Youth, there is only one real youth in life. We are full of energy, we are brave, we are full of energy, we are beautiful and simple, we are happy, we are sad, we laugh, we cry, and the colorful world makes youth paint gorgeous colors and piece together the notes of life. However, in the face of the aging face, what flows in the long river of years seems to have swallowed up our best, so we began to recall and learn to regret and satisfy. We long for eternal dreams, and we cherish this final compromise. When people go to the green hills, we will always grow old day by day. Perhaps, we began to pursue a young heart.
Romantic season, like flowers, one by one, around lingering. At both ends of the road, there are hearts that we cherish each other, hearts that we leave, years that we walked hand in hand, and tears that we parted, dripping in our hearts. Youth is unique and beautiful.
In the bleak world, there will always be some mottled shadows, showing the sad appearance before sunset. I have seriously enjoyed the beautiful scenery of "I can see the sun, although it is brilliant", but I have also seriously felt the pallor of being buried by the coming night. Youth is sad. On the initial white paper, there will always be several profound lines, those parallel intersecting straight lines and those intertwined curves.
At sunset, I will still look up at the horizon and see the horizon where the sea meets the sky. It's like the intersection of two worlds. When we finish this journey, we will cross the finish line with peace of mind and move towards the next starting point. We are eager to stay here and bathe in the beautiful light. We have too much disappointment, which stems from some beauty and mixed with some regrets.
We write some poems about post-youth, and we interpret some of our own lives and some of our own unique destiny. We are used to hiding our youth in the camera and fixing it in our memories. We often open those yellowed photos, those unsent letters, and then look at those vaguely naive smiling faces. We are full of thoughts and emotions, such as the tide. On the sparkling water, there are layers of ripples, the breeze rises, and the boat is gently rippling. We sail to the past with the past and the present. Time is always gone, but the heart is always there.
Youth is a lingering song, a sad lingering song. We constantly strive for time, but we are always caught up by time in the pursuit of time. We yearn for this kind of lingering, but it is very likely to be fleeting in profligacy. One day, when youth slips away quietly, we will find that what we used to do is what we lost.
Youth is a love, a passionate love, we linger, but we have to think about it in our memories, just like flowers wither and leaves wither, in a hurry and long. Once upon a time, we were waiting for those romantic and beautiful pictures. Once upon a time, we were expecting those fantastic and disillusioned words. Once upon a time, we were shouting the blood of youth. Once upon a time, we were sorry for those who spent like water.
"Look at the flowers all over the sky, who cares for the fragrance and jade?" Youth is fragile and full of gratitude. An ending without an ending is a heart that misses the upward trend. We feel the simplicity and tranquility of nature, even if youth is left in the endless winter.
Beautiful Prose Recitation Draft 2 "Memory of Snow"
Author: Sunset is like snow.
The red maple leaf of a tree disappeared overnight. I haven't seen enough scenery in the autumn that I can't miss. A heavy snow, without any trace. Heavy snow wantonly covered the campus, bringing beautiful rings. The snow in Zhoushan is not strong enough or loose enough, but it won't go away. Flying overnight!
When I opened my eyes in the morning, I saw the beautiful scenery. Going out to fetch water is the biggest time. The ice crystals on the glass door are like a curtain of pears. I hold up my umbrella, walk into the flying world, and then blend in with the falling snowflakes.
Snowflakes fell on my shoulders and kissed my forehead. I think all this is so kind, so I raise my head and open my arms, and let the snow hit me. At that moment, I was pounding with excitement. Looking out, Changgang Mountain, which stretches in the distance, is quietly crawling in the world of snow; Up close, snowflakes fall gently on the branches, sometimes occasionally on the bent waist of the old tree. Snowflakes are everywhere, and there are pictures in the poems, which are as white as a dream, and if they are incomplete.
Suddenly I want to praise the lovely snow, but I don't know how to describe it. It is always an exaggeration to describe the purity in the world of mortals, the embodiment of beauty between heaven and earth, or the agile dancer of nature.
If this feeling is like snow, there is no trace ...
Beautiful prose recitation manuscript 3 "Wandering"
The bright moon lingers in the night sky.
