day.

Exquisite silk

Dense twill weave

painful

The restless soul is floating.

Can't see the black sleep.

Be separated by rain

Tearful eyes

Qingming in Lian Po

Feel calm and peaceful.

Turn a blind eye to the root cause

Become a mountain

When the wind comes, dogs will bark without warning.

Let the tears sparkle in forbearance.

Let the witch curse and drown in the silent secular dust.

It will clear up after the rain.

8. Tomb-Sweeping Day

Lightweight, indulge in this helpless world

Light a candle, it smells good.

Worship the silence of life

Scintillation chamber

Memory opens, avalanche.

Hierarchical tree ring

Respond to the heartless bell

Clear tears, clear mind.

In Tomb-Sweeping Day, peace of mind.

Tomb-Sweeping Day Modern Poetry Recitation Draft 2 1, Qingming Rain

Those silk threads are closely interwoven together.

Sadness. The restless soul walks,

I can't see.

Black sleep and dusk live here.

A batch of rain is divided into tearful eyes.

Serve wine, worship and burn incense.

Solemn.

Let the ancestors in.

Throw away the water-deficient lightning

Don't dodge, don't extricate yourself, have ideas.

2. Under the loess

This is a foreign land,

There are different surnames living in it

I think it must be a blessing,

None of the people who went came back.

Close your eyes and go in.

Bypass the black funeral

Let tears and paper dust,

Like the wind.

People on the loess can't even think of it.

Like me

I can't believe my dear grandma is dead.

I think she just went to live in a foreign land.

Spinning and embroidery

Save some delicious food for me. In a remote place

Take care of me like a virgin and bless me.

Prayer and praise

3. "Sacrifice your soul"

The festival of the dead, the carnival of tears

Whips, tribute fruits and incense sticks have been formed.

The scenery is vast.

We walked past the rigid wooden shelf.

Those souls are crowded together

As if to keep warm.

Close to each other

These souls are quiet and silent.

In their own boxes.

Think of the streets and acquaintances.

One thing, and ...

Love that you can't get in your early years

Now the body has been sawed.

Sculpting, painting

Different from before

Listen, firecrackers are going on,

Use your hands like many people.

Slam the table with an empty porcelain bowl

Another way to express it is

We put all kinds of feelings

Dices are usually thrown on the table.

Then put it away.

Make the same sound

Oh, white ashes, the best morality

These souls are no longer used.

Language, actions and eyes

They cleaned up their lives a long time ago.

No more guests, no more loans

Some of their remaining breaths

It is our short and long memory.

What have we brought today?

Cakes and fruits are real.

In their eyes, it's like a person dreaming.

Have all kinds of dreams

Indirect things, rich fantasies

Eat, this is life.

within reach

Through the flames, these souls are like birds.

There is a nest, in a self-sufficient box

Regardless of spring, summer, autumn and winter; They began to regret it.

These long-term imprisoned souls

How eager to be like dust.

Between heaven and earth, like rain in the wind.

Or light falling from a screen between trees.

Look, light smoke is everywhere, we see it.

Sincere nostalgia has turned into a fog.

Once a year, on the steps

On the lawn, these boxes

Worshipped by us, erased by tears

And incense sticks are like our sadness.

Burn to ashes gradually

Close to each other

As if to keep warm.

Those souls are crowded together

We walked past the rigid wooden shelf.

The scenery is vast.

Whip, tribute and incense have been formed.

The festival of the dead, the carnival of tears

4. Until another Tomb-Sweeping Day.

Sunshine or rainy season

Flowers or body temperature

Missing or tears

The depth of the smile

Delivered to love far away.

Until another attachment

Accompanying or whispering

Standing or facing?

Memory or hypothesis

The road to smile

Longing for the past life.

Until another cloud

Fly or surpass

Walk or run

Rotate or follow.

Respond with a smile

Pour out past dreams

5. "In the graveyard"

This is seven inches of the village.

During the Qingming Festival,

Release a lot of eye-catching words

Put it in the coffin,

Don't create suspense,

Remember to pay tribute to them

Weeds are still fresh.

The growth on the tombstone

Abandonment continues to take root in people's hearts,

Hook up with a few bones

The person you visited did not move,

Don't talk.

Crows are spectacular.

They use flustered eyes.

Disassembly noise

A festival is like a Buddha.

Walking for thousands of years.

Sitting in April

Waiting for countless tears to drown themselves.

