1. The ancient poem suitable for collective reading is Yue Fei's "Man Jiang Hong", which is magnificent, magnificent and infectious.

Original work: "Man Jiang Hong Angry Crown" (Song) Angry Crown, leaning against the railing and raining. Looking up, screaming in the sky, strong and fierce.

Thirty fame, dust and earth, eight thousand miles of clouds and the moon. Don't be idle, grow old together and be unhappy! Jingkang is ashamed, but it is still snowing.

When do courtiers hate their guts! Driving a long car, breaking through the lack of Helan Mountain. Eat pork when you are hungry, and drink Hun blood when you are thirsty.

Stay from the beginning, clean up the old mountains and rivers, and go to the sky. I was so angry that my hair stood on end and my hat was lifted.

Climbing alone on the railing and looking out, the sudden storm has just stopped. Looking up at the sky, I can't help screaming at the sky, and my heart is full of heart.

Although some fame has been established for more than 30 years, it is as insignificant as dust. The north and south fought for eight thousand miles, and how many storms have passed. My hero, we should seize the time to make contributions to our country, and don't waste our youth until we are old.

The shame of Jingkang's transformation has not been washed away by snow so far. When will the resentment as a national civil servant disappear? I will drive a chariot to attack Helan Mountain, and even Helan Mountain will be razed to the ground.

I am full of ambition. I eat the enemy's meat when I am hungry, and I drink the enemy's blood when I am thirsty. When I recover the old mountains and rivers, I will report good news to the country.

2. Ancient poetry suitable for collective reading The ancient poetry suitable for collective reading is Yue Fei's "Man Jiang Hong", which is magnificent and highly infectious.

Original works:

"The river is red with anger" (Song Yuefei)

Angry hair (qi) rushed to the crown, leaned against the railing (aperture) and rested in the rain. Looking up, screaming in the sky, strong and fierce. Thirty fame, dust and earth, eight thousand miles of clouds and the moon. Don't be idle, grow old together and be unhappy!

Jingkang is ashamed, but it is still snowing. When do courtiers hate their guts! Driving a long car, breaking through the lack of Helan Mountain. Eat pork when you are hungry, and drink Hun blood when you are thirsty. Stay from the beginning, clean up the old mountains and rivers, and go to the sky.

Translation of works:

I was so angry that my hair stood on end and my hat was lifted. Climbing alone on the railing and looking out, the sudden storm has just stopped. Looking up at the sky, I can't help screaming at the sky, and my heart is full of heart. Although some fame has been established for more than 30 years, it is as insignificant as dust. The north and south fought for eight thousand miles, and how many storms have passed. My hero, we should seize the time to make contributions to our country, and don't waste our youth until we are old.

The shame of Jingkang's transformation has not been washed away by snow so far. When will the resentment as a national civil servant disappear? I will drive a chariot to attack Helan Mountain, and even Helan Mountain will be razed to the ground. I am full of ambition. I eat the enemy's meat when I am hungry, and I drink the enemy's blood when I am thirsty. When I recover the old mountains and rivers, I will report good news to the country.

3. Poems suitable for collective reading are just like poems praising the revolutionary motherland. More magnificent poems are more suitable for collective reading, and related pictures are easy to find. The scenery in northern Mao Zedong is frozen for thousands of miles, and snow drifts inside and outside the Great Wall in Wan Li. However, the vast rivers have risen and fallen, dancing in the mountains and dancing in the silver snake. If you want to compete with the weather, it must be sunny.

