中秋国庆诗歌朗诵稿

2022-09-02

中秋国庆诗歌朗诵稿 篇1

  中秋小雨凉风寄思

  作者:唯隅

  中秋的小雨携着凉风

  洒落了牵挂

  美丽的世界飘渺着钟声

  将我遗落于繁华

  那古筝撩起的歌声如梦

  淡香零落的玉露

  静静轻吻着一季盛夏

  在喧哗的街灯下

  落寞被不尽的喧嚣零碎

  青春的歌

  没有孤单与眼泪

  没有快乐与伤悲

  只是我决定用心接受轮回

中秋国庆诗歌朗诵稿 篇2

  致国庆 作者:黎明之前

  繁星烁烁,有六十二颗最为闪亮

  今夜虽无朗月,惟独那六十二颗星辰

  齐心照射在这,九百六十万公里的土地上

  因为他们知道,明日举国同庆

  无论天南地北,或是东洋西洋

  只要有中国人的地方,就有五星红旗

  迎风飘扬的自豪,在那一刻

  不管假不假,都是一种民族凝聚力的体现

  人山人海,众生相里什么都有

  有人欢度假期者,就有人瞎窜热闹者

  凡百意象生花开,愿该热闹的热闹

  该平静的平静去罢

  国庆七天乐,有人欢喜便有人愁

  欢喜的在山上惬意瞭望,愁苦的蹲在

  无人问津的某个角落里,默默然低头的瞬间

  感知社会的世情冷暖,或是无奈的望房兴叹

中秋国庆诗歌朗诵稿 篇3

  国庆节诗歌-国庆颂

  多少年前,黄帝、炎帝壮大中华,汇成了一条东方巨龙――华夏。

  多少年前,秦始皇统一中国,修筑长城,让我们的国家无愧地立于东方。

  多少年前,成吉思汗壮大中国,横扫欧亚,成为世界第一强国。

  多少年前,八国联军打进北京,一把火,圆明园灰飞烟灭!

  多少年前,日本军队攻破南京,送掉了三十万同胞的性命!

  多少年前,东方巨龙觉醒,它仰天长啸。一句“中国人民从此站起来了!”发出中国的最强音。

  人们永远不会忘记那一天――1949年10月1日!在这一天,国旗与太阳一同冉冉升起,国歌

  谱写了中国新的命运!

中秋国庆诗歌朗诵稿 篇4

  乡村国庆 作者:罗平安

  记忆一段思念的启程

  记忆一路繁开的野花

  只是我怎么猜到

  远方的羊挣脱了绳索

  一片云的执著

  最终成全了风的多情

  化成一场大雨

  洒落在诗的稻田

  水是相思的

  它思念放牛娃的歌声

  不知道树会怎么想

  因为牛头山就在那边

  乱窜的萤火虫提醒我

  奶奶正着急呢

中秋国庆诗歌朗诵稿 篇5

  Companionship of Books

  A man may usually be known by the books he reads as well as by the company he keeps; for there is a companionship of books as well as of men; and one should always live in the best company, whether it be of books or of men.

  A good book may be among the best of friends. It is the same today that it always was, and it will never change. It is the most patient and cheerful of companions. It does not turn its back upon us in times of adversity or distress. It always receives us with the same kindness; amusing and instructing us in youth, and comforting and consoling us in age.

  Men often discover their affinity to each other by the mutual love they have for a book just as two persons sometimes discover a friend by the admiration which both entertain for a third. There is an old proverb, ‘Love me, love my dog.” But there is more wisdom in this:” Love me, love my book.” The book is a truer and higher bond of union. Men can think, feel, and sympathize with each other through their favorite author. They live in him together, and he in them.

  A good book is often the best urn of a life enshrining the best that life could think out; for the world of a man’s life is, for the most part, but the world of his thoughts. Thus the best books are treasuries of good words, the golden thoughts, which, remembered and cherished, become our constant companions and comforters.

  Books possess an essence of immortality. They are by far the most lasting products of human effort. Temples and statues decay, but books survive. Time is of no account with great thoughts, which are as fresh today as when they first passed through their author’s minds, ages ago. What was then said and thought still speaks to us as vividly as ever from the printed page. The only effect of time have been to sift out the bad products; for nothing in literature can long survive e but what is really good.

  Books introduce us into the best society; they bring us into the presence of the greatest minds that have ever lived. We hear what they said and did; we see the as if they were really alive; we sympathize with them, enjoy with them, grieve with them; their experience becomes ours, and we feel as if we were in a measure actors with them in the scenes which they describe.

  The great and good do not die, even in this world. Embalmed in books, their spirits walk abroad. The book is a living voice. It is an intellect to which on still listens.