What are the methods of reading aloud training?

Mandarin is grammatically standardized by "typical vernacular works", which is mainly a habit of using language. By reading a lot of classic works and excellent works, we can form a good habit of choosing words and making sentences to a certain extent, thus standardizing vocabulary and grammar in language expression.

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poetic sentiment

How vast life is.

He Qifang

How vast life is,

Life is an ocean.

Where there is life, there is happiness and wealth.

Join the choir, perform,

Build railways, become pilots,

Sitting in the lab, writing poems,

Go skiing in the mountains, go sailing and surfing,

Explore the Arctic, collect tropical plants,

Set up a tent and sleep under the stars.

Live a normal life,

Open your eyes to ordinary things,

Light someone else's fire with your own fire,

Find your heart with your heart.

How vast life is,

How fragrant life is.

Where there is life, there is happiness and wealth.

essay

Autumn in the ancient capital

yu dafu

Autumn, no matter where, is always good; However, the autumn in the north is particularly clear, quiet and sad. The reason why I have traveled thousands of miles from Hangzhou to Qingdao, and even from Qingdao to Peiping, is to enjoy this "autumn", the autumn flavor of this old capital.

Jiangnan, autumn, of course. However, the vegetation withers slowly, the air is humid, the sky is pale, and it is often rainy and windy; A person sandwiched between Suzhou, Shanghai, Hangzhou, or Xiamen, Hong Kong and Guangzhou can only feel a little cool. The taste, color, artistic conception and posture of autumn are always insufficient, lacking in taste and enjoyment. Autumn is not a famous flower, nor is it wine. That kind of half-open and half-drunk state is not appropriate in the process of enjoying autumn.

It has been nearly ten years since autumn in the north. Every autumn in the south, I always think of the reed flowers in Taoranting, the willow shadows in Diaoyutai, the insects in Xishan, the jathyapple in Yuquan and the bells in Tanzhe Temple. Even if you don't go out in Beiping, you can rent a shabby house and live in the sea of people in the imperial city. Get up in the morning, make a bowl of strong tea and sit in the yard, you can see the high blue sky and hear the pigeons flying in the blue sky. From the bottom of Sophora japonica leaves, counting a ray of sunshine leaking to the east, or in the broken waist, facing the blue morning glory like morning glory, you can naturally feel the autumn breath. When it comes to morning glory, I think blue or white is the best, followed by purple and black, and pink is the lowest. It is best to have a few sparse and slender autumn grasses as a foil at the bottom of the morning glory.

The locust tree in the northland is also an ornament that can remind people of Qiu Lai. Like flowers, but not flowers, they will spread all over the floor in the morning. When you step on it, there is no sound, no smell, only a little tiny and soft touch. After sweeping the street in the shade, the silk pattern of the broom that fell on the dust looks exquisite and leisurely, and subconsciously feels a little lonely. The ancient dream that the world knows autumn is in these depths.

Qiu Chan's faint lingering sound is a specialty of the north; Because there are trees everywhere in Beiping and the houses are low, you can hear them singing everywhere. In the south, you have to go to the suburbs or the mountains to hear Qiu Chan's cry, which is like a cricket and a mouse in Beiping and a housefly that every household keeps at home.

There is also autumn rain. The autumn rain in the north seems to be stranger, more delicious and more decent than that in the south.

Under the gloomy sky, a cool breeze suddenly came and it began to rain. It rained a layer, the clouds gradually rolled to the west, it was sunny again, and the sun appeared again; City idlers in thick green cloth coats are biting their pipes. In the shadow of the oblique bridge after the rain, they walked to the bridge and stood under the tree. When they meet acquaintances, they will use a slow tone and say with a sigh:

"Oh, it's so cold-"(this word is pronounced very high and dragged on for a long time).

"Isn't it? A layer of autumn rain is cold! "

Northerners always read array characters like layers of words, which are flat and even. This mispronounced rhyme is just right.