The kind that celebrates the revolutionary motherland is more magnificent and more suitable for collective reading, and the relevant pictures are easy to find. The scenery in northern Mao Zedong is frozen thousands of miles, and the snow in Wan Li floats inside and outside the Great Wall, but there are several endless rivers. The silver snake danced up and down, and the original wax elephant wanted to compete with the weather. To see the red dress wrapped in white on a sunny day, so many charming heroes are competing to bow down, cherishing Qin, Han and Wu, and losing their literary talent. Tang Zong Song Zu is less coquettish. A generation of arrogant Genghis Khan only knows how to shoot big eagles with a bow. Several romantics are also concerned about the independence of Mao Zedong today. In the cold autumn, go to Orange Island north of Xiangjiang River to see Wan Shanhong Forest. This forest is full of death. Jiang Bi is full of water. The eagle hit the sky directly. The fish is very shallow. Ten thousand kinds of frost fight for freedom. Lonely, lonely. Ask who is in charge of ups and downs in the vast land and bring hundreds of couples. Have you ever traveled to recall the past? Students and teenagers are in their prime. Scholars denounced Fang Qiu for pointing out the country and stirring up the dirt of words. Wan Huhou, do you remember the boat that hit the water and stopped the flight? 12.9 sports poems. While we are still young friends, when the wheel of time rolls to this day, when the calendar shows 65438+February 9, as young people, I believe none of us will forget this day. 1Feb. 9 An ordinary but extraordinary day goes back to 1935. At that time, the sun was still lazy and scattered, the winter was still cold and sad, but the air was flowing rapidly, because an earth-shattering event happened in the historical capital of Beiping, which set off the general movement of students to resist surrender and oppression. There are banners everywhere, flying flags everywhere, roaring slogans everywhere, and blood everywhere. On the day of boiling youth, white clouds surge on the sea and roar for it. The Yellow River and the Yangtze River roared for it. The land of China is shaking, because an unyielding nation is awakening and a troubled country is struggling. We will never forget this day. Sixty-nine years ago, we will never forget those young people who shouted slogans and distributed leaflets under the terror of the enemy, and did not hesitate to throw their heads and shed their blood. Wait, wait, you can check it online. It is easy to check. Put it away.