Meteors swept across the galaxy.
The sad legend of the weaver girl
From generation to generation on a cool night.
The light lingered on the horizon.
The sound of the flute in the harbor aroused people's meditation.
The night is silent and affectionate.
It's the night boat leaving.
I wander on the moonlit night
The cool wind blew away my black hair and messed up my thoughts.
A frightened bird flew by with a sad voice.
Disturb the cold in the dark.
The pace of wandering becomes faltering.
The dawn of the horizon has not yet been revealed.
What time? The magnificent sunrise rose.
Dispel my dreams and tears on a cold night forever.
Beautiful prose recitation manuscript 4 "Where has the time gone?
There is a bowl of noodles on the stage.
This is for him, dear.
He never looked at her carefully.
She never blamed him.
The sun shone on her cheek.
Time has made it no longer smooth.
I have been working in a hurry all my life.
Just because he called her mom.
Where has all the time gone?
Leaving only her hurried hair.
Life is hard.
She never said that she was tired.
Where has all the time gone?
Leaving only her hurried white hair
have neither complaint nor regret
All she cares about is him.
Beautiful Prose Recitation Draft 5 "Dear Where Are You"
The cold wind blew the stars' faces.
Dull and depressing
No more flashing passion
It has been running in the vast universe for thousands of years.
Rotate around the center of the cold ball
Tired, too tired
Have no power to say the oath that will remain unchanged for thousands of years.
Quiet, let him sleep.
When dark clouds cover the whole earth
When crows sing in the footsteps of death
And the witch's sweet dance.
That cold ball heart
Still spinning and spinning.
The hot center of the sun
A temperature of tens of thousands of degrees can melt everything.
Why can't you melt this ice heart?
The storm ravaged your face.
Lightning and thunder destroyed your spirit.
The crow witch laughs at your face.
Eternal oath everything has changed under your choice.
The burning heart is bleeding.
Perceive the scar in the center of the ball.
feel sorry
He roared.
Send out layers of shock waves
Exorcise demons
The warm sunshine moistens the earth.
And the heart of the ball is still cold.
All the efforts and efforts were in vain.
Is this an eternal spell?
The deeper you love, the deeper you hurt.
Looking up at the Starry Sky
Stand quietly alone.
Will that star be me?
Where are you who know my heart?
The sky is silent, and the earth is silent.
I hope to win a heart and never part.
The night is too cold.
Cover yourself up and don't catch cold.
Dear you
I look forward to your coming to me soon.
Beautiful Prose Recitation Draft 6 "In a Foreign Land"
bird
Like a blue flower or a blue stone in my hometown.
Flowers and stones
You blew a fresh and lasting wind from the dripping river.
moon
I like beautiful villages and can't forget my old love.
The cooked food in the hands of relatives grows a cup of good medicine and saves everything.
This is a ballad about land and water.
Let suffering walk on wine and enjoy life.
The ridge will be empty.
Do wanderers often think of distant places when they are alone?
A cloud that only left me a moment of happiness.
Maybe I won't see you clearly in my life.
I will hold a silent trunk in loneliness.
Bury my tears
Silence silently wrapped my inner wounds.
The warm ashes took away the steady lamp.
I can't sleep tonight because my heart is desolate and dark.
I am full of drug addiction and diseases in the city.
My hands are empty.
A finger writing a poem can't hold a dusty tear.
I was looking after the crops when the lantern bearer came to this barren hillside at night.
A full moon with great failure and pain is shining.
How are you going to put it on your head like a wreath?
A cold star walks in the wilderness.
Where the cold light falls
That's hometown.
My free body lies flat on the ground.
Very soil
restart
Where the clouds pass
The flowers bloom luxuriantly.
Beautiful prose recitation draft 7 "Looking for a place in life, leaving a faint ink"
Author: light leisure
The once-desired and talented poet's fingertips have been achieved in one fell swoop; Qian Shan in the eyes of birds that once yearned for and spread their wings; I once yearned for the sweet happiness of lovers holding hands in the beautiful night market.
After all, yearning is just yearning. Without a realistic foundation, you can never pick the stars in your heart.
