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Recitation of ancient poems for the Qingming Festival
During our school years, we must not have seen too many classic recitations, right? Recitations, usually on stage, in the midst of a large crowd. So the question is, what kind of recitation is classic? The following is the 2022 Qingming Festival ancient poems recitation draft that I helped you organize, just for reference, let's take a look.
1, "Qingming Rain"
Look at this Qingming rain
Moisturizing a few red dust
The earthly blue sky, the prosperity of the world is over
Thoughts of madness breeding
Look at this Qingming rain
All the way to the pedestrian
Hanging with a line of tears rain
Tears are falling down my face
I'm talking about the past
I've burned a cup of soil and a few joss sticks
I've burned the paper money in the sky
My love has left me, and my heart is aching
I'm wiping away my tears
I'm embarking on a journey to the next day
The road is stretching out under my feet
I've been thinking about my life, but I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to make it.
The beauty is in the reshaping of life
2. The Rain of Qingming The sky is heavy with rain The crystal droplets in my hair Tears of the sky The breeze is cold and my heart is wet The sky and the earth are two lines of road Tears of longing The willow is green, the willow is green, the willow is green, the willow is green, the willow is green and the willow is green. p> The green willow is coming out Continuing The turn of yesterday's fallen leaves The apricot blossom branch is full of head The light color The petals are falling all over the ground Continuing The blossom of the flowers and the fall of the birth of the flowers The blankness sends out the sadness The present is not the same as the past and the past is not the present Only efforts and happiness can be Heaven and earth laugh together 3, "Qingming" Thinking of the past, the beacon of anti-Japanese fire burned the earth, In the days of the bloody winds and rains, How many generals and soldiers face the wind and rain to valiantly attack. For the sake of the beautiful mountains and rivers of China, they faced the enemy's butcher knife, smiling to meet tomorrow; eight years of resistance to the war in exchange for a magnificent victory. In those days, the bugle call of the liberation war resounded through heaven and earth; How many heroes were invincible in the rain of bullets and bullets, In order to liberate the sons and daughters of China, They held up the torch and broke through the darkness, The fire of the stars was lit in the hearts of hundreds of millions of people. 4, "descendants" Turning the history of the Chinese People's Brigade, How many heroes from the righteousness of the heroic sacrifice; Into the pine and cypress verdant Martyrs' Mausoleum, How many martyrs of the spirit of the long sleep here. In order to save the next generation from suffering, Great in life, honorable in death It doesn't matter if you cut off your head, as long as the doctrine is true Killing Xia Minghan, there are still people later. 5. Qingming Qingming Festival The rain comes from the sky Through the green willow leaves, Brushing through the pink peach blossoms Sprinkled on the grass in front of the graveyard Wetting the hearts of those who pay tribute to their ancestors Clear rain Where did you come from? Where do you come from? From the infinite 'firmament'? In the boundless universe, is there really the soul of the ancestors? The rain of Qingming Festival For the sake of the Qingming Festival Is the Qingming Festival for the sake of this sorrowful rain and for the sake of the Qingming Festival? The rain of Qingming Festival is the tears shed in remembrance of the martyrs A few years from now when we also turn into a pile of yellow earth into a wisp of blue smoke who will also be shedding these heartbreaking tears for us now. 6, "Qingming Rain" Qingming rain ah fluttering, is our hot tears gushed out of the heart. Martyrs, today we gather together, to salute you! We are here to sing in your honor. We are like the little pine trees by the monument. We are like the little pine trees by the monument. Guarding you at all times, We are like the flowers on the graveyard, Sending greetings and fragrance to you. The rain of the Qingming Festival is a dotted note, writing a heroic chapter. Bonus willow green, warbler song and swallow dance, drizzle lingering Qingming. The warmth of spring and the faint melancholy in the heart slowly rose, the verdant mountains, silent, that is your glorious image, than its greatness. The pines and cypresses, listening to your heroic deeds, in front of your tomb, only seem so small. The bright red scarf, is colored by your blood. It is a constant reminder to us to cherish the happiness of today's life! White flowers, Send our condolences: Martyrs, you rest in peace, We will never let you down! 7, "Qingming" It's Qingming Festival again The sky is heavy, the rain is drizzly The crystal water beads between the hair fall down The tears of the sky The breeze is cool, the heart is wet The sky and the earth are two lines of road Tears and rows of tears, and the thoughts of love are there The people of the world are in a state of shock, but they have no idea what is going on. The willows are coming out Continuing the cycle of yesterday's leaves The apricot blossoms are all over the head The light color The petals are all over the ground Continuing the cycle of blossoming and falling flowers The blankness of the sky sends out thoughts of mourning This is not yesterday, but yesterday is not yesterday Tong'an The wind is cool, the heart is wet. Only hard work and happiness can make heaven and earth laugh together 8, "Qingming Rain" It's just like that This Qingming rain has drenched our hearts Qingming rain actually comes in the right time Even if it's a long time ago, we'll never be able to get rid of it. Even after years and years Our thoughts are still lingering In the rain