4. What poems are suitable for collective reading? 1, "Believe in the future" forefinger When cobwebs mercilessly sealed my stove to ashes, I sighed with poverty and sorrow. I still stubbornly spread the ashes of disappointment and wrote with beautiful snowflakes: Believe in the future. When my purple grapes turn into dewdrops in late autumn, and when my flowers are nestled in other people's feelings, I still stubbornly write on the bleak land of frosty vines: I believe in the future, I will open the sky with my hands, and I will hold up the sea of the sun with my palms. With the warm and beautiful pen swaying at dawn, write down in the child's pen: believe in the future. I firmly believe in the future because I believe in the vision of people in the future. She has eyelashes to push away the dust of history. She has pupils to see through the chapters of the years. No matter whether people send moving tears, deep sympathy or contemptuous smiles to our rotting bodies, I firmly believe that people will give warm, objective and fair comments on our spine's numerous explorations, lost ways, failures and successes. Yes, I am anxiously waiting for their evaluation friends. Please firmly believe in the future, indomitable efforts, young people who overcome death, the future and love life 2. I want to know why the morning breeze wakes up the dew on the earth, so my eyes are bright and crystal clear. Who can tell me why the moonlight lights up the stars in the night sky when waving the gauze? I want to know why the blue sky flies and the Baiyun Mountain makes distant songs. Who can tell me why the sun smiles at the rain and fog and the rainbow dances in colorful dresses? I want to know why the yearning between the sea and the sky is particularly warm in the moonlight. Who can tell me why snowflakes flying all over the sky will become an elf when they fall on branches? I want to know why it is difficult to calm down when you open the window of your heart. Who can tell me why my thoughts fly far away and my memories of the past become young? Let me tell you, my friend, because our voices have struck the strings of words and struck our hearts with wonderful feelings. Let me tell you, my friend, because our hearts keep the soul of art in the house of dancing spirit full of trees and shadows! (2) We come from the fragrance of the earth, illuminate hieroglyphics with bamboo slips, and appreciate the charm of Jin Mu with the shimmer of Oracle Bone Inscriptions! We came from the voluminous contention of a hundred schools of thought, followed the measured steps of our ancestors, searched for the riverbed of materialist dialectics, and worshipped the teachers of heaven and earth one by one. We came from the drums of the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, and followed the footsteps of thousands of troops to mourn the bloody dusk of Lian Heng in Wen Tao's martial arts legend! We walked from the moss of Qin brick and Han tile, stepped on the heroic measured by the unification of rivers and mountains, built people's hearts into the Great Wall of Wan Li, and felt it among emperors and princes! We walked from the ink fragrance of Tang poetry and Song poetry, holding a luminous cup full of grapes and wine, listening to the wailing sound of our wife blowing in the corner of the border village in the cold night, leaving sorrow and parting to bleach the autumn moon in the heart of the river. We walked from the rhyme of Qiangdi in Yuanqu, watching the wind chimes ringing in the west wind of the ancient road, and we could never call back the heartbroken mandarin ducks who traveled alone on earth, crying into snow in June! We walked through the mountains and rivers from the plots of Ming and Qing novels, leaving a series of dangerous peaks through the streets, dreams turned into clouds and entered the room, and groups of fox spirits ignored them! We came from the May 4th vernacular, passed through the crowds and noise of Shili Sheep Farm, stopped at shops and inns in Shanxiang Town, and cut the years in the war! In this way, we walked all the way into the palace of literature, into the beautiful voice, and had our own feelings in the collision between heart and heart! In this way, we set foot on the pure land of the soul and the stage of art, and we have our own spirit in the emotional dialogue! (3) When we recite the clouds around the mountains, we fly into the distance. When we read the deep valley of the cloud, we suddenly became enlightened. When we recite the waves flying in the river, we sing happily. When we recite the waves, the silent sails spread their wings. When we recite the bright green sun, the seedlings will shine. When we recite the harvest season of seedlings, we will enter glory. When we recite the slow wind of the moon, it will give off fragrance in generate. When we recite the breeze, the quiet night will become soft and fragrant. Back out of the clear blue sky, the pigeon whistle will ring in the air. We recite the pigeon whistle, and the gospel of peace will spread in all directions. We carry flowers, and light bees will work hard. We recite the full seeds of bees and sow them. I hope that we can burst into strength together in the deep soil behind our backs. When we recite the earth, vibrant life will flourish. We chanted the roaring pines in the pine forest. We recite birds and sing their dreams! So we recited it yesterday, and today we let go of our mood between the lines of poetry and painting, stirring our hearts on the spring and autumn road of life. So we recite the years, walk through the wind and rain, and sing all the way on the journey of mountains and rivers, which makes our mental journey full of colorful sunshine. (4) With the longing for black land, you recited the long skis of birch forests and ice flowers, splashing the fragrance of magnolia and wild roses! You are chanting the blue sky and white clouds with longing for the grassland, and the fragrance of wine and milk tea is floating on the path in Ma Touqin. You use the wildness of the vast sand sea to recite the footprints of storms and trekkers in the scorching sun, extending the spirit of Populus euphratica all the way and illuminating the oasis in your heart! With the soft heart of coconut wind and willow rhyme, you recite the beach and wavy fishing nets, and sow the yearning for conch trumpet. You are chanting cotton sea and ancient waterwheel with the melodious Jiangnan water town, and the beautiful legend of light blue kitchen smoke rises to sunrise in the horizon. You chanted Chinese watches and squares by the light of the palace, stayed at Longji Ancient Road with profound thoughts, and polished bronzes with wise eyes. You recite with the dream of a special economic zone. With the reform and opening up, people come and go, and race against time, the colorful night sky flashes with flying personality. With the high spirit of a foreign land, you read out your thoughts and melancholy memories, read out that hard time and entered the classroom of life, so we read out yesterday and today's years. Walking through the wind and rain, flying between the lines of poetry and beautiful writing, stirring in the spring and autumn of life, singing all the way on the journey of mountains and rivers: let the mental journey-sprinkle colorful glory 3. Man: This is my dream girl: This is also my dream combination: This is our Chinese dream.

5. Seek ancient poems that are easy to recite collectively.

The king of Qin said to Anling, "I'm going to exchange the land around 500 miles for Anling. Anling must promise me!" " ! "An Lingjun said:" Your majesty is generous, and it is very good to turn the big into the small. Although I took over the land from my late king, I am willing to keep it, and I dare to change it! "The king of Qin is not happy. So King Anling sent Tang Ju to the State of Qin.