Fruit trees in the north are also a miracle for Qiu Lai. The first is jujube; It will grow up in the corner, on the wall, beside the toilet and at the door of the kitchen. This is the heyday of autumn. Like olives and pigeon eggs, jujube trees show light green and yellow in small oval leaves. Jujube leaves fall, jujube is red, and there will be a northwest wind. Convenience in the north is a dusty world. Only these dates, persimmons and grapes ripen at the turn of July and August, which is a good day for clear autumn in the north and the best golden day of the year.

Some critics say that China's bachelor of arts, especially poets, are full of decadent colors, so there are many words praising autumn in China's poems. But what about foreign poets? Although I don't read many foreign poems and essays, and I don't want to write bills for autumn poems and essays, if you look through the collections of poets in Britain, Germany, France and Italy, or the collections of poems and essays from various countries, you can always see a lot of praises and lamentations about autumn. There is always a part about autumn in the long pastoral poems or four seasons poems of famous great poets. It is the best and the most interesting. It serves to show that sentient animals and interesting human beings always have the same deep, distant, severe and bleak feelings for autumn. Not only a poet, but also a prisoner in prison. In autumn, I think I will definitely feel an uncontrollable affection. Autumn belongs to people, so there is no country, let alone the difference between race and class. In China, there is an idiom "autumn scholar" in the text, and there are very common readers such as Ouyang Zi's Autumn Sound and Su Dongpo's Red Cliff Fu, so we feel that the relationship between China literati and autumn is particularly deep. However, the strong smell of autumn, especially in China, can only be felt in the north.

Autumn in the south, of course, also has its unique places, such as the bright moon on the Twenty-four Bridges, the autumn tide in Qiantang River, the cool fog in Putuo Mountain, the residual lotus in Lizhi Bay and so on. , but the color is not strong and the aftertaste is not lasting. Compared with Qiu Lai in the north, it is like yellow rice wine and dry rice, porridge and steamed bread, bass and crabs, yellow dogs and camels.

Autumn, autumn in the north, if I can stay, I would like to fold two-thirds of my life for a third of it.

speech draft

I have a dream.

Martin Luther king

Today, I am very happy to join you in the largest free demonstration and assembly in the history of our country.

100 years ago, a great American signed the Emancipation Declaration, and today we stand under his symbolic figure. The promulgation of this important law, like a huge lighthouse, brought hope to millions of slaves burnt in the flames of injustice, just like the happy dawn that ended the long night of imprisonment.

However, after 100 years, blacks are still not free. 100 years later, blacks are still tragically hobbled under the shackles of apartheid and racial discrimination. 100 years later, black people still live on an island of poverty in the sea of Wang Yang, where material prosperity exists. 100 years later, blacks are still languishing in the corner of American society and still feel that they are drifting in their native land. Therefore, we are here today to make this appalling situation public.

In a sense, we came to the national capital to cash a check. When the founders of our Republic drafted the glorious chapter of the Constitution and the Declaration of Independence, they signed a promissory note that every American could inherit. This promissory note promises everyone, whether white or black, the inalienable right to life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness.

Today, however, the United States obviously owes its colored citizens this promissory note. Instead of honoring this sacred debt, the United States began to give black people a bad check-a check that was returned with the seal of "insufficient funds". However, we never believe that a just bank will go bankrupt. We never thought that this country's huge treasure trove of opportunities would be underfunded.

Then, let's cash this check. This check will give us precious freedom and justice.

We have also come to this holy place to remind the United States that this is an extremely urgent moment. Now is not the time to take your time or take gradualist sedatives. Now is the time to realize the promise of democracy. It's time for out of the dark's desolate apartheid valley to embark on a racial equality sunshine avenue. It is time for our country to walk out of the quicksand of racial inequality and step on the rock full of brotherhood. Now is the time for all God's children to truly enjoy justice.

Ignoring the urgency of this moment will be fatal to this country. Until the autumn of freedom and equality comes, the heat of black reasonable grievances will not pass. 1963 is not the end, but the beginning.

If this country continues to go its own way, those who want black people to be satisfied just by venting their anger will be disappointed. There will be neither peace nor tranquility in the United States until the black people obtain civil rights. The whirlwind of resistance will continue to shake the cornerstone of our country until the glorious day of justice comes.

