Take off, China.
If I want to sing,
I can sing "I love my motherland".
If I draw a picture,
I can draw my motherland.
If I want to write a poem,
I will write Praise the Motherland.
now
I am writing a poem.
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I want to sing praises to my motherland,
Praise her for her beauty.
Because she treasures the Great Wall of Wan Li and the Terracotta Warriors and Horses of Qin Dynasty;
Because she is the mother of Suzhou and Hangzhou and Guilin;
Because she owns Xishuangbanna and Xisha Islands.
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I want to sing praises to my motherland,
Praise her strength.
Because we have realized our space dream;
Because we succeeded in bidding for the Olympic Games;
Because we joined the WTO.
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I want to sing praises to my motherland,
Praise her soul.
Because she raised Lei Feng and Lai Ning;
Because she trained Zhou Enlai and Deng Xiaoping;
Because she created Sima Qian and Xu Beihong.
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Ah, the motherland!
Thousands of rivers are your floating hair,
The rolling mountains are your green blood,
The water in Dongting Lake is your bright eyes.
The Qinghai-Tibet Plateau is your tough backbone.
Beijing is your beating heart,
Guilin landscape is an emerald on your head,
The earth dotted with plum trees and peonies is your clothes.
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I want to be a poem, a painting, a song,
Praise you forever:
My mother, People's Republic of China (PRC).
Dragon, take off, 2 1 century is your starry stage!
Poetry suitable for collective reading II:
Oasis flying song
I, from here ... (female voice: slow, lyrical)
Quiet village, simple and warm breeze.
I am a naive kite.
Stick your head out of the mountain and see the vast world outside.
Find a moving oasis and let your dreams fly.
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I come from the text (male voice: slow, lyrical)
Love at first sight, goodbye, chasing a white dream.
Seeds in bud take root and sprout in an oasis with a faint ink fragrance.
Smile in the cold and changeable wilderness.
Smooth the folds of the four seasons and soothe the sadness of the earth.
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Me, from here ... (female voice: slow, lyrical)
Green hillside, crisp shepherd whip in childhood.
I am a pigeon whistle that combs the wind (gradually)
Circling, through the fog, flying high above the clouds
Wake up the silent sky, spring breeze melts rain, grazing hope, in the oasis!
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I come from a poem (male voice: rising gradually and forcefully)
Walk alone, line by line, and gather a group of lonely people to walk together.
Bring a cup of green tea in summer and a fire in winter.
Tired figure can't hide dancing heart.
Pearlescent shimmer, dotted and scattered in oasis.
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Me, from here ... (female voice: slow, lyrical)
Nameless oasis, vitality is your eyes, dancing with the light of the sun.
Every grass here will sway in the spring breeze and think in the sun.
Draw rain and dew, cover the green earth, and be grateful for the soil under your feet.
That is our wish, local accent, family and oasis of love.
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I come from a picture (male voice: slow, lyrical)
Every life line is drawn by heart.
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It's as simple as black and white, but never narcissistic.
Bamboo dew drips gently and flows naturally.
Graffiti, fragments, posted on the blue sky for exhibition.
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I'm from here. (Female voice: slow and lyrical)
Fertile crops, endless corn and wheat ears
Rows of falling down, writing the autumn harvest.
One year old, a concise description of life.
My roots are growing, my branches and leaves are dense, and my makeup is in the oasis.
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I come from the deep heart (harmony)
A tireless bird, flying to the oasis.
I praise flying because I long for unlimited freedom.
Dancing in the spring breeze and crossing in the headwind.
Everything is brave, on me, the shadow that falls on the oasis.
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I come from my persistence.
The dawn is getting closer and closer, the awakening morning song, and a hundred birds contend.
People who love and are loved are getting closer to me.
Every color of the oasis is conveying vitality.
The leaves are yellow, but the roots continue to thrive.
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I come from a tiny dust.
From great love, pure friendship and affection.
The candlelight in the hut will also tell beautiful legends.
Moved by the unexpected encounter of life, in the oasis.
Cherish this precious fate, in the oasis
Youth flying in the sky is in the oasis.
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Give me an oasis of hope and we will stick to it in loneliness.
The oasis that brightens my eyes, when we are confused, we join hands.
Let me dance in the oasis as light as a swallow, and our hearts are rising.
Even more drunk, I talked about the oasis of juvenile madness and let the years stay in youth.
Let's drink a thousand years of homesickness together and sing an oasis where the wind blows and clouds fly. We will greet tomorrow with confidence.
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Let's start here and spread hope all the way.
