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A two-minute recitation of ancient poetry
2. The reading time is about two minutes, including ancient prose, famous poems, 1, Yu (Liu Yong).
Cold and sad. The pavilion was late and the shower began to rest.
All the accounts are not in the mood. I miss places and Lanzhou to urge me to send them.
Holding hands and looking at each other, tears swirled in my eyes until there were no words at last, and a thousand words stuck in my throat and I couldn't say it.
Thinking about thinking, thousands of miles of smoke, dusk, chutiankuo.
Love hurts and leaves since ancient times. What's more, it is a cold autumn festival.
Where did you wake up tonight? Yang Liuan and Xiaofeng are dying.
This is a long time, people who love each other are not together, and I even expect to be satisfied with the good weather and scenery in name only.
Customs are strange, who to talk to.
2, Nian Nujiao red cliff nostalgia (Su Shi)
The surging river flows eastward, and those heroes of the past are gone forever. To the west of the old camp, people say it's the War of the Three Kingdoms, Battle of Red Cliffs. The steep rock wall, like thunder waves lapping against the river bank, waves like rolling up thousands of snow. The majestic rivers and mountains are picturesque, and many heroes emerge at once.
Looking back on Zhou Yu's spring breeze era, young and beautiful Joe just married him, and he was full of heroic spirit. A white figure with a feather fan came face to face, and while talking and laughing, the enemy warships burned to ashes. I am wandering in the battlefield today. I feel a feeling heart and give birth to white hair prematurely. Life is like a dream, sprinkle a glass of wine to pay tribute to the bright moon on the river.
3. Man Jianghong (Yue Fei)
Anger rushes to the crown, rain falls on the railing.
Looking up, screaming in the sky, strong and fierce.
Thirty reputations, dust and dirt,
Eight thousand miles, clouds and the moon.
Don't wait to see young people's heads turn white, empty and sad.
Jingkang shame, still not snow;
When do courtiers hate their guts!
Driving a long car to break through the lack of Helan Mountain.
Eager for pork,
Talking about the thirst for Hun blood.
Stay and clean up the old mountains and rivers from the beginning and go to the sky.
4. Zou Ji satirized Wang Qi's incompetence.
Zou Ji is more than eight feet long, and his appearance is very beautiful. Get up in the morning, dress up, look in the mirror and say to his wife, "I am better than Xu Gong in the north of the city. Who is more beautiful? " ? "His wife said," you are very beautiful. How can Gong be as good as Gong Ye! "Xugong in the north of the city is the most beautiful man in Qi. Zou Ji didn't believe in himself, so he asked his concubine, "Who is more beautiful than Xugong? " ? " My concubine said, "Where can I compare with you?" ? The next day, a guest came from outside, sat next to him and asked him, "Who is more beautiful than ordinary people?" " ? " The guest said, "Xu Gong is not as beautiful as you!" Tomorrow, Xu Hui will come. Who saw it and thought it was inferior; Look at yourself in the mirror, as far as the horizon. Thinking at dusk: "My wife is beautiful and I am private; The beauty of my concubine is afraid of me; The beauty of the guest is me, I want my things. "
So he went to the court to see Wang Wei and said, "I really know that Xu Hongmei is inferior. My wife is a private minister, my concubine is afraid of me, and everything my guests want from me is more beautiful than Xu Hongmei. Today, thousands of miles away, there are 120 cities, ladies in the left and right, all private kings; Courtiers are not afraid of kings; Within four borders, there is nothing but the king. From this point of view, the cover of the king is very embarrassing! " Qi Weiwang said, "You speak very well!" ! "He ordered:" Those officials who can stab me in the face should be rewarded; There will be a reward for those who write and exhort me; Those who can slander the city and hear my ears will be rewarded. "
At the beginning of the stage, the ministers remonstrated and the door was crowded. After a few months, from time to time. Years later, although I wanted to talk, I couldn't get in. Yan, Zhao, Han and Wei are all Qi people. This so-called failure in court
5. Moonlight on the Chunjiang River (Zhang Tang Xu Ruo)
Lian Haiping is in the spring tide, and the bright moon on the sea is born in the tide. I drift thousands of miles, where there is no moon by the river! The river flows around Fangdian, and the moonlight shines on the flower forest like graupel.
Frost flows in the air, you can't fly, but you can't see the white sand on the pavilion. There is no dust in the sky on the river, and there is a lonely moon in the sky. Who saw the moon by the river for the first time? When did Jiang Yue take the photo at the beginning of the year?
Life is endless from generation to generation, and Jiang Yue is similar year after year. I don't know who Jiang Yue is waiting for, but I see the Yangtze River delivering water. The white clouds have gone, and Qingfeng is at a loss.
