Poetry recitation suitable for children's competitions

1, crossing the old village-Meng Haoran

This old friend prepared a delicious meal and invited me to his hospitable farm. Green Woods surround the village and green hills are located outside the city.

Open the window facing the valley vegetable garden and pass the glass to talk about crops. Please come here to see chrysanthemums when the ninth festival comes.

I put this poem in front of me because it fascinated me with poetry and got out of hand. In primary school, a new Chinese teacher came to our school to teach the class next door. After school, I wait for my classmates at the door of the classroom. I listened to their class recite this poem together. At that time, I was shocked and thought how poetry could be so beautiful. From then on, I fell in love with poetry completely.

2. Acacia-Wang Wei

Red bean shrubs grow in the south. In spring, they sprout many branches. People who miss them hope to collect more. Mix red bean has attracted people's attention.

It is short and beautiful, with the characteristics of China, especially suitable for children to read.

3. Miscellaneous Poems-Wang Wei

You have just come from our hometown, and we must understand the world. Did the plum blossom when you came to the engraved window of my house?

Vacation in the mountains reminds me of my Shandong brother-Wang Wei.

I am a lonely stranger in a strange land, and I miss my family more often during the holidays. When I think of my brothers' bodies climbing high, I will feel a little regret for not being able to reach me.

5. In the mountains-Wang Wei

The stream of the river has been flowing for less than a day, and white stones are exposed on the riverbed. The weather is getting colder and the red leaves on the branches are becoming scarce. There is no rain on the winding mountain road, the smoke is misty in the dense pine trees, and the water vapor is heavy, as if to flow, and then the clothes of passers-by.

6. Weicheng District-Wang Wei

The rain in the early morning moistened the dust of the land, the inn of the inn, the branches and leaves of the inn, and a new leaf Sincerely advise friends to drink a glass of wine, and it is difficult to meet their loved ones when they go out to Yang Guan in the west.

This poem is really famous. Singing is also very nice.

7. Bamboo House-Wang Wei

I leaned alone in the dense bamboo, playing the piano and humming a song. It's too light for anyone to hear, except my partner, Mingyue.

Su Shi said Wang Wei, there are paintings in poetry and poems in paintings. I think this poem is particularly typical.

8, birdsong creek-Wang Wei

People are idle, osmanthus flowers fall, and the night is quiet and empty. When the moon comes out, the birds are startled, and the sound enters the spring stream.

This poem is very short, and it appeared in the China Poetry Conference. I clearly recited it, but I finally recited it wrong. The shorter the poem, the more confusing it is.

9. (Zhai)-Wang Wei

No one can be seen in the silent valley, only the voice is heard. The shadow of the sunset shone into the depths of the forest, and the scenery on the moss was pleasant.

10, farewell in the mountains-Wang Wei

Seeing friends off in the mountains, Chai Men is half hidden at sunset. Spring grass will grow green next year, my friend, will you come back?

1 1, goodbye-Wang Wei

Please have a drink with your horse and ask your friend where you are going. You said you would go back to Zhongnanshan because you were not proud of your life. Just left, I want to ask again, look at the white clouds floating.

12, an autumn night in the mountains-Wang Wei

The empty mountains are bathed in a new rain, and feel the early autumn at night. The bright moon shed clear light from the cracks and cleared the fountain on the rocks.

The bamboo forest is sonorous, the washerwoman returns, and the lotus leaves are swaying to get on the canoe. Spring spring might as well give it a rest, and the autumn sun can stay on the hills for a long time.

13, Qiu Pusong-Li Bai

White hair three thousands of feet, sorrow like a beard. I don't know where to get autumn frost in the mirror.

14, Early Baidicheng-Li Bai

Early in the morning, I bid farewell to Jiangling city, which is high into the sky, thousands of miles away, and the boat is only one day away. The cries of apes on both sides of the strait are still unconsciously crowing in their ears, and the canoe has passed the heavy green hills.

15, Silent Night Thinking-Li Bai

The foot of my bed is shining so brightly. Is there frost already? I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic.

This poem is worthy of enlightenment.

16, bid farewell to Meng Haoran-Li Bai on the way to Yangzhou

Old friends frequently waved to me, bid farewell to the Yellow Crane Tower, and traveled to Yangzhou in this beautiful spring filled with catkins and flowers. My friend's sail shadow faded away and disappeared at the end of the blue sky, only seeing the first line of the Yangtze River and heading for the distant horizon.

17, Spring Thoughts-Li Bai

The grass is as green as Beth, and the mulberry leaves in Qin area are green. When you miss your hometown, you were missed and sad a long time ago. Spring breeze, you and I don't know each other. Why do I feel sad when it blows to Luo Zhang?

Remember those dishes that Xia's daughter cooked on an outing by Daming Lake? One of the dishes is called "North Grass as Jade"?

18, send a friend-Li Bai

Green mountains are located on the north side of the city wall, and the sparkling water surrounds the east of the city. Here we say goodbye to each other, and you, like losing your father, are floating in the wind and traveling far away.

Floating clouds are like wanderers, like wandering, and the sunset slowly goes down the mountain, which seems to be nostalgic. With a wave of his hand, he will be separated from now on, and his friend on horseback will carry him on a long journey, blowing a long wind, as if reluctant to leave.

19, Four o'clock at midnight-Li Bai

There is moonlight in Chang 'an, and all the families in Yi Dao are there. The autumn wind blew Yi Dao's voice, and every household remembered the people guarding the border. When will the border war be settled and when will my husband end his expedition?