Poems about chanting 1. Poetry about reading aloud
book
Books are our friends forever.
It accompanies us through the spring, summer, autumn and winter of life.
Books take root, sprout and thrive in our lives.
There are infinite wealth of mankind in the book.
We can freely draw nutrition from it.
Books are video recorders of human development.
We can see the footprints of our predecessors in it.
Books are an ocean of knowledge and wisdom.
We grow up slowly in the sea of books.
This book is both yours and mine.
Books are the eternal friends of mankind.
Poetry recitation about reading (2);
The book is the ocean of knowledge
I wish I were a canoe.
Raise the ideal sail
Ripples on the sea.
The book is the ocean of knowledge
I wish I were a small fish.
Singing in the arms of the sea
Develop the treasures in the book with the blood of a lifetime.
The book is the ocean of knowledge
It is rich, vast and vast.
It is beautiful and broad.
It contains the hopes and aspirations of generations.
2. Ancient chanting poems
"Six Poems on Mount Tai" In April of the first year of Li Bai Tianbao in Tang Dynasty, Mount Tai went up from the old imperial road in April, and Shiping Imperial Road opened.
Six dragons cross a thousand valleys, and the valley follows. The clues around Bifeng are now covered with moss.
The flying stream overflows and the water suddenly loosens and mourns. Looking at the wonders in the north, the cliffs are destroyed in the east.
The cave door was closed with a stone fan, and the underground clouds steamed and thundered. Climb high and look at the flowing water, imagine the platform of gold and silver.
A long whistle from Tianmen brought a breeze to Wan Li. There were four or five girls who floated nine times.
Smile and hold hands, leaving me a rose cup. It's a pity to bow down again if you're not a fairy.
How carefree it is to die in a small universe. Xiao Qing rode a white deer and went straight to Tianmen Mountain.
People meet feathers in the mountains, good face. I want to talk, but I can't cover Qingyun Pass.
I left my book floating among the rocks. It is ancient, and it is not idle to read.
Feeling these three sighs, I didn't come back from the teacher. Pingming boarded the Japanese vision and raised his hand to clear the clouds.
Spirit flying, such as out of heaven and earth. The Yellow River comes from the west and winds into the distant mountains.
Look at the eight poles on the edge of the cliff. The longer the eyes, the better. Occasionally, the value of children, green hair and double clouds.
Laugh at me for being a late fairy and wasting my face. Hesitant and invisible, mighty and difficult to chase.
Three thousand days after Zhai Qing, schizophrenia wrote the Taoist scriptures. Chanting is justified, and the gods defend me.
Clouds are long and winds are long, and they are shaped like wings. Climb the cliff to see the sun, and lie on the threshold to see the east.
The sea moves mountains far away, and the cock crows first. The silver platform is upside down, and the white waves turn over the whales.
The elixir of life flies to Peng Ying. The Japanese view is inclined to the northeast, and two cliffs are sandwiched with two stones.
The sea fell before my eyes, and the sky was far away and clear. Thousands of peaks compete, and thousands of valleys are unique.
Myanmar and other cranes have gone to the fairy, and there is no trace in the cloud. Long loose into the sky, the distance is not enough.
Mountain flowers are different. Five flowers in the snow are white. Finally, speaking of peace, we are here to refine jade liquid.
Drink Wang Muchi and vote for Tianmen Pass. Walking in the green hills at night with the green lyre alone.
The mountains are bright and the moon is white, and the night is quiet and relaxed. Immortals swim in Bifeng, singing everywhere.
Silent entertainment, jade is really delicate. Imagine a phoenix dance and a dragon and tiger costume.
Picking melons in the morning, I don't remember coming back in a trance. Raise your hand and understand, and climb the loom by mistake.
I lost my seat tomorrow morning, but I saw five clouds flying.
3. Poems suitable for reciting
Even if the Peach Blossom Pond is deep, it is not as deep as Wang Lun's sending away my love.
Sailing alone in the blue sky, I can see the Yangtze River flowing in the sky. Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently.
All the trails and clouds are black. I don't know who cut the thin leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors.
Looking at Lushan Waterfall (Tang Dynasty), Li Bai's Rizhao incense burner gave birth to purple smoke. Look at the hanging waterfalls in Qianchuan. It is suspected that the Milky Way has set for nine days. To Wang Lun (Tang Dynasty), Bai was about to take a boat when he heard singing on the shore.
Yellow Crane Tower Farewell Meng Haoran On the way to Yangzhou (Tang Dynasty), Li Bai's old friend left the Yellow Crane Tower in the west, and fireworks went down to Yangzhou in March: (Tang Dynasty), He Biyu disguised himself as a tree, and a tapestry of thousands of strands of moss hung down, and the river boat was full of fire. When I think of my brothers' bodies climbing high, I will feel a little regret for not being able to reach me.
"Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night" (Tang Dynasty) Du Fu knows the rainy season, and spring is coming, which means that n m 4 i. Thousand Foot Poems are suitable for reciting.
"Mountain Holiday Thinking of Shandong Brothers" (Tang Dynasty) Wang Wei was in a foreign land and missed his relatives every holiday. Look at the red and wet place, the flowers in Zhenguan City are heavy.