Who will go boating tonight? Where do you miss Mingyue Building? Poor people wander upstairs for the moon, so they should leave someone to fill the mirror. The jade curtain can't be rolled up, and the anvil refers to it.
At this time, I don't know each other. I hope China will shine on you every month. Hongyan flies in the sky, and fish Long Qian jumps in the water. Last night, I dreamed that the idle pool had fallen, and the poor spring had not returned.
In spring, the river flows away, and the pond falls in the moon and the west. The slanting moon hides the sea fog, and Jieshi Xiaoxiang Road is infinite. I don't know how many people return home every month, and the moon is full of rivers and trees.
6. Jia Jian (The Book of Songs Qin Feng)
The Millennium is frost. The so-called Iraqis are on the water side.
Tracing back from it, the road resistance is long; Swim back from it, in the middle of the water
After a long time, the Millennium is not clear. The so-called Iraqis are in the water.
Tracing back and forth from it, the road is blocked and broken. Swim back from the inside and swim in the water.
Jia Cai, peace and prosperity have not passed. The so-called Iraqis are in the water.
Go back and follow, the road is blocked and turn right. Swim back from the inside and swim in the water.
When reading these ancient prose and poems, we should first understand the author's writing background and the central idea of the poems, and understand the artistic conception of the articles.
Secondly, when reading, we should pay attention to the pronunciation of words, pay attention to sentence breaking, read slowly, and match with appropriate background music, such as guzheng music "Mountain Running Water".
Third, pay attention to adding emotion when reading. Such as some expressions, actions, gestures, etc.
You can ask a friend to help you practice and see if you feel immersive after reading it.
It takes about two minutes for the school to hold a recitation of ancient poems. Please recommend pipa.
Bai Juyi
In the evening, I bid farewell to a guest on Xunyang River. Maple leaves and mature rushes rustle in autumn.
I, the host, have dismounted, my guest has boarded his boat, and we raise our cups, hoping to drink-but, alas, there is no music.
Although we drank a lot of wine, we were not happy. When we were leaving each other, the river mysteriously widened in the direction of the full moon.
We heard a sudden sound, a guitar crossed the water, the host forgot to go home and the guests left.
We followed the direction of the melody and asked the player's name, and the voice was interrupted ... and then she reluctantly answered.
We moved the boat closer to hers, invited her to join us, and summoned more wine and lanterns to start our party again.
However, before she came to us, we called a thousand times and urged her for a thousand times, but she still hid half of her face behind her guitar from us.
... she turned the tuning pin and tested several strings, and even before she played, we could feel her feelings.
Every string is a kind of meditation, and every note is a kind of deep thinking, as if she were telling us the pain of her life.
She frowned, bent her fingers, and then started her music, letting her heart share everything with us bit by bit.
She brushes the strings, twists them slowly, sweeps them and plucks them, first "Nishang" and then "Six Yao".
Big strings hum like rain, and small strings whisper like secrets.
Humming, whispering-and then mixing together, like pouring large and small pearls into a plate of jade.
Between Guan Ying's words, the bottom of the flower is slippery, so you can't swallow the spring scenery and flow under the ice.
The ice spring is cold and astringent, and the strings condense, and the condensation will never stop.
The depth of sadness and the hiding of sadness are more told in silence than in voice.
A silver vase suddenly burst, pouring out a stream of water, jumping out of the conflict and blow between armored horses and weapons.
Before she put down the pick, her stroke was over, and all four strings made a sound, just like tearing silk.
The east ship was silent, and the west ship was silent. We saw the white autumn moon entering the river.
She tied it thoughtfully on the rope, stood up and smoothed her clothes, serious and polite.
Tell us how she spent her girlhood in the capital and lived in her parents' house in Toad Hill.
She mastered the guitar at the age of thirteen, and her name ranked first in the list of musicians.
Her art even attracted the appreciation of experts, and her beauty attracted the envy of all major dancers.
How did the aristocratic youths in Wuling compete generously? Countless red silks were given to a song.
The silver comb inlaid with shells was broken by her rhythm, and the bloody skirt was stained with wine.
Season after season, joy followed, and neither the autumn moon nor the spring breeze attracted her attention.
Until her brother went to war, and then her aunt died, and the night passed, and the night came, and her beauty disappeared.
Lengma was at the door, so at last she gave her wife to a businessman.
Who, first of all, stole money, accidentally left her and went to Fuliang to buy tea a month ago.
She has been taking care of an empty boat in the estuary, with no companions except the bright moon and cold water.
Sometimes in the middle of the night, she dreams of her victory and is awakened from her dream by her hot tears.
Her first guitar note made me sigh. Now, after listening to her story, I feel even sadder.
We were all unhappy until the end of the day, when we met. We understand. What is the relationship between acquaintances? !
A year ago, I left the capital and came here. Now I am a sick Jiujiang exile.