The king of Qin said to Tang Biao, "My 500-mile land is easy for me to settle down in Anling. Why doesn't Anling listen to me?" Besides, it's not bad that Qin destroyed Korea and Wei, and you live in a place five miles away and are an elder. Today, I am ten times as big as you, please be lenient with you, be my enemy and be lighter than me? " Tang Ju said to him, "No, if not. Ling Jun was guarded by the former king. Although I dare not change a thousand miles, what about five hundred miles straight? "

The king of Qin was furious and said to Tang Ju, "Have you ever tasted the anger of the son of heaven?" Tang Ju replied: "I have never heard of it." The king of Qin said, "The emperor was angry, and the bodies were scattered everywhere, bleeding thousands of miles." . "Tang Ju said," your majesty heard of public anger? " ? " The king of Qin said, "Anger with cloth, bareheaded, and grabbing the land with your head." Tang Ju said, "This mediocre man is full of spirit, and he is not a scholar. Zhuan Xu stabbed Liao Wang, and the comet hit the moon; Nie Zhengzhi stabbed Han Yu and Bai Hongguan; If you want to leave a thorn, Cang ying will hit the temple. These three sons, all dressed in cloth, are still angry, but they are not sent to heaven, just four ministers. When you are angry, you lie on two bodies and bleed in five steps. Today is also this day. " He drew his sword from its sheath.

The king of Qin scratched his face and knelt down to thank him. "Please sit down, Sir! What about this! My words are: Fu Han and Wei died, and Anling lived in a land of fifty miles, just to have a husband. "

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The king of Qin sent someone to find Anlingjun: "I want to exchange 500 miles of land in Fiona Fang for Anlingjun, and Anlingjun must promise me!" An Lingjun said: "The king was kind to you and exchanged the big one for the small one, which is very good;" Even so, I accepted the fief of my late king. I am willing to guard it all the time and dare not exchange it! " The king of Qin was very dissatisfied. So Ling Jun sent Tang Ju to the State of Qin.

The King of Qin said to Tang Ju, "I traded 500 miles of land in Fiona Fang for Anlingjun, but Anlingjun didn't listen to me. Why? Besides, Qin destroyed South Korea and Wei, but Anlingjun survived with the land of five miles. Because I regarded Anlingjun as a loyal minister, I didn't play his mind. Now I use ten times the land to let a Ling Junren expand his territory, but he despises me against my will? " Tang Ju replied, "No, that's not true. A Ling Junren accepted the fief from the former king and guarded it. Even thousands of miles of land in the square are afraid to change, let alone only five hundred miles of land. "

The king of Qin was furious and said to Tang Ju, "Have you ever heard of the wrath of the son of heaven?" Tang Ju replied: "I have never heard of it." The king of Qin said, "The emperor was angry, millions of people died, and thousands of miles of blood flowed." Tang Ju said, "Has your Majesty ever heard of the anger of civilians?" The king of Qin said, "When civilians get angry, they take off their hats and hit the ground barefoot." Tang Ju said: "This is the anger of mediocre and incompetent people, not the anger of talented and courageous people. Once upon a time, when Zhuan Xu assassinated Wu Wangliao, the comet's tail swept the moon; When Nie Zheng assassinated Aimee, a white light shone directly at the sun. When Qing Ji was about to be assassinated, the goshawk pounced on the palace. These three men are brave people, and they come from civilians. Before the anger in their hearts broke out, God sent a signal. (Now, Zhuan, Nie Zheng, leave) Even with me, they will become four people. If a talented and courageous person wants to get angry, it will make two people's bodies fall five steps away and bleed. People all over the country will wear mourning clothes. This is the case today. " Draw your sword and stand up.

The king of Qin changed his face and knelt down to apologize to Tang Ju: "Please sit down, sir! How could it come to this! I see: the reason why South Korea and Wei perished, while Anling survived with a land of fifty miles, was only because of the existence of a gentleman. "