4. Poems about flowers and trees
The poem about flowers is 1. Pear flower: (Like the strong wind in spring, it blows at night and blows open the petals of ten thousand pear trees. ) 2. Peach Blossoms: (In April, the world is full of flowers, and the mountain temple is full of peach blossoms. ) 3. Xinghua: (Excuse me, where is the restaurant? The shepherd boy refers to Xinghua Village. ) 4. Lotus: (The next day, the lotus leaves are infinite, and the lotus flowers are different colors. ) 5. osmanthus. I know from a distance that it is not snow, because it has a faint fragrance. In September, the lotus in Qianjia () pond rested in the south of the Yangtze River and turned to Zhongzhou. Beauty smiles across the water, and the sunset is still misty and sad. Dew washes the jade plate, the golden palace is cold, and the wind blows with the golden city and autumn. It's no use looking. There is a kind of seclusion in the pond. According to legend, the lotus flowers in the Southern Dynasties shook their purple leaves and gently revealed Zhu's room. Sit and watch the flying frost. It's red and fragrant this year. Lu you's plum blossom quatrains heard that plum blossoms are blowing in the breeze and snowdrifts are all over the four mountains. How can it be transformed into hundreds of billions? In the morning, Liu Zongyuan's plum blossoms are tall, reflecting Chu Tianbi. The north wind is floating in Ye Xiang, and the frost is white. I want to give it to Wan Li, across the mountains and rivers. It's very cold. Straight roots send spring. Yi Mei, Li Shangyin is set in the horizon, and even has expectations. Lengmei is the most hateful and is often regarded as the flower of last year. Bai Juyi planted seven new plums by the pond, so I want to check it when it blooms. Don't be afraid of being jealous of peaches and plums in Changzhou, so this year is a good year for you. There are many strange steps to explore plum in the deep mountains, and it is at dusk in the middle of the night. A plum blossom on the highest branch is annoying. 000.00000 Late spring is in the sound of thrush. 2. Su Xin Hua: Don't hang the curtain on this flower, but you will get out of the dust. The charm of writing shows that there is a normal heart in the world. 3. Lily: Learn to dye the color of pale yellow day lily, and several branches are fluttering in the wind. Self-pity is difficult to get along with, so it is not called to plant this flower in front of the court. 4. Plum blossom: one piece, two pieces and three pieces. Pay back the tourists as a gentleman, instead of looking at the flowers. 8 Haitang: The darkness has its own fragrance, not that you don't know it. Camellia: Only camellia is durable, and there are several red flowers in the green bush. 10 Chinese rose: flowers bloom every day, and spring has nothing to do with it. The poem on the tree is: 1. There are many trees and plenty of herbs. And pale blue in remote mountainous areas. (Meng Haoran: "Passing the Old Village") 3. Birds perch on trees by the pool, and monks knock on the door of the moon. (Jia Dao: Living in Seclusion with Li Ning) 4. Jasper adorns trees, and ten thousand moss tapestries hang down. (He: "Singing Willow") 5. Just like the strong wind in spring, it blows at night and blows open the petals of ten thousand pear trees. (Cen Can: (A song of snow sends Tian Shuji Wu home) 6. Wan Muchun is in front of the sick tree. (Liu Yuxi: "Enjoy Lotte at the First Dinner in Yangzhou") 8. Spring eyes are silent and pity the trickle, and the shade of trees shines on the water and loves the sunshine. (Yang Wanli: Xiaochi).
5. Poetry related to reading
This is a night for men to study. Teenagers don't know how to learn early, but Whitehead regrets learning late.
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2, the industry is diligent, barren land; What is done in thinking is destroyed in following-Han Yu
3, learning without thinking is useless, thinking without learning is dangerous-Confucius
4. Knowing is not as good as being good, and being good is not as good as being happy-Confucius.
5, a threesome, there must be my teacher. Choose good and follow it, change evil and follow it-Confucius
6, Xing Yu Shi, Li Yu Li, Cheng Yu Le-Confucius
7. Don't do to others what you don't want them to do to you-Confucius
8, reading thousands of books, writing like a god-Du Fu
9. There are three kinds of reading, namely, heart, eyes and mouth-Zhu.
10, the foundation is to establish knowledge first, and the establishment of knowledge is based on reading-Ouyang Xiu
1 1. Read thousands of books and take Wan Li Road-Liu Yi.
12, black hair does not know to learn early, white hair regrets to learn late-Yan Zhenqing
13, the book is as affectionate as ever, and every blind date is gloomy and happy-Yu Qian
14, books or medicine, good reading can cure fools-Liu Xiang
15, young people don't work hard, old and young are sad-"Han Yuefu". Long song "
16, don't be idle, grow old together and be heartbroken-Yue Fei
17. Try to know all the people in the world and make up your mind to read all the books in the world-Su Shi
18, birds want to fly first, people want to be advanced-Li Kuchan.
19, determined to be a true character, we must do our best to study-Ruan Yuan.