Jiujiang is so far away that I haven't heard music, neither strings nor bamboo sounds for a whole year.
My residence is near the town by the river, low and humid, and the house is surrounded by bitter reeds and yellow rushes.
What can you hear here in the morning and evening? ? The cuckoo's bleeding cry, the ape's sobbing.
I often pick up the wine and drink it alone in the spring morning with flowers and the autumn night with moonlight shining.
Of course, there are folk songs and bagpipes in the village, but they are rough and harsh, and they are harsh in my ears.
Tonight, when I heard you playing the guitar, I felt that my hearing was illuminated by wonderful music.
Don't leave us. Come, sit down. Play it for us again. Translate the travel notes of pipa for you.
... she was moved by my words, stood there for a while, and then sat down to play her strings-they sounded even sadder.
Although the tune was different from what she had played before, all the listeners covered their faces.
But which of them cried the most? ? This Jiujiang official. My blue sleeves are wet.
4.2-minute poem "Ten Articles of Time"-Introduction to the Prince of the Arctic ~ ~ Don't open this page full of souls. Your eyes are passers-by, and so is your heart. Prince of the Arctic ~~~ 1. Let time prove that I am old, but time is not old. Bai Yueguang still shines on your side. I'm drunk, but my heart is not drunk. I still know who I love. My figure is still in my dream, facing the wind and running with you. How long did it take me to love you? Time proves ~ Beyond Time II, a collection of poems by Arctic monarch. No matter spring, summer, autumn and winter, I always miss your departure. I am willing to wait for the joy of reunion, but there is no agreed harvest. No matter now or in the future, I have always accepted your time together. I am willing to let my thoughts bloom and feel pain and suffering inside. Happiness ~ Poems of the Arctic Monarch "Beyond Time" 3. The love of a lifetime has been tied for a long time, hiding in a dark hut, suddenly escaping from the darkness, bearing the weight of your heart. I have never been clear in my mind how to walk out of the road without courage slowly. Short contact is like lightning in the dark, making the dark world beautiful and lovely. Only you can feel my existence, not afraid of being fast, but afraid that love can't extend in the years, and understand that melancholy thoughts float to you. You and I can't forget because the time is not up ~ Arctic Jun's poem "Beyond Time" 4. The paper boat's past was folded together yesterday, and the same story was folded and folded. My mood has changed today, and I may have hidden secrets for too many years. When it was opened, the traces of time experience had been smoothed out ~ Beyond Time, the poem and song of Arctic Jun. "Thinking" The past is getting farther and farther away. Is your memory still vague in another encounter? I am in a dry age. I'm still dreaming a prosperous dream, meeting you on a beautiful snowy night, and hugging your smile on a lonely pillow ~ Beyond Time, a collection of poems by the Arctic monarch. Zhou Shi can't bear my heart, but I wander around the bow, watching the vicissitudes of time at the stern. How can we cure rain with tears and go underground as much as possible? Wash away the scars, the heart is too heavy to take away ~ Beyond Time, a collection of poems by Arctic monarch, 7. The fate of the past has faded with the years. Loneliness stripped the flowers of their colors. The young footsteps have gone away, and I can't get back to the intoxicating heartbeat. Stories and memories can't be kept. Always inseparable from the hazy past. You can hear the sound of broken dreams during the day. Clear the burden. It turns out that you can't let go of those strands of thoughts, but you don't have the courage to face the night and you will see an enlarged picture ~ Beyond Time, a collection of poems by the Arctic monarch. If "Photo" says years, we miss you so much that we have many photos of you when we missed you in the past, and our original wishes are still cherished in the distant time. If time is remembered in this way, we won't have much pain. When we miss you, can we see your photos? Can the eyes with stagnant youth see my heart pounding and read it every night? I miss you for another day ~ Beyond Time, a collection of poems by the Arctic monarch. "Movie" You and I love each other, and finally there is only one person left in the empty night. The protagonist of the story of the past did not explain, and the spoony tears showed that my eyes hurt the most, and I tried to catch your inner movements countless times. Tears are so full that I can't see clearly. My love for you is like a movie that is shown over and over again on an empty night. Why can't the new time uncover the old screen ~ beyond time 10. Memory, please smile with red dimples. The memory of that beautiful cheek was brought to the cold and windy winter. My hands are getting warmer. Her sensitive fingertips are moving. When the cold wind comes back and the smile reappears, I will slowly and quietly accept my pounding mood. When the years have lost the color of youth and the thoughts have lost their original strength, I will still open the window of memory. I hope it helps you.
5. Seek poems suitable for recitation, preferably archaic, which can be sung within 2 minutes-Xi Murong.
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Please sing a song for me.
In that forgotten ancient language
Please call gently with a beautiful vibrato.
Great rivers and mountains in my heart
That smell only exists outside the Great Wall.
