More emotional reading the first article
There is a kind of beauty.
No need for decoration
That's from the heart, Long song.
Riverside beach head
In the song of Guan Guanji pigeons
We heard it.
My lady, my gentleman's love motto
Woodland in Shan Ye
In the sound of Kan Kan cutting sandalwood.
We saw a group of people with bare backs.
Generate from.
Do not participate in agricultural production
The grief and indignation of grabbing 30 billion yuan of grain.
The whistle of the flag
We heard the soldiers go out.
How can you say that you have no clothes and roar with your son's robe?
Wild or graceful.
Whether it's singing or pacing.
It all sounds like that.
Natural, true, vivid and transparent
As pure as the ancient sky.
Innocence is like flowing water from the source.
This is the Book of Songs.
There is a kind of beauty that will not fade.
It's in full bloom
Flowers in national blood
More than three thousand years ago
In an ancient country,
Those ancestors who didn't leave their surnames
Rub life, love and labor into the harp.
span
Guanzhong corridor, central plains fertile field
Qilu land, at the foot of Yanshan Mountain
Let the flying songs scattered in Shan Ye rhyme.
Spread into an endless river of songs
This is the Book of Songs.
The wind of history has blown off countless crowns
Blow away endless prosperity
But I can't stop blowing that string of bamboo slips with my voice.
And the scenery with countless fingerprints on bamboo slips.
For three thousand years, the sound of the waves is exhausted.
unchangeable
Or the beauty of human nature that defeats the vitality of life
Run away and burn its glory.
Hold your hand and grow old together.
Valley is a different room, and death is the same point.
Yo yo Luming Literature, wild apple.
I have a guest, blowing sheng.
This incomparable beauty of the East.
Beautiful rivers, beautiful fields
Beautiful sky, beautiful clouds
More beautiful people, beautiful sentiments.
The rhythm of beauty, the rhythm of beauty
Of all human descriptions of beauty,
The book of songs is the most beautiful.
Start (a disease)
Let's follow the songs of our ancestors.
Infinitely close to the vast cultural sky.
Come on, let's follow the poem of 300.
To hike, to drift, to pursue.
Pick up a song that will remain in the dust memory forever.
Oh, the beautiful book of songs!
More emotional recitation part two
Sunshine used to be slow.
Cars, horses and mail are all slow.
A greeting takes many days.
The moonlight used to be slow.
A little idle, a little lazy.
Soak in a cup of tea all night,
I saw stars all over the sky in my dream.
The pace used to be very slow.
From one village to another.
It takes a day to walk.
The old days were slow and warm.
Wrapped in faint fireworks,
Day after day, year after year.
Handkerchiefs used to look good, too.
Most of them are women with low eyebrows.
Exquisite, one stitch and one thread.
Love used to be slow.
Slow down, wait for someone all your life.
Wait, you can only love one person in your life.
Now hurry up and get up early every day.
No time to say good morning, no time to hug.
In fact, downtown, five minutes,
The little leisure time after dinner has changed.
Come on, everything is changing.
Fast enough to disrupt life.
In fact, messy life can also piece together beautiful things.
Just like the classical decoration and modern decoration in the model room,
Less boring and old-fashioned, more refined.
Now hurry up, complain a few words, and keep up with the rhythm.
Make persistent efforts towards your dream and move your former leisure to enjoy in your old age.
In fact, why not plan the future earlier?
Come on, date your lover,
It's time to eat, there is no time.
Actually, it has nothing to do with time, but psychology.
With a sense of tranquility, on Taiping South Road,
Choose a book from the library and visit the old Curie.
Old times.
Come on, come on. We always recall the beauty of the past.
Then I miss those pure worlds crazily.
Actually, put aside the boredom for a while,
Go to Wanfang Central Park,
Then close your eyes and let those beautiful things drown you.
Empty the beautiful world and enjoy it.
Come on, come on. We always recall the beauty of the past.
Then I miss those pure worlds crazily.
Actually, put aside the boredom for a while,
Go to Wanfang Central Park,
Then close your eyes and let those beautiful things drown you.
Empty the beautiful world and enjoy it.
In fact, if you think about it, it's not bad to be a moderate person.
You say a slow-paced life is good, and I agree.
He said that fast-paced life is exciting, and I agree with him.
Just like a small apartment is exquisite, a big house is luxurious and spacious, and each has its own advantages. It's really hard to tell good from bad.
No matter how slow it was before, no matter how fast it is now.
I know, the land under my feet and the lover around me,
No matter before or now, we must do our best to protect it.
More emotional recitation article 3
Yue Guang Qingcheng
Text/Miss gladiolus reading/Cao Haibin
I face the sunset.
Accompanied by the wind and sand all over the sky
Walk in
Between the vast world
Yes, I have.
I had a hard time finding you.
Despite the heavy snow all over the sky
Lonely smog and desert
There is a city.
It's called Moonlight City.
There are countless stars there.
He yinbei he
arouse
One for another.
Lord Moonlight is there.
Watch quietly
The sun, the moon, the stars and everything
Every rotation
castellan
Can you hear me?
I call you from a distance.
This echo
Across the sky
Echo in
Between the snowy area and the valley
castellan
I crossed
Qian Shan came to see you.
only
The moonlight is coming.
You ride your horse.
In Gobi.
And the majestic Yanshan Mountains.
finally
In a place like this.
A cold night
The poem I wrote to you
With the wind
Drift to the south bank of the snow
Your kiss at night
Into a midnight flute.
Gently fall on
My tearful ears
You may know.
I will come again in a thousand years.
Desperate to reach the top
Renew friendship with you.
When I left this song,
Hovering in the valley again.
Light in the snowy area
Filled with fog.
I stand on the top of the snow-capped mountain.
You have reached the top of the Tang Dynasty.
The sky is boundless
Wangchuan riverside
What's left here
This is an empty city.
For you
Acacia slice