Life is full of regrets, starting with busyness, ending with busyness, ups and downs, and gradually getting lost in a fantasy world full of unknowns and becoming a slave to money.
People always like to pursue what they don't have and ignore what they have. Life rendered in shallow ink is like a landscape painting, full of poetry and frustration. Happiness stays in the world of mortals.
Perhaps, tears in the eyes quietly waiting for the season to slip; Perhaps, the dream stays on the other side, expecting a sober moment; Perhaps, the excitement will soon become a brilliant time.
How much sadness is hidden in life? How much laughter lingers in my mind?
Endless troubles, unspeakable worries, unsatisfied love and endless laughter constitute a colorful life.
A drop of shallow ink stayed at the tip of the pen, waiting for the moment of splashing, which made a gorgeous picture.
Beautiful prose recitation manuscript 8 maternal love
A person's life is a process of loving and being loved, as well as a process of giving and returning. From the moment we were born, there was a kind of love lingering in our body and mind, and that was the love of our mother. Mother influenced us with the most persistent, sincere and lasting love, sowed the seeds of love in our hearts, purified and moistened our hearts. Repaying the society with the same love will lead our lives, but it is selfless and unrequited.
"But how much love there is in an inch of grass, I got three spring rays". Mother's love for us is the most precious wealth in the world. We are protected by it and surrounded by it. It is like a flower, blooming heartily, thanking without regrets; Another example is the wind in spring, the green in summer, the red in autumn and the warmth in winter; Just like the rainbow morning after rain and the evening when the smoke flies: it makes us laugh at every beautiful day.
Years are long, and after many gorgeous springs and cold winters, that love will never be erased. Before going to school, it became a kind exhortation: "Be careful on the road"; When we get home, it turns into a smile, which makes our tired day focus on the bright torch; After finishing homework at night, it melts into a glass of milk on our dining table, which warms our hearts.
Beautiful prose recitation manuscript 9 singer's feelings
There are singers like this and volunteers like this. When he is not a father himself, he looks at so many children with his father's eyes. The children's eyes moved him and made him act. His name is easy to remember. His name is Cong Fei, and Cong shows us that two people standing on the earth need to support and warm each other. As a famous singer, Cong Fei has donated more than 3 million yuan in the past 10 years. He often performs in business and should live a rich life. However, since 10, he has spent all his money and donated more than 3 million yuan to help more than 50 out-of-school children and disabled people, but he has been living a poor life and even borrowed money to live. He is a truly selfless person, a truly selfless person, passing on his love to others without considering the feedback of others' love. At 20: 40 on April 20th, 2006, Cong Fei, Ambassador of Love, made a perfect curtain call. The Shenzhen Youth League Committee has established the Cong Fei Love Fund, and they will take over the love baton from Cong Fei. As Cong Fei hoped, the children in Guizhou mountainous areas would not be out of school because of his departure.
In Cong Fei, we see the spirit of selfless dedication, the spirit of selfless dedication, the spirit of honesty and friendship, and the spirit of helping the poor, all of which are necessary for building a harmonious society in China today. It can be said that the spirit of Cong Fei is the crystallization of the spirit of the present era and the traditional virtues of the nation.
Beautiful prose reciting manuscript 10 grateful heart
As children, repeated love for their mother will naturally produce a kind of reward psychology, which is the essence of "filial piety". Although we can't repay our mother's love, we can be grateful and repay the society with practical actions. Warm those who give us love, warm those who need love. And then extended to their own "preaching and teaching to solve doubts" teachers. All our "income" lies in the "pay" of others, which is great love. Moreover, this gratitude and return is loyalty to the country and the nation; For friends, it is the heart of friendship; As far as society and nature are concerned, it is the core of love ... The noblest mental state of a person is to have a loving heart forever. With the change of things, we have a deeper understanding of the return of love, and our parents' greatest wish is that we can become talents needed by society. We should repay our parents with our heart, and at the same time, we should warm the society with love.
For each of us, we should be grateful, feel with our heart and repay with our actions. A warm word, a sweet smile and a bunch of flowers. At the same time, it also embellished my life, lived up to the love of my parents and others, and let me play a role in society.