What are some of the traditional Chinese poems and red classic poems that are suitable to be performed in recitation competitions, please recommend!

Best AnswerThe day and night roaring away in my eyes

The green grass and gold raging in my chest

The Emperor's dragon robeThe Emperor's inner scripture

The tears and expressions of the mud and sand

My youthful time running more than

My blood and breath of the ten thousand horses and mutes

When I hold a copper kettle in my hand to scald and warm up a river of tears

When I hold a copper kettle in my hand to scald and warm up a river of tears

Who is your boat drunk and not returning to the river?

Who is your drunken boat

Repressing your heartbeat

I look ahead to the thundering dipper

Yellow River, a thousand diaries you've uncovered

A thousand diaries is a thousand sails

A thousand sails

A thousand sails

A thousand sails

A thousand sails

When I take the animals and drive the sheep, and disappear at the entrance of your dusk

There is a time when I am not in the mood for the world, and when I have to go out of my life.

When I bring my children and my old and my young to roam along your path

When I worship the source of your great depth with my head above the fire pit

The Yellow River I long for the harvest of the earth after the storm

My Yellow River with its black hair and white hair of 3,000 meters

My Yellow River that flows 3,000 meters down

My Yellow River with its horses and ice river of dreams

My Yellow River with its horses and ice river of dreams

My Yellow River with its horses and ice river of dreams

My Yellow River with its horses and ice river of dreams

My Yellow River with its horses and ice river of dreams

My light boat can cross ten thousand mountains

My photo can't take away my face

My song can't take away my emotion

Sea water can't drown the setting sun in my heart

The river can't bury the dust in my eyes

My river can't turn back without bumping into the south wall

My river can't turn back without bumping into the south wall

My river can't turn back without seeing the coffin

My river can't turn back without seeing the coffin

When sorghum falls into blood

When tears are molded into a spike of barley

When my feet are covered in mud and water and I clutch a handful of hard work in my hand

Yellow River, you're the song that I want to sing when I'm tired

Whips and shadows drive carriages full of flames and tears

One song is filled with apricot blossoms that wet the village

Drinking in the north wind, I stand here in the east and west of your river, in the north and south of your river

The Yellow River, I am the mountain range you watched me grow up in

Shandandandan's flowers bloom in red, coloring the slopes of your mountains made of water

A little bit of the stars in the sky, a little bit of them ignites the pulse of your nine curves of your river

When I hum a song of my children, in the scorching sun and in the cold, you are the horse of my dreams

When I hum a song of my children. >You're the country I dream about

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