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Recite poems that can win prizes (not too long). It would be better if there were lyrical music.
ah, captain! My captain! (Walt Whitman)

Index finger: Believe in the future

Ai Qing: I love this land

Shu Ting: My dear motherland

Yu Guangzhong's homesickness

Xu Zhimo's In Biekang Bridge

Dai Wangshu's Rain Lane < Years are like songs >

They are all things I like to recite at school.

The following is

the first song to commemorate the December 29th Movement:

That day

-to commemorate the December 29th Movement? The sixty-sixth anniversary of the 9th Movement

The wind of history

turned over the sixty-six-page calendar

That chilly day

began to be vivid

Deduced in my eyes

Snowflakes were no longer white

That cold winter

There was only one kind of cry

Like an iron horse

Stripped this ancient country

. The head

is branded with a

deep imprint

Time flies like the north wind

That day is yellow and gone

But can the shoulders of reality

bear

those once boiling passions

Days still stand on the back of the century

Staring silently

.

Is it like a sculpture

Standing forever

The second song:

In 1935, China's wild chrysanthemum

Qian Wanqing

On December 9, 1935, 6, students from Peiping gathered in xinhua gate to protest against the Kuomintang government's policy of not visiting Japan, which was suppressed by the Kuomintang government. More than 1 people were injured and more than 3 people were arrested in the movement. In the winter of 1935 in China, the earth was full of wild chrysanthemums, as if they were heroes in the flames of war. They raise their bright heads and ask questions in the sky ...

A cold night in winter

A thick scroll of history

spread to the winter sixty years ago

There is always a roar of tide in such a night

There is always a fire burning

A house of 12 square meters

The temperature suddenly rises, and a pair of eyes

Sweat flows from the pores

The fragrance of the earth is strong < Knock on the door of the loess

On a crumpled fallen leaf

I saw a flaming winter

I saw 6, wild chrysanthemums

At the same time, a group of red chrysanthemums were opened.

Wild chrysanthemums in 1935

You held your head high at the sun

Call

Call

Broken the cold star of the twelve horns. > The Yellow River and the Yangtze River will be diverted from now on

Wild chrysanthemums

Wild chrysanthemums in 1935

Your thin roots cling to the earth

On the bricks and stones of xinhua gate, you knock on the doorbell of peace with your hands

The earth cracks

The maw devours the whole winter

Thirty peaceful voices

are trapped in a cage

Cage. ...

The whole land of China was awakened

All the dark nights were lit

My kind head was awakened

In the winter of 1935 in China, my blood was boiling

Like the blooming of wild chrysanthemums

How can I imagine that the enlightened rooster

landed on the dictator's plate

How can the Yellow River and the Yangtze River

be cut off from now on?

Maybe

we were born from the same root

We shared a river in the same home

How can gunfire burn

Wild Chrysanthemum in 1935

You were dressed in plain and beautiful flowers

In the winter of 1935

You died. Breathing in the sun

The stars are running in the air

The orbit is lying in the middle of the law

How peaceful it is

Why do you go off the rails

Bury the righteousness under the wheel

The dove of peace retreats at night

The bayonet is held high

The wild chrysanthemum in 1935

Six thousand flowers are clean and beautiful < > China, which warmed up in 1935

Every flame contains anger

Every flame contains a question

The fire enveloped the earth

The oppressed people all over the world

Today, I

sit quietly in front of history

see the winter of 1935

China's cracked land

open beautiful fields. This winter, the only thing that excites me is this day: loud voices and furious waves ... I can't describe its grandeur and sadness. Sixty years later, yesterday's wild chrysanthemums are in full bloom, and yesterday's tide is still rolling in the sea of flowers in winter. People can't look at the wild chrysanthemums from their eyes.

About the author: Qian Wanqing, male, from Tunchang, Hainan. Graduated from the Chinese Department of Qiongzhou University, I like poetry, and I am diligent in poetry creation. I have published my works in many newspapers and periodicals.