Hold a few handfuls of loess and make a fire.

Fold your body and bow your head repeatedly.

Look at those black butterflies, floating.

Drop gently and stop.

Willow flute mourning, pine and cypress standing still.

We went upstream along the full stop.

The past was complicated. A heart

Bloom at the same time as peach blossoms

Silently dispersed again.

At this time, some lifeless souls

loquitur

However, many people only know how to distribute paper money.

Those mysterious voices

Never heard of it.

6. Tomb-Sweeping Day's poetry

I wrote down my hometown, rice;

I wrote down the clear river.

I wrote down the fish under the water,

I wrote down the green grass on the shore.

I wrote down the ghost that lights up at night to find love.

I wrote down the legend of grandma and Guanyin

A person who has done good deeds all his life will eventually become a fairy.

Although she keeps saying that she has unfinished business.

I have to write this down,

Homesickness lingers in my dreams for a long time.

I must write the scenery from your humble farmhouse.

I must write the power of life from your poor back.

Just like my father dug Jin Wa out of the ground,

We all know that's false.

But he's been digging all his life. Can you believe it?

I have to write this before Tomb-Sweeping Day.

The ancestral grave has moved, and he can hardly speak a dialect.

The only last name that hasn't changed,

You asked me to keep in touch with my mother.

I must put these unfinished poems in Tomb-Sweeping Day.

Facing the north, the sky is burning.

7. Records of visiting my mother in the mountains on April 26th.

( 1)

Baiyun da shou Hu yi building

Barren mountains and barren hills; Relatives burst into tears.

I went into the country unmoved.

My soul is talking to your soul

The branches of the grass were broken and made a slight sound from my hand.

They are all messages for you; Through nature

The noise of life and the loneliness of death can be understood tacitly.

It's like two opposite doors open.

A kind of mood slowly, peacefully and ecstatically welled up in my mind.

(2)

Before and after their death, they won unprecedented honor.

Eleven years ago, everyone looked up at a comet.

Wei Hui strolled in the city, solemn and solemn.

All the people who saw it took off their hats to greet them.

Colorful garlands were once folded into memory fortresses on the mountain.

Brilliant stars, now rotten as mud.

Weeds are like flagpoles, falling from the sky.

Sad and glorious past in the cool breeze; Graveyard collapse

Only thousands of mountain ants watch over you day and night.

(3)

The stone tablet is like ice, which warms my heart.

Killing in the four fields, through my feelings.

As in previous years, tears poured down my face.

Because the most sad thing is to leave; I will devote myself to

Bubble interpersonal relationships, fulfill various obligations.

Stick to your duties for others.

Enjoy all kinds of emotional twists and turns.

Take hard work and pain as the reward of action.

Finally, like you, say to people: I am an innocent life.

8. Tomb-Sweeping Day

Shiwangxiang

Continuous spring rain

I don't know how heavy the rain is.

Miss the rain

It's been like this since Du Mu's time.

Miss the rain

murmur

Still getting wet slowly.

A mountain full of new incense ashes and paper money

I want this rain to accompany my grandmother.

In the underworld.

How many flashing blue lights are off?

This swaying wind and rain

Bingbing is cool.

Sad and clear heart

A heavy bag.

Not just a memorial service.

It's not just homesickness that accumulates

Excuse me, where is the restaurant?

Where can I get drunk?

Apricot flower and spring rain

The shepherd boy's flute

The endless journey of the wanderer

Chunyu Jiangnan

Low-grade wine flag

Was it once a cloud flag that aroused the soul?

I'm drunk. I'm going to bed.

Cold food with wine next year.

9. Tomb-Sweeping Day

Today every year

Have a stubble of missing

Accompanied by the cuckoo's loud cry

Grow up in the hearts of future generations.

A kite flying freely

No matter how far the journey is.

It will be a long and thin line.

Take back the altar in my hometown

Bow down to a pile of loess

Ignite the sadness that has been suppressed for a long time

Call the paradise line again

Let happiness and sadness be interpreted as thoughts soaked in tears.

Ancestors separated by yin and yang

Still releasing warmth.

Put out your dry hands.

Hold fast to the hearts of the younger generation

10, paper money in Tomb-Sweeping Day.

Some toilet paper

Full of traces of time.

Dispel with fireworks

one by one

A string of footprints

One road after another.

Simple life

A page is a day.

This day combs memories.

The fire went out.

