About Prose Poems Suitable for Recitation (1) Untitled
I like to look through my mobile phone when I am bored.
Still no news from you.
I don't know if you have forgotten, but I'm still waiting for you.
The rain outside the window cries for the sky.
Fingertips are cold.
I finally got a word from you.
But why so heartless?
Hate the habit of hiding your unhappiness
I hate your handwriting without temperature.
This is just a trance.
Love that once burned and bloomed.
How to get lost in silence?
I curled up in a person's space.
Try not to cry.
Learn how to face you now.
You seem to forget that I'm not that gullible.
Prose Poems Suitable for Recitation (2) Wilderness
The winter wind is full of desolation in December.
Shaving in a deserted field.
Send desolation
There are swaying weeds everywhere.
Filled the whole venue.
This is their paradise.
Migrant workers have long abandoned them.
The economy has taken off and flocked to cities.
This has become their long forgotten home.
The winter wind blew through the dry weeds.
Groaning and left.
Tiangengshang
The voice of sorrow is one after another.
On Prose Poems Suitable for Recitation (3) Alone
blue sky
gentle breeze
A person's time
I don't know why.
My heart has always been
At your place
Good times!
Slipped away at my fingertips
I haven't had time to catch your tenderness.
Acacia and sadness will take advantage of it.
It's me too. I miss you most.
while
Walk alone
I can't leave your happiness.
The vast world
The wind is blowing and the clouds are gathering-moving forward with great strength.
my heart
Only willing to follow your whereabouts
Aap Ki Khatir
How many autumns
Walk alone
I can't get off the ferry with you.
In the boundless lake
Overflow my thoughts.
Xiangsi Lake has its own charm.
I will always be there.
Give you a
Wait forever
Walk alone
I can't walk out of your beauty.
That criss-crossing intersection
Looking forward to meeting you.
Deduct the most beautiful encounter in the world of mortals
Let you really become
In my heart, the only thing
scenery
Walk alone
My heart is reserved for you.
When you are lonely
Looking back on the bits and pieces with you.
You will always be.
The most delicate rose in my heart
Left it to me.
Only beauty.
Further reading
This morning, the Chinese teacher came into the classroom with a smile and wrote five big characters on the blackboard-poetry recital.
As soon as we saw it, we all cheered and the students were eager to try. I am no exception. I read poems with my good friend Xu. What we recited was a poem praising the Yellow River. As soon as I came on stage, I was nervous and excited. I can hardly watch it because I am nervous. At this time, applause rang out from the audience, which gave me strength. I suddenly feel very confident. I thought, "The students all believe that I can recite well. Can I still not believe in myself? "
So, I read aloud the first paragraph of this poem, and then it was my good friend's turn. She recited it in a brisk voice. If my voice is like a surging river, her voice is like a clear and cheerful stream, jingling along the way. It makes people feel relaxed and happy immediately. After reading aloud, the students applauded for us and cast admiring eyes. I also have a sense of pride in my heart, extremely proud.
This is my deskmate. He walked slowly to the platform. With excitement, tension and shyness on his face. His voice is high, like the surging Yangtze River, and his tone is cadence. But he stopped suddenly, and we were all surprised. He blushed and asked the teacher how to pronounce the word.
Ah! I see. Laughter broke out from time to time in the class.
The deskmate didn't feel embarrassed, but continued reading in his high voice.
At this time, no one laughed any more. Everyone listened to him quietly. After reading it, I couldn't help applauding him. I really admire his spirit.
Through this recitation, I became more confident, and I also saw the spirit of my deskmates who are brave in learning and not afraid of ridicule. This is really meaningful reading.