The third song:

Talk and sing

-Some thoughts on commemorating the December 9th Movement

Zhu Wenyan

The moon is thin and hangs like a sickle for mowing grass

In the night sky

The long hair of stars caresses rivers and hills

Whose hand is flapping the river and waves on my chest

. > knocking on my fragile heart again and again

No one can forget

the December 9th Movement, which penetrated the thick upper strata and historical days

No matter whether it was the red wind or the blood rain

the boiling voice of young people

cut

the most touching chapter in the patriotic student movement of the Chinese people

singing extended from the horizon of China < Farewell to weapons

If I shed tears and breathe fragrance

Fix my true feelings on the peak of the high-pitched world

Step by step closer to the pioneer

Put countless green tender hands

Holding the torch of happiness

Full of sparks

Gradually condensed into a

Warm heart

I saw his bright and clean pair. You and I

How can the wind lift me up tonight

Let me step on the moon and dance

... hentai, a tall tree, has eagle wings and is far away from Zhejiang

A sword is a monument, burning like blood

A thousand miles away is frozen, who sings "Spring and Snow in the Garden"

...

Oh, my hard-working brothers and sisters

are stirring the life. My dreams

all rest on your generous shoulders

Let the river of my thoughts

flow into your red-hot blood vessels

So I have surging feelings and love

splash yo splash yo

...

Second, walk into the poetry

walk into the edge of life

Spirit. Struggle

under the pressure of time

I hold the candle of life tightly

I touch the heroic spirit in my heart

I sing a small eulogy

I just want to

dip in the pride of youth

fly over my humble emblem

guard for peace, tranquility and harmony

even in the coldest season

.

With hands

I will hold trembling hopes

Turn thousands of years of wind and rain into stars

The bluebird has already flown away from human childhood in the most beautiful posture

But my road has not left my yellow home

Please give me new things and staring eyes

Please give me listening ears and keen thinking < Li

wants to

dissolve into a glume

a shining

star embedded in a blue planet

About the author: Zhu Wenyan, female, from Wanning, Hainan. Graduated from the Chinese Department of Qiongzhou University in 1997. During my school days, some works were published in Modern Youth, Hainan Youth Daily and other newspapers, and some works were included in the book New Works of Contemporary Newcomers. He used to be the director of Tongshi Youth Literature Association and the president of Shancheng Literature Society of Qiongzhou University, and won many awards in essay competitions.

No.4:

Commemorating the December 9th

The scene of Bingcao

sixty-four years ago is as vivid as yesterday

A disaster-stricken country

A dying nation

groaning in blood shed,

struggling at home and abroad

and the water is deep. Gentle

Beiping, finally broke out a backlog of inner cries

against the autonomy of North China

against the civil war, and unanimously

roared through time and space

exploded like thunder on December 9th

stretched out his hand like a forest

swept the streets of China city

the land burned by blood and fire

lost its maternal tenderness < Crying at the end of the screams

Mom, I won't leave you

This cry shocked the hearts of thousands of people in Qian Qian

China

This cry accused the National Government of

all kinds of ugly crimes

and should have taken the lead. Soldiers

who defend Xinjiang and defend the country are bravely killing their brothers and sisters

The guns that should have been aimed at the enemy

are devouring their hometown

This is the scene 64 years ago

This is the fuse of the December 9th Movement

The sons and daughters of Chinese people born of suffering

The descendants of Chinese people educated in war

are at the head of the national disaster. At the moment of national peril, people who don't want to lose their homes, get up, get up, shout out our inner storm, publicize our idea of resisting Japan and saving the nation, get up, people who don't want to be conquered people, Get up

Dedicate our youth to the motherland

Dedicate our lives to our mother

To drive out the Japanese invaders

To defend our sacred land

To defend the unyielding dignity of the Chinese mother

Our heads can be broken and our blood can be shed

Our bodies can be destroyed and our lives can rest

In China, as long as there is smoke, there is brave soil < There is hope

Today, we bid farewell to war and suffering

What we can't bid farewell to is

every word of blood and fire in history

What we can't bid farewell to is

every hero in the December 9th Movement

Today, we cherish the memory of that history written by blood and tears with holy poems

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