Anyone who speaks SEG tunes is too sad.
If you don't want to hear it,
That's because there is no desire for you in the song.
We always have to sing and sing.
Think of the golden grassland thousands of miles away.
Think of the wind and sand whistling through the desert.
Miss the banks of the Yellow River and Yinshan Mountain.
The hero rode a strong horse and returned to his hometown.
6. Read a sad poem for about two minutes. On that day, Wu Meicun abandoned the world and broke the enemy's pass to receive Yujing.
Mourn all six armies and rush to the crown-anger is beauty.
Beauty is beyond my love, thieves die young, and there is a feast.
Electric anti-pornography towels will gather in Montenegro, and crying will meet relatives.
When we first met, we passed Tian Dou's house and danced with Hou Sang Men like flowers.
Xu Jiang will prostitute in seven miles, waiting for the general oil wall car.
Among the flowers in Suzhou, Luo Qi's fine print is round.
Sleepwalking to Fu Tea Garden, Gong E hugged the king.
I used to be a lotus picker, and there was a pond in front of the door.
When the oars in the horizontal pond fly away, there is no strong home to carry them home.
At this time, I am not unlucky. At this time, only tears touched the clothes.
Xun Tian's spirit is even more haggard, and his eyes are white and his teeth are not cherished.
Take back Yongxiang, close the family and teach a new voice to sit on the guest.
A sad string tells who is flying red and sunset red?
Bai Qingqing is the youngest, and I have repeatedly examined flowers.
Take the charming bird out of its cage early, and when can it stay in the Milky Way?
I hate killing military books and urging them to die. If I continue to work hard, I will make mistakes.
It was a brief encounter, but once an ant thief flooded Chang 'an.
The poor woman's head is a willow, and she thinks it's powder on the horizon.
Green beads on all sides, strong call crimson trees out of the carved aperture.
What will you win if not all the strong ones win?
The moth's eyebrows immediately came in, and the clouds were not full of shock.
The wax torch ushered in the battlefield, and the makeup was covered with red marks.
Specially recruited Xiao Gu to ride thousands of times on Qinchuan and Jinniu Road.
Xieguyun rises from the painting building, and turns on the cosmetic mirror after sunset.
It is reported that Sapium sebiferum has a frost of 10 degree.
(I used to see a few creams on the right ascension of Sapium sebiferum, but I can't remember. )
The teacher who taught Qu Ji is still in pity, and the girl who plays Huansha remembers her peers.
The lair * * * is a mud swallow, which flies on the branches and turns into a phoenix.
Dragons mourn for their elders, and some husbands are good at being ministers.
At that time, I was just tired of fame.
A bead is full of sorrow, and the mountain is slim.
Hating the wind and falling flowers, endless spring scenery comes to heaven and earth.
Taste the country and the city, and make Zhou Lang famous.
The wife should be a big deal, but the hero is helpless and affectionate.
The bones of the whole family turned to ashes, and the red makeup shone in history.
Didn't you see that the pavilion doll first stayed in the mandarin duck building,
Yue Nv can never get enough of flowers.
The incense trail dust makes a black crow, and the people in the gallery go to the moss and green.
Wan Li moved to the palace in sorrow, and Gu Liangzhou danced beads and sang songs.
Don't sing martial arts songs for you, Hanshui flows southeast day and night! This moonlit night with flowers by the river is not sad for more than two minutes, but most people in a dream of red mansions will definitely choose it. Can you grasp the rhythm or Liu Xiyi's generation of sad Chinese Pulsatilla, who is flying around in the east of Luoyang?
Luoyang woman looks beautiful, sitting alone in the courtyard, looking at the scattered plum blossoms, sighing long.
The peach blossom and plum blossom I saw this year have rotted in color. I wonder who can see the beautiful flowers in the flowering season next year?
I have seen handsome pines and cypresses destroyed into firewood, and I heard that mulberry fields have become the sea.
Old friends no longer lament that the peach blossoms are dying in the east of Luoyang, but now people are still falling in the wind.
Flowers still bloom every year, but they are different from year to year.
Send a message, happy, pity the Chinese Pulsatilla.
Now he is white-haired and poor, but he is still a handsome young woman.
The old man in his later years once danced with the son of Yu Fangshu's son in the methotrexate song.
Guangluchitai is resplendent and magnificent, and Jiangjun Pavilion draws immortals.
When the old man is sick in bed, he is ignored. In the past, he had fun in the spring. Where is the Qing dance now?
How long can a moth's eyebrows turn? In an instant, the crane knows everything.
But looking at ancient song and dance venues, only birds are sad at dusk! Or the ballad of hoary head is a little short, if it is accompanied by explanation, it will be enough, while Bai Juyi's "A Song of the Palace of Eternal Life on September 9" is too long, and Li Bai's is not suitable. I hope I can help you.
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