I have read my whole life.

That pile of wealth

The rest is ashes.

Smoke is in the distance.

Paper money from Qingming

The fire of acacia

Burning with spring

Comfort the soul?

Where does the soul belong?

loess

Accumulated thoughts.

1 1, dusk in Tomb-Sweeping Day.

Laughing humans gradually leave.

Put the flowers in the wrong place

Crows scared away by the living began to go home.

Moss of the soul

This is a cry that slipped out of the grave.

With the last strength of life

Passing the laughter of the night

A rose that never bloomed on a corpse.

This is a rejected legend.

The tunnel to Rome at night

This was dug out by ants with their toes.

What I often sneer at is the coffin.

Laugh at the humbleness of the sun

The sky has long been out of civilization.

Who is still dancing with trembling?

Cursed dusk

Never put out the pain of being torn

If the sky is a huge mausoleum

Then what will we become?

Corroded glory

Break the eternal silence

For a dream that has burned out

Carve last night's shame on the tombstone

When a poem is blown away by the wind like a dead leaf

Tears will be the only remaining ashes.

Cover up the emptiness with all exaggerated smiles

Fight back with inexplicable pride.

Is a dream shattered by despair?

Will be silent on the broken string of the pipa.

Young love is nourished by tears.

Spin as white as a top

The eyebrows at night are a barren land.

The night light in March was a broken riot.

Time and space are only the physical body double here.

The skeleton running in the moonlight comes from the future.

Tomb-Sweeping Day dusk

I hid in the tent.

Add a grave to the barren grave with a bloody knife.

12, Tomb-Sweeping Day pays homage to his mother.

A white towel.

Sweep the dust off the tombstone.

A bunch of silk flower.

Associated with grief for mother.

Light a wick.

Tell my mother my parting words.

North in April

The unfrozen ice and snow remained in the cemetery.

The spring breeze is still cold

Tears in the eyes

Feel salty

Standing in front of the tombstone

Mother's smile, soft eyes

A heat wave hit my heart.

Your advice

Into a set of wind chimes

Sweet and moist soul

I have been growing up with my children.

Time has carved the scenery.

The climbing steps are irregular.

Climbing all the way to your arm

No matter how hard it is.

You always face it with a smile

It is windy today.

I know

That's what you charge your children.

Take good care of yourself.

You are still an umbrella for children.

Never left us.

13, Tomb-Sweeping Day reflection

Tomb-Sweeping Day every year.

Look at mom and dad.

Usually I just miss you.

I always think of the person I love in my dreams.

Be filial when you are alive.

I can't forget my parents after they left.

This is a deep feeling.

Has taken root in my heart.

This is not a posture.

That's the child's heart.

It's not like there are so many people

My parents lost their hearts when they were alive.

That's not necessary.

Parents were not filial when they were alive.

Wait until your parents die.

Underground parents know your heart.

Life needs profound introspection.

How to treat parents

In fact, everything I do

The most important thing is how to educate future generations.

Tomb-Sweeping Day must not put on airs.

Express your child's sincerity.

There are many things to confess in life.

The most terrible thing is that I am sorry for my deceased relatives.

14, random thoughts of Tomb-Sweeping Day

Walk into Tomb-Sweeping Day

With a grateful heart

Thanksgiving underground relatives.

Grateful parents

Every year, Tomb-Sweeping Day pays homage to the old friends.

Show your heart at your parents' grave.

Life is not easy.

Feelings are getting more and more real.

Life has experienced more than half.

Getting closer and closer to parents

Be a good person all your life

More important than anything.

People are famous when they die.

Seek truth from goodness.

What is fundamental?

As a man, of course.

Normal mind in life

Don't lose heart when you are alive.

Worth making friends.

Be worthy of the person you love.

Fame and wealth

Why take it too seriously?

Be a down-to-earth person

Relatives in the underground are also at ease.

15, drunk in Tomb-Sweeping Day

There is not much drunkenness in life.

Drunk in front of my parents' grave

Only in front of relatives

Only this kind of real drunkenness!

Usually I don't get drunk when I drink.

There is no reason to get drunk.

Expose yourself to your parents.

That sincerity is from the heart.

How many difficult things are there in life

How bitter and tired is life?

There's no need to tell anyone.

Only parents listen to you.

You need to pull yourself together when you're done.

Stand up after getting drunk.

Everything needs your own efforts.

Bring comfort to underground parents.