20. Indifference is unclear, and quietness is not far away-Zhuge Liang.
2 1, don't do it because of small evils, don't do it because of small goodness-Chen Shou's "History of the Three Kingdoms"
22. Be familiar with 300 Tang poems, and you can recite them even if you can't write them-Sun Zhu's Preface to 300 Tang Poems.
23, the book is used, you hate it less, and you don't know how difficult it is until you have been there-Lu You.
24, ask the canal is so clear, because there is a source of flowing water-Zhu.
25. I can never get tired of reading old books, and I won't know who I am until I read them carefully-Su Shi.
26. Those who are bookish must work hard, and those who are artistic must be skilled-Pu Songling.
27, reading a hundred times, its meaning is self-evident-"The History of the Three Kingdoms"
28. A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step-Lao Zi
29, the road is long, Xiu Yuan Xi, I will search up and down-Qu Yuan.
30. Appreciating strange essays and solving doubts-Tao Yuanming
3 1, the method of reading, step by step, familiar and thoughtful-Zhu
32. My life is limited, but so is my knowledge-Zhuangzi.
33. If you don't learn, you won't learn. You can't learn without ambition-Zhuge Liang
34, jade is not cut, not a weapon; People who don't learn don't know —— The Book of Rites
Step 6 recite poems
In the season of warm wind, the sky is clear as washing catkins flying all over the sky and falling on the quietly sprouting earth. Young people's lives crawl in the soil and music flows in their hearts. Young people have an unchanging oath. We will firmly set our sights on a further starting line. From the moment we set out, we were destined to chase the resolute and confident face of the rising sun, hold on to that drop of sweat and wait for the dawn of victory. Let tears flow on your face, just for the moment of applause. Since I chose the blue sky, I chose to fly. Even if you choose to fight, even if you choose the wind and rain, even if there will be thorns in the future. Now that you have chosen, you have fixed the trajectory of your life. Now that you have chosen, you are doomed to struggle and impermanence. Since you have chosen, you have ushered in youth in the same boat. Since you have chosen, you will become brilliant. Look, the beating flame is the voice of youth in full bloom, and the jubilant pace is the voice of youth chasing dreams. Passion is tireless in the body of youth, and passion is strong and light on the limbs of youth. Let's sing our youth all the way and pursue our dreams far away. If you fall in love with someone when you are young, please treat him gently.
If you have to part, say goodbye and thank him in your heart for giving you a memory. When you grow up, you will know that youth without resentment has no regrets at the moment when you suddenly look back. The quiet full moon, youth and Shen Qing on the mountain make me tired but don't regret it. The rain and snow in the four seasons make me ecstatic but haggard. Light wind and green dreams, light morning sleep, light clouds and light tears, light years.
With the joy of wandering, I will never come back. No one hinted at the dry taste of homesickness when I was young. I want to snuggle up to every golden sunset, and every drop of transparent dew washes away my sadness.
I met her in full bloom in the distant spring, like a beautiful fairy tale filled with dazzling brilliance. 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. On that blue hillside, I will bury all my songs and wait for them to become human legends one day.
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, wandering winds, wandering dreams, wandering years.
Believe in the future/forefinger When cobwebs mercilessly sealed my stove, the smoke of ashes sighed poverty. I still stubbornly spread the ashes of disappointment and wrote with beautiful snowflakes: I believe that in the future, when my purple grapes turn into dew in late autumn, and when my flowers cling to the feelings of others, I still stubbornly write on the desolate land of frosted vines: I believe that in the future, I will command the sky with my hands, and I will hold up the sea of the sun with my palms and sway the dawn. A warm and beautiful pen, written with a child's pen: believe in the future. I firmly believe in the future because I believe in the vision of people in the future. She has eyelashes to push away the dust of history. She has pupils to see through the chapters of the years. No matter whether people send moving tears, deep sympathy or contemptuous smiles to our rotting bodies, I firmly believe that people will give warm, objective and fair comments on our spine's numerous explorations, lost ways, failures and successes. Yes, I am anxiously waiting for their evaluation friends. Believe in the future, indomitable efforts, young people who overcome death, the future and love life. Xi Murong's ending has been written, and all the tears have already started, but suddenly I forget how it started. In that ancient summer that is gone forever, no matter how hard I try to pursue young you, your smiling face is very shallow and gradually fades away. After sunset, fate opened the yellow title page and bound it badly with tears. I have read and reread, but I have to admit that Youth is a sloppy book. Is there a kind of beauty that can be eternal? No one told me the answer, only a meteor across the sky. Are there any memories that can be moved? No one told me the answer, only the rainbow of seven colors after the rain.
How can we say that a world without dreams is no longer beautiful? Look at that child's innocent smile. How can you say that the night without lights is no longer moving? Do you know that stars are also caring eyes?
We are youth, we are bright stars in the night sky, we are unruly, we are persistent eagles on the horizon, nothing can stop our yearning for beauty and nothing can affect our investment in youth. The most beautiful poems of youth should be read aloud by us. Youth is a beautiful dream, but it will wake up one day. 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, youth is the fine sand in your hand, which has been unconsciously leaked. Youth is a meteor in the sky, but beauty is fleeting. Youth is the fragrance left by happiness, and I should cherish it.