中秋國慶詩歌朗誦稿（精選5篇）

中秋國慶詩歌朗誦稿 篇1

　　中秋小雨涼風寄思

　　作者：唯隅

　　中秋的小雨攜著涼風

　　灑落了牽掛

　　美麗的世界飄渺著鐘聲

　　將我遺落于繁華

　　那古箏撩起的歌聲如夢

　　淡香零落的玉露

　　靜靜輕吻著一季盛夏

　　在喧嘩的街燈下

　　落寞被不盡的喧囂零碎

　　青春的歌

　　沒有孤單與眼淚

　　沒有快樂與傷悲

　　只是我決定用心接受輪回

中秋國慶詩歌朗誦稿 篇2

　　致國慶 作者：黎明之前

　　繁星爍爍，有六十二顆最為閃亮

　　今夜雖無朗月，惟獨那六十二顆星辰

　　齊心照射在這，九百六十萬公里的土地上

　　因為他們知道，明日舉國同慶

　　無論天南地北，或是東洋西洋

　　只要有中國人的地方，就有五星紅旗

　　迎風飄揚的自豪，在那一刻

　　不管假不假，都是一種民族凝聚力的體現

　　人山人海，眾生相里什么都有

　　有人歡度假期者，就有人瞎竄熱鬧者

　　凡百意象生花開，愿該熱鬧的熱鬧

　　該平靜的平靜去罷

　　國慶七天樂，有人歡喜便有人愁

　　歡喜的在山上愜意瞭望，愁苦的蹲在

　　無人問津的某個角落里，默默然低頭的瞬間

　　感知社會的世情冷暖，或是無奈的望房興嘆

中秋國慶詩歌朗誦稿 篇3

　　國慶節詩歌-國慶頌

　　多少年前，黃帝、炎帝壯大中華，匯成了一條東方巨龍――華夏。

　　多少年前，秦始皇統一中國，修筑長城，讓我們的國家無愧地立于東方。

　　多少年前，成吉思汗壯大中國，橫掃歐亞，成為世界第一強國。

　　多少年前，八國聯軍打進北京，一把火，圓明園灰飛煙滅!

　　多少年前，日本軍隊攻破南京，送掉了三十萬同胞的性命!

　　多少年前，東方巨龍覺醒，它仰天長嘯。一句“中國人民從此站起來了!”發出中國的最強音。

　　人們永遠不會忘記那一天――1949年10月1日!在這一天，國旗與太陽一同冉冉升起，國歌

　　譜寫了中國新的命運!

中秋國慶詩歌朗誦稿 篇4

　　鄉村國慶 作者：羅平安

　　記憶一段思念的啟程

　　記憶一路繁開的野花

　　只是我怎么猜到

　　遠方的羊掙脫了繩索

　　一片云的執著

　　最終成全了風的多情

　　化成一場大雨

　　灑落在詩的稻田

　　水是相思的

　　它思念放牛娃的歌聲

　　不知道樹會怎么想

　　因為牛頭山就在那邊

　　亂竄的螢火蟲提醒我

　　奶奶正著急呢

中秋國慶詩歌朗誦稿 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.