However, I have something to say to those who stand on the dangerous threshold leading to the hall of justice. In the process of striving for legal status, there must be no wrong actions that lead to crimes. We must never swallow the bitter wine of hatred to relieve our desire for freedom.

We should always fight properly and strictly. We can't let our creative protests turn into violence. We should constantly sublimate to the lofty realm of dealing with physical strength with soul strength.

The new miraculous fighting spirit sweeping across the black society should not lead us to distrust all white people-because many white brothers have realized that their destiny is closely related to ours and their freedom is closely related to ours. Their coming here to attend the rally today is proof of this.

We can't act alone. When we act, we must make sure to go forward bravely. We cannot retreat. Enthusiasts of the civil rights movement were asked, "When will you be satisfied?" We will never be satisfied as long as black people are still victims of unspeakable police brutality and terror. We will never be satisfied as long as we are shut out of motels and city hotels beside the highway after a tiring journey. As long as the basic activities of black people are confined to a narrow black residential area to a larger black residential area, we will never be satisfied. As long as our children are deprived of their personality and dignity by the "white only" sign, we will never be satisfied. As long as the blacks in Mississippi can't participate in the election, and as long as the blacks in new york think that they have nothing to do with the election, we will never be satisfied. No, no, we won't be satisfied until justice flows like water and gushes out like a spring.

It's not that I haven't noticed that some of you have gone through a lot of hardships to come here. Some of you just walked out of your cell. Some people come from areas where the pursuit of freedom has been hit by persecution storms and ravaged by police brutality. You've been through a lot. Keep working hard and believe that innocent suffering will eventually be saved.

Go back to Mississippi; Back to Alabama; Back to South Carolina; Go back to Georgia; Back to Louisiana; Back to the slums and black communities of our northern cities. You know, this situation can and will change. We cannot fall into the abyss of despair.

My friends, today I want to tell you that despite the difficulties at present, I still have a dream. This dream is deeply rooted in the American dream.

I have a dream that one day, this country will rise up and realize the true meaning of its founding creed: "We hold these truths to be self-evident: all men are created equal."

I have a dream that one day on the red hill in Georgia, the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down together and share brotherhood.

I have a dream that one day, even Mississippi, a desert state with a heat wave of injustice and oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice.

I have a dream that one day, my four little daughters will live in a country where they will be judged not by their skin color but by their character.

I had 18 dreams today.

I have a dream that one day, Alabama will change-although the governor of Alabama still talks about challenging and refusing to enforce federal laws-where black children can join hands with white children like brothers and sisters.

I have a dream today.

I have a dream that one day, the deep valleys will be closed, the mountains will be leveled, the roads will be smooth, the winding paths will become thoroughfares, the glory of God will reappear, and all living things in the world will be admired.

This is our hope. This is the belief that I will bring back to the south. With this belief, we can mine the stone of hope from the mountain of despair. With this belief, we can turn the noisy and harsh quarrel in this country into a musical symphony full of brotherhood. With this belief, we can work together, pray together, fight together, go to jail together, and safeguard freedom together, because we know that we will be free one day.

On this day, all children of God can sing this song with a new meaning:

My motherland, lovely king of thailand, I am song for you. This is the place where my ancestors died, which is the pride of early immigrants. Let freedom ring from every mountainside.

If America is to be a great country, this must be realized. So let freedom ring from the prodigious hilltops of New Hampshire!

Let freedom ring from the mountains of new york!

Let freedom ring from Allegheny Peak in Pennsylvania!

Let freedom ring from the snow-capped Loki Mountains of Colorado!

Let freedom ring from the beautiful peaks of California!

No, not only that; Let freedom ring from stone mountain of Georgia!

Let freedom ring from lookout mountain in Tennessee!

Let freedom ring from every mountainside of Mississippi!

Let freedom ring from every hillside!

When we let freedom ring, when we let freedom ring from every village and town, we can speed up this day. At that time, all the children of God, black and white, Jew and gentile, Jesus and Catholic, will be able to join hands and sing the old song of black soul: "Free at last! Free at last! Thanks to Almighty God, we are finally free! "