We are used to staring Even the thunder of spring Can't wake us up The mountain paths are winding Printed with a solemnity all the way through Deep and shallow From the ancient times to the present day Bright and vivid colors are seen all over the place after the rain Fresh in the heart Deep in the colors of spring Behind the graves The grass is lush Drops of dewdrops fall Reflecting the sun's promise We're on our knees Knocking out a gurgle In the wilderness It doesn't go away It is a national painting. It is a national painting Depicting the ancient picture of the nation Penetrating the paper Densely colored inheritance Floating `wonderful Sentimental Ching Ming rain Don't forget our promise Called next year 9. strong> You no longer comfort the greening wheat seedlings Cannot bloom the expression of grain Your white hair is like a shivering sorrow Falling full of early arrival frost It is not enough to just reminisce You must bring with you the nutritious money for the meal And the fireworks to warm up your body Toward the place where you lived for many years Looking for the exit of the days Here I will hold the smile of my thoughts inch by inch I won't hurt your spring with the spreading soot Here there's nothing left but the guilt of the hang-ups And the silent blessing On the way to the West I'm going to take my hands and my heart and I'm going to take the money for the food and the fire for the warmth. p> Pick up the peaks and valleys with both hands Lean on the blessed sunset and night Cry a lot "Qingming" by Du Mu, Tang Dynasty The rains fall one after another in Qingming, and the pedestrians on the road want to break their souls. I asked where the taverns were. The first time I saw this is when I was a kid, and it was the first time I'd ever seen a kid in my life. "Cold Eclipse on the Way" by Tang Song Zhiwen "Cold Eclipse on the Way" by Tang Song Zhiwen
"Cold Eclipse on the Way" by Tang Song Zhiwen. I have no idea what I'm going to do, but I've been looking at it for a long time.
The North Pole is full of bright masters, and the southern sea is full of chasing ministers. The first time I saw you, I was in the middle of the night, and you were in the middle of the night, and you were in the middle of the night.
"Spring Night Joyful Rain" by Tang Du Fu
Good rain knows the time of year, when spring is happening. It's the best way to get the most out of your life, and it's the best way to get the most out of your life.
The path is dark with clouds, and the riverboat is bright with fire. The first thing you need to do is to look at the red wet place, the flowers are heavy Jin Guancheng.
The Night of the Ching Ming Festival
The night of the Ching Ming Festival, the night of the Ching Ming Festival, the night of the Red Henchman.
The night of the Qingming Festival is the night when the wind and the moon are clear and the sky is bright, and the red roof of the blue house is the home of the assassin.
The garden on the day of the Qingming Festival to send friends
Today's Qingming Festival, the garden victory is partial. The wind is blowing the willow flakes, and the new fire is making smoke in the kitchen.
The grass has opened up three paths, and the article remembers two sages. The first time I saw this was when I was a kid, and it was the first time I'd ever seen a kid in the world.
Tang Wen Tingyun
Qing'e in the painting fan, the spring tree Yu Jin red. The first time I saw it, it was a very beautiful day, and the second time I saw it, it was a very beautiful day.
The horse is proud to avoid the curtain, the chicken is afraid to open the cage. The first time I saw this was when I was in the middle of the night, and the second time I was in the middle of the night.
"Song of the Moon on Mount Emei" by Li Bai, Tang Dynasty
The moon on Mount Emei is half a round of autumn, and its shadow is in the water of the Pingqiang River.
The moonlight is in the middle of the moon in Emei Mountain, and its shadow is in the river of Pingqiang.
"Cold Eclipse" Tang - Han Jian (韩翃)
There is no place where flowers do not fly in the spring city, and the wind is blowing in the east of the city to make the willow slant.
The candles were passed on to the Han Palace at the end of the day, and the smoke was dispersed into the houses of the five vassals.
"The first time I entered the Qin River, I met the cold food" by Emperor Li Longji of Tang Minghuang
The fragrant trees of Luoyang reflect Tianjin, and the poplars of Ba Bank are rustling new.
I was so happy to be there, I didn't know I was wasting my time in the two capitals.
The remaining leap of last year is early this spring, and the dawn color and wind is blowing on the flowers and grasses.
The poor cold food and Qingming, light and in the Chang'an Road.
Since the road to the Qin River, the road has been a long way from the city, and the road has been a long way from the city.
The first time I saw this is when I was a young man, and the second time I saw it was when I was a young man.
The long bridge over the Wei Shui River is now ready to be crossed, and the new abundant trees are coming into view.
The Lixiu Mountain is in the sky, and the Tang Chi is in the smoke.
The smoke is heavy and the water hall is open.
This year's Qingming Festival is already late, and next year's cold food will be more companionable.
Tang - Zhang Shuo (唐-张说)
Halfway through the cold food spring, the flowers and birds are again delicate.
It is the day when fire is banned, and it is the day of the clearing of the sky.
The chicken is the best in the fight, and the horse is the best in the ball game.
The sky is clear, the clouds are pointing, and the wind is blowing.
The new flints are being replaced by new ones, and the old ones are being burned in the closed fields.
The emperor's love for the festival, the song and the xiao shao.
The Willow
The snow has just disappeared in the north and south of the river.
Ba has already climbed the hands of the travelers, and Chu Palace first galloped the waist of the dancing girls.
