Shen Qing
The bloom of youth makes me tired but I don't regret it.
The rain and snow in the four seasons make me ecstatic but haggard.
Gentle wind and green dreams, gentle morning and morning drowsiness,
Light clouds and light tears, light years.
With the joy of wandering, I just never came back,
No one hinted at my homesickness when I was a child.
I want to snuggle up in every golden sunset,
Every transparent dewdrop washed away my sadness.
I met her in full bloom in the distant spring,
Full of dazzling brilliance, like a beautiful fairy tale.
Allow me, song for you. I can't sleep every night,
Allow me to cry for you. I can fly freely in tears.
The sky in my dream is very big, and I am lying on your eyelashes.
There were many days in my dream, but I began to want to go home.
I will bury all my songs on that blue hillside,
Waiting for one day they will become legends in the world.
The bloom of youth makes me tired but I don't regret it.
The rain and snow in the four seasons make me ecstatic but haggard.
Tangled clouds, tangled tears, tangled mornings,
Lost wind, lost dreams, lost years.
1, flying youth
Not all trees
Be broken by the storm;
Not all seeds
Can't find rooted soil;
Not everything is true.
Are lost in the desert of people's hearts;
Not all dreams
Willing to break his wings.
No, not everything.
Like you said,
Not all flames
They will only burn themselves.
Not illuminating others;
Not all stars
It only means darkness.
Don't report the dawn;
Not all songs
It passed by my ear.
Didn't leave it in my heart.
No, not everything.
Just like you said!
Not all appeals went unanswered;
Not everything lost can't be compensated;
Not all abyss is doomed;
Not all destruction covers the weak;
Not all hearts
You can step on the mud under your feet;
Not all the consequences are tears and blood stains,
But I didn't show a happy expression.
All the present breeds the future,
Everything in the future comes from yesterday.
Hope and fight for it,
Please put these on your shoulders.
Step 2 hope
Youth is a beautiful dream.
But one day I will wake up from my dream.
Youth is a small river
But it will dry up one day.
Youth is a rainbow.
But it will disappear one day.
Youth is a blooming flower.
But one day it will fall.
Youth is the fine sand in your hands.
Unconsciously, it has leaked out.
Youth is a meteor in the sky.
Although it was beautiful, it passed quickly.
Youth is the fragrance left by happiness.
Everything I want to cherish is gone.
For the upcoming loss,
Please cherish our youth.
For the coming loss
Hope, seize the beautiful youth.
3, the dream of youth
Youth blossoms and falls.
Makes me tired and regretless,
Rain and snow fly all the year round.
This makes me ecstatic but haggard.
Breeze and green dreams,
Gentle morning,
Light clouds, light tears,
Faint every year.
With the joy of wandering.
I never came back,
No one suggested that I was young.
The dry taste of homesickness.
I want to snuggle up in every golden sunset,
Every transparent dewdrop washed away my sadness.
I met her in full bloom in the distant spring,
Full of dazzling brilliance, like a beautiful fairy tale.
Allow me, song for you.
I can't sleep every night,
Allow me to cry for you.
I can fly freely in tears.
The sky in my dream is very big, and I am lying on your eyelashes.
There were many days in my dream, but I began to want to go home.
I will bury all my songs on that blue hillside,
Waiting for one day they will become legends in the world.
Youth blossoms and falls.
Makes me tired and regretless,
Rain and snow fly all the year round.
This makes me ecstatic but haggard.
Tangled clouds, tangled tears, tangled mornings,
Lost wind, lost dreams, lost years.
Poetry suitable for recitation should not be too short or too long. I don't know whether you want modern poetry or ancient poetry.
"I use my damaged palm."
Believe in the future
Langtaosha
Poetry suitable for girls to recite, not too short, fragile in March fireworks.
It rained all night.
My heart will fly all night.
It is said that the flower heart is haggard.
The soul returns to the dream.
And my heart is gradually curled up.
In this misty rain
I seem to be getting more and more ignorant.
But the splashing rain
But let miss tidy up.
I can only watch.
Will miss a little bit shattered.
Then chew my bitterness.
The spring rain is very thin.
But the heart is fat.
Fragility is intermittent in the fireworks in March.
I'm not dirty.
My rain, my dream
Real and forever.
Set the cloud
Trying to burn the eternal fire
here
Wind shutter door, falling tidbits
Everything is floating with tears.
Only rain, only rain.
Hallucinations can be deduced from reality.
Passionate and lyrical poetry? Not too long, recite more. The poet Cambridge has an impassioned and lyrical poem, which is a short poem praising the motherland. I am your river running day and night.
Motherland, I am your river running day and night.
Cambridge
Motherland, I am your river running day and night.
Every drop of water carries lightning of happiness.
If it weren't for love
How can I get from my chest
Cut out a long river
Flowing day and night
From the depths of life
I am the Yangtze River and I am the Yellow River.
If there is no stronger nutrition than milk,
How can my yellow land?
Name one mountain after another.
That long mountain range is the Great Wall that can't fall down.
Mount Everest is the hardest skeleton in the world.
My motherland is in wind, frost, rain and snow.
Hold your noble head high
The mountains are hidden
The flying wings whirled in the strong wind.
Nine Wan Li sky smoke cleared.
Motherland, please put my vigilant eyes.
Embedded in your bloody chest.
In my blood.
Endless vows flow.
My lake, my mountains and rivers.
My brave sons and daughters, wave upon wave.
You-the source of my life
I will go through fire and water to the sea.
Poems suitable for two girls to recite believe in the future.