A green leaf, a dream
A thousand greens, a thousand prospects.
Let every piece of green breed a brand-new spring, we believe!
We believe. Even at the ends of the earth, the oasis is full of flowers.
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Yesterday, we sowed the seeds of the stars together.
Today, we are young plants, small flowers and humble trees.
Tomorrow, we will be towering trees and vast grasslands.
We came from silence, grew up silently, and stood by silently.
Just for heaven and earth, this clean, fresh and lasting oasis.
Poetry suitable for collective reading III:
Teacher's song
Voice-over: (student recording)
Who dresses the freshmen and ties their pants?
Who observes our joy and anger attentively?
Who teaches us to read vividly?
Who let us know what mistakes are unforgivable?
Who has enriched our knowledge?
Who inspires us to pursue our ideals?
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He: Very ordinary. We are paying without regrets.
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We can't be more ordinary,
I'm a nanny,
Dress and tie pants for children who have just started school.
I'm the referee,
Judge the success or failure of students in the sports field.
I'm a psychologist,
Observe the students' happiness and anger with your heart.
I am an announcer,
Vividly demonstrate reading in class.
I'm a judge,
Let the students know which mistakes are unforgivable.
I'm an orator,
Encourage students to pursue their own ideals.
College students say I am as sweet as a friend.
The student said that I care about him as much as my mother.
Some people compare me to a gardener,
Some people compare me to a candle.
Someone praised me for holding up tomorrow's sun.
Some people praise me as a fertile ground for seedling growth.
People can hardly tell who I look like.
I pay tribute to my selfless dedication.
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The rings of the years condense our efforts,
Hard sweat is scattered in the footsteps of time.
Our cause is a relay race with no end.
A new generation appeared, and the old generation ended.
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(Miss Wang)
Time is like a towering old tree, swaying countless leaves,
Look at those calendars. They are floating in spring, summer, autumn and winter.
Before you know it, you can't see it,
How much sunshine and moonlight have been ushered in,
How many dawn nights have you sent away?
Now, the pace of time has brought me to the end of my 37-year education career.
I really don't know why there are so many endless emotions, surging and splashing outward.
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(Teacher Zhao)
How many dawns, holding the morning glow as a companion;
How many evenings, stepping on the sunset glow.
Drops of sweat, bearing in mind the bounden duty of teaching and educating people;
Under the setting sun, there are only ardent expectations for students.
The universe is boundless and life is limited.
What do you want as a teacher in your life?
One day, my temples will turn gray and my eyes will become blurred.
I just hope that through hard work,
I can be more gratified and less sorry.
Youth without regrets, life without regrets!
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(Miss Wang)
I am a recruit among thousands of teachers in Qian Qian.
Just as the stars belong to the night sky and the vegetation belongs to the mountains.
I chose my life's work.
I will fight for it like my predecessors.
Persist, explore and hone with youth and enthusiasm;
Under the leadership of our predecessors, we should meditate, explore and shout.
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(Wang:)
I often look through a set of photos,
What I like best are those unforgettable eyes.
That's my beloved teacher,
Unforgettable class teacher.
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I can't forget those eyes,
Gave my mother kindness and warmth.
I felt happy when I saw her.
Since then, I have learned to love others.
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I can't forget those eyes,
As aggressive as strict father.
Corrected my bad habit,
Gave me the virtue and ability to distinguish right from wrong.
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I can't forget those eyes,
Gave me confidence again and again.
I've learned that difficulties are not terrible,
Only cowards can accomplish nothing.
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I can't forget those eyes,
She watched every step of my progress.
She lit my ideal flame,
Teach me how to be a man.
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I looked into those eyes again,
I was deeply moved again.
I will remember this expectant look,
To realize my dream of benefiting mankind.
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Close:
We have: the beauty of the sunset, the scorching sun.
As the morning sun shines brighter.
Let the youthful moon engrave our teacher's oath!
Teach students:
Close:
Learn the truth, don't cheat, don't hide, don't cheat;
With true feelings, it is not rotten or sour;
Like real gold, it does not melt, melt or soften;
To be a real person is not crazy, insane or lazy.
Ideal is like a song, creation is like a spring, and example is better than words.
Do it yourself:
Close:
Not floating, not empty, not fake, honesty-oriented;
Not flattering, not flattering, not flattering, telling the truth;
Not dazzling, not arrogant, not boasting, having real talents and learning;
Not arrogant, not impetuous, not timid, it is really dry.
For the faster and better development of education in China,
Let's work together towards tomorrow, towards the sun, towards glory and forge ahead.
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