The Qingming Festival brings rain to the official road, and the evening breeze brushes the wild bridge.
The threads and threads of hatred are inextricably linked, and the way of the king and his grandson is far away.
Tang Bai Juyi, "Watching Brothels Dance and Listening to Poems on Qingming Day"
Watching the dance is like jade, listening to the poems is like gold.
The beauty of the people is so beautiful that they may smile, and the strings and pipes may be sung.
It is a pity that the spring breeze is so old and the wine is so deep.
Sending Deng Rui to his hometown on the day of the Ching Ming Festival
The bells and drums are clamoring for the day of departure, and the caravaners are urging for the night to get dressed.
The kitchen is on fire at dawn, and the willow is turning over in the dark.
The first time I saw you, I saw you in the mirror, holding a glass of wine and talking about your hometown.
I'm not sure how much I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm going to be able to do it.
Tang - Liu Changqing
The scenery is clear and bright, and the clouds and mountains look out of the corner of your eye.
The flowers are like the old days, and the wells are full of new smoke.
The colors of the grass are not empty, and the river flows into the distant sky.
Where is Chang'an? It is far away from the setting sun.
"The Day of the Bright Moon" by Tang Luo Yin
You and Tian Su are old friends, and I have been in the same boat for a long time.
Two years of separation under the Yellow Springs, all the days of sadness at the head of the Qu River.
The gulls and birds seem to be able to be physically together, and the apricot blossoms are suspected of wanting to be accompanied by sadness.
The widow's wife and children should have a cold lunch, and they look at Jiangling with tears in their eyes.
The Cold Snacks
In February, the flowers in Jiangnan were full of branches, and the cold snacks in other places were far away from being sad.
The poor often have no fireworks, not only for the son of push tomorrow.
Tang - Meng Haoran
Dili heavy Qingming, the hearts of the people since the sadness.
The sound of cars on the road, the color of willows in the East City.
The flowers and grasses grow together, and the warblers and butterflies play together.
The first time I saw you was when I was a young man, and the second time I saw you was when I was a young woman.
"Qingming" by Sun Changyin
In the late spring of the Qingming Festival, I was disappointed to see the northern mountains.
The flint fire is new, and the tung blossom is old.
I am ashamed to be in the dark, and I am not sure if I will ever be able to see my friends again.
It is not as good as the birds in the forest.
The Seven Rhymes of Qingming Festival
The first time I saw a woman in a car, she was in the car.
A shovel and a spade pulling the lungs and stomach, many people more help to comfort the heart marks.
The parents were very kind, but the children and grandchildren were very kind.
The first time I saw this was when I was a kid, and it was the first time I saw a kid.
Seven Melodies of Ching Ming
Once a year, we have to pay tribute to our ancestors.
The rain is pouring down with tears, and the chrysanthemums are full of memories.
The first day of the year is the first day of the year of the Chinese New Year, and the second day of the year of the Chinese New Year is the first day of the Chinese New Year.
The two brothers and sisters will work together to make progress, and the spirit of harmony and happiness will be consoled.
Chinese New Year's Eve
The Qingming Festival is a time of rain, a bouquet of flowers to mourn the dead.
In the past, the smoke was around the relatives, but today, the cemetery has turned into a flower bush.
"Chorus - Ching Ming Festival"
In the past, the parents suffered a lot, and they had to work hard.
The first two parents were very careful, and the second one was very hard to get rid of the children.
The first is the one that is not a part of the story, and the second is the one that is not a part of the story.
The first thing I want to say is that I'm not going to be able to do anything about it, but I'm going to do something about it.
Seven Melodies: A Memoir
These are the first time I've ever seen a woman in the world who has been in the world for a long time, and I'm not sure if I've ever been in the world for more than a year.
The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world.
The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
The first thing you need to know is how to get to the top of the page.
Seven melodies - Ching Ming Festival
The Ching Ming Festival is a time when people return to their hometowns, and the smoke and candlelight surround the graves.
A handful of yellow sand adds an inch of soil, a thousand tears to remember the soul.
The mother was born poor and bitter, and the father taught his children and grandchildren.
The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of a long journey, and the second time I was in the middle of a long journey, I was in the middle of a long journey.
Seven Melodies for Ching Ming
The hills in the north and south are full of graves, and the Ching Ming Festival has a lot to offer.
The paper ash flies as white butterfly, and the tears and blood are dyed as red azalea.
The foxes sleep on the mound at sunset, and the children smile before the lamp at night.
The first thing you need to do is to get drunk on the wine.
Seven Melodies for the Purpose of Ching Ming
There are many graveyard fields in my hometown, and I can't find a way to clean them up.
The heart of the butterfly with the wild geese, tears stained the mountains into azalea.
The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of a long journey, and it was a long time coming.
The first thing that I want to do is to get a good understanding of what is going on in the world and what is going on in the world.
The two oldest parents are gone, and the two worlds are separated from each other.
The family is very strict in its training, and the children and grandchildren will benefit from the same taste of sweetness and bitterness.
The incense burned in the incense is not enough, two lines of hot tears to thank the deep grace.
This is the first time I've ever seen this.
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