When cobwebs mercilessly sealed my stove.
When the smoke of ashes sighs the sorrow of poverty
I still stubbornly smooth away the ashes of disappointment.
Write with beautiful snowflakes: believe in the future.
When my purple grapes turn into dew in late autumn
When my flowers snuggle up to other people's feelings
I still stubbornly use frosted vines.
Write on the desolate land: believe in the future.
I want to use my fingers to stir the waves that rush to the horizon.
I want to hold the sun in my hand.
The warm and beautiful pen flickers with the dawn.
Write with a child's pen: believe in the future.
I believe in the future.
Yes, I believe that people's eyes in the future
She brushed away the eyelashes of history.
She has a student who can read through the years.
No matter what people think of our rotting bodies.
Those lost blues, the pain of failure.
It was tears of emotion and deep sympathy.
Or give a contemptuous smile and bitter ridicule?
I firmly believe that people are interested in our spine.
Countless explorations, lost ways, failures and successes.
I will definitely give a warm, objective and fair evaluation.
Yes, I am anxiously waiting for their comments.
Friends, believe in the future.
Believe in indomitable efforts
Young people who believe in overcoming death.
Believe in the future and love life.
A poem suitable for junior high school students to recite, neither too long nor too short, Dedicated to Youth.
Even in the dark
I can read your outline, too
Even in the garden
I can feel your heartbeat, too.
I see
Youth is a poem that cannot be surrounded by night.
Youth is a dance that flowers can't surround.
Youth is the winding of running water.
Youth is the passion of volcanic eruption.
But you must remember.
The meteor of youth
just this once
Crossing the horizon of life
Chun Qing Author: Xi Murong
All endings have been written.
All the tears have also flowed out.
I suddenly forgot what kind of beginning this was.
On that ancient summer day that is gone forever.
No matter how hard I pursue it,
Young you are just passing by.
And your smile is extremely shallow.
Gradually disappeared into the mist after sunset.
Then open the yellow title page.
Fate has bound it badly.
I looked at it again and again, with tears in my eyes.
But I have to admit.
Youth is a book that is too hasty.
Wang Guozhen's Love Life.
I don't think about whether I can succeed or not.
Now that I have chosen a distant place,
I only care about the hardships.
I don't think about whether I can win love.
Because I like roses,
Just show your sincerity bravely.
I don't think about whether there will be cold wind and rain behind me.
Because the target is the horizon.
Only the back is left to the world.
I don't think about whether the future is flat or muddy.
As long as you love life.
Everything is expected.
If you are not happy enough, by Wang Guozhen.
If you are not happy enough
Don't frown.
Life is short.
Why cultivate bitterness?
Open dusty doors and windows.
Let the sunshine and rain spread all over every corner.
Vilen moves towards life.
Let the wind iron your forehead.
Broadness can dilute sadness.
Dark colors can cover light colors.
Wang Guozhen's Beyond Yourself.
We can cheat others.
But you can't deceive yourself.
As we move towards a prosperous May,
Youth is no longer mysterious.
Upward road
It's always stumbling
Always keep the original romance.
Really not easy
Someone is sad.
Some people are happy.
When we crossed a high mountain,
I also crossed a real self.
The above poems are generally suitable for junior high school students to recite, and the time is also appropriate. You can choose Bandari's piano music as the soundtrack.
Poetry suitable for junior high school girls to recite for about 5 minutes, neither too long nor too short, on parents' open day! Walking on the Road of Spring Poet: A Hai, a spring city, was walking on the road of spring when someone suddenly shouted, My good brother, hold on, you must be strong and walk on the road of spring. They bid farewell to tears, waved away the fragrance with a smile, and turned to the beautiful colorful clouds, indicating their desire, but Cambridge quietly drew their shadows, and a bright light jumped out of the sky, and seagulls cried affectionately, Ah. Hope for a new life! I quickly woke up from my sleep, tried to reach out my hands, smiled and hugged the dawn opposite, and gently ran to the crowd chasing dreams, singing and writing all the way to face the sea bravely and bid farewell to despair.
English poems suitable for reading should not be too short or too long. The first two verses of Whitman's Song of the Road.
Song of the open road
Walt Whitman
1
I walked on the open road,
Health, freedom, the world in front of me,
The long brown road in front of me leads to anywhere I choose.
From now on, I don't ask for good luck, I am good luck myself.
From now on, I don't cry, I don't delay, I don't need anything,
Indoor complaints, libraries, grumbling criticisms,
I am strong and content to walk on the open road.
Earth, that's enough,
I don't want the constellations to get closer,
I know they're fine now,
I know that they are enough for those who belong to them.
I still carry the delicious food I used to have.
I take them with me, men and women, wherever I go,
I swear I can't get rid of them,
I am filled with them, and I will fill them in return. )
2
I walked into your path and looked around. I believe that you are not everything here.
I believe that many invisible things are also here.
Here, the profound lesson of acceptance, preference or rejection,
Black people with unkempt hair, felons, sick people and illiterate people will not be denied;
Birth, pursuit of doctors, vagrancy of beggars, stagger of drunkards, laughter of technicians,
Runaway youth, rich man's carriage, playboy, eloping couple,
Early market traders, hearses, moved furniture into towns and came back from towns.
They passed, I passed, everything passed, and nothing could be stopped.
No one I like, no one I love.
Please recommend poems suitable for two girls to recite. Wang Guozhen Mountain is high and the road is far. His poems are inspiring and suitable for students to recite. I hope I can help you and adopt them!