Reading beautiful poems for 3 minutes 0 1 not necessarily.
Answer? Sa A Qiang
Plums don't necessarily fall around plum trees,
Apples don't necessarily fall near apple trees?
A few words are not always wise,
Talking and laughing is not necessarily not serious.
Beauty is not necessarily empty,
Silly elder sister may not have a good life?
Lovers are not always smooth sailing,
Being single is not always unlucky.
True love doesn't have to be once,
Is it possible to have true love twice or three times?
Truth is not always in the hands of elders,
Young people might as well listen to themselves sometimes.
Money doesn't necessarily bring misfortune,
You should be happy to return empty-handed, right?
Life will ask us many questions,
Are we sure we can answer that? Can we keep answering?
Beautiful poetry recitation 3 minutes 02 life
Naeem? Vlasuli
What can be compared with life?
It hides a key to know everything,
Cold and heat, sunrise and sunset,
Ice and fire, light and shadow.
A wonderful life is full of etiquette,
I'm glad to see it with my own eyes.
I like it at midnight.
Enjoy the silence of the universe,
I love the lonely sky?
Blue sky, Wan Li, peace,
Dark clouds gathered before the storm,
There are also white clouds fluttering gently.
I like drizzle and thunder,
Blizzard, heavy snow all over the sky
A small river crossed and it collapsed.
Yuan Ye ranch, steep rocks.
Waterfalls, rapids, rapids,
Mountains and mountains, thousands of miles of plains.
I love empty mountains and birds, trees are dancing,
Magnificent rocks and springs
A flowery lawn.
I like the birds in the forest,
And their carefree.
One crow after another.
I love everything and welcome everything.
People, the sky, the earth,
Darkness at night, light during the day?
This is a great event on earth, the universe,
With eternal youth and fresh vitality,
Constantly inspiring us to move forward.
Beautiful poetry recitation 3 minutes 03 rain
Borges
Dusk suddenly becomes bright.
Because it is raining in Mao Mao at the moment.
Or have been forgotten. rain
There is no doubt that this happened in the past.
Anyone who hears the rain will think of it.
At that time, the fate of happiness appeared before him.
A flower called a rose.
And its wonderful bright red.
This covered the Mao Mao rain on the window pane.
Will be in the abandoned suburbs
In a yard that no longer exists.
Black grapes on the shelf. Wet curtain color
Bring me the voice I long for.
My father is back. He's not dead.
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