A two-minute recitation of modern poetry

Legend (Author-Li Jin) When mountains and rivers become distant voices, when there is nothing but helplessness and sadness in the empty valley, I still stubbornly look forward to it and yearn for it infinitely. When all directions are surrounded by sad and resentful songs, when ZhuiZhuan's scream turns into the final despair, I still yearn for it resolutely. I want to continue to dream a butterfly with my heart. I want to decorate my flying dream with my dream, and ride through the end of time in the sunshine that penetrates the years. I believe in the ancient legend because she has accumulated a long and quiet power, and there is no lack of surging. I believe in the ancient legend, because it has precipitated the depth of history and cleaned up the dust. Ancient legends give calcium to the spine of worshippers, plant heroes and high spirits, and gain health and prosperity. So I think the ancient legend has two wings, which will travel through time and space, fly over mountains and rivers, and land quietly by your side inadvertently. "Chrysanthemum"-the sudden night moves towards the stamen of chrysanthemum. Who sighs under the distant still stone? Someone is still standing in the wind. Did his eyes fall out? But I didn't give up recognizing the warm fragrance because of the darkness. I feel great in my heart. Whose eyes? I saw chrysanthemum's eyes! Love life-Wang Guozhen I don't think about whether I can succeed or not. Since I have chosen a distant place, I only care about bitterness and difficulty. I don't think about whether I can win love. Since you love roses, tell your heart bravely. I don't think about whether there will be cold wind and rain behind me. Since the goal is to leave only the back of the world, I will not think about whether the future is flat or muddy. As long as you love life, everything is expected. Love is by my side. -[Germany] Goethe When the morning sun dyed the sea red, I thought of you; When the moonlight penetrates the flowing spring, I think of you again. Whenever dust rises on the distant road, I see you; In the middle of the night, when the wanderer was worried about going the wrong way, I also saw you. The waves are rough, and I hear your voice in the depths of the waves; When all is silent, I hear your voice in the quiet forest where I often listen to nature. I am by your side, even though you seem far away from me. You are so close to me! When the sun goes down, the stars will twinkle at me in an instant. Oh, if only you were there! "I want silence"-[Russia] Pushkin I want silence! However, if this string can sing in a low voice when I am sad; If there are young men and women who listen to me silently, they have lamented the long-term pain of my love; If you yourself, while being deeply moved, can quietly whisper my sad poems and like the warm words in my heart ... If you love me ... Oh, dear friend, please allow me to make the last song of the harp full of tenderness in the sacred name of infatuation and resentment! ..... So, when the dream of death covers my long sleep, you can say sadly at my tombstone, "I love him, and I inspire him to have the last love and the last song." 1 "Youth" In the season when the warm wind blows, the sky is as clear as washed catkins flying all over the sky and falling on the quietly sprouting land. Young people's lives crawl in the soil and music flows in their hearts. Young people with the same oath will firmly look at the farther starting line. From the moment we set out, we were destined to chase the resolute and confident face of the rising sun. Hold that drop of sweat while waiting for the dawn of victory, and let tears flow on your face only for the arrival of youth at the moment when applause rings. Since we chose the blue sky, we chose to fly, even if one day we will have a pair of bleeding wings. Since I chose to fight, I chose the wind and rain, even if there will be thorns on the road of youth in the future. Now that you have chosen, you have fixed the trajectory of your life. Since we have chosen, we are doomed to struggle and the impermanence of youth. Since we have chosen, we have ushered in a tough youth. Because we choose, we become gorgeous. Look, the beating flame is the full bloom of youth. The jubilant footsteps are the voice of youth chasing dreams. Blood is tireless in young people's bodies. On the body of youth, we are strong and light. Let's sing the praises of youth, sing with joy, chase our dreams and fly away. The cloud of Youth is still hovering in the sky, but the flower of youth has bloomed without hesitation. Some people say that the petals of youth treasured in the life album may be just a pair of eyes that can never be forgotten and an exciting smile. I want to say that the light of youth was brilliant when Ran Ran rose, and the flower of youth experienced it. Wind, frost, rain and snow will shine, and the course of youth can only write a magnificent chapter in constant fighting. Youth is blue, like an endless clear sky, like a charming ocean. Far-reaching and vast, full of fantasy. Youth is green, like a green bamboo, like an open grassland. Full of infinite vitality and vigor. Youth is red, like a burning flame, like the rising sun. Full of energy and hope, willing to selflessly contribute light and warmth. Youth is white, like snow and waves, like clouds and the moon, and Bai Jie is flawless. I like a blank sheet of paper, I like writing words, and I like drawing the latest and most beautiful pictures. Youth is colorless. As the wind changes endlessly, as the fog is gorgeous and charming. Indulge it and regret it for life; Ride it and ride the wind and waves. Youth is colorful. With it, your life will be colorful. Youth is a beautiful poem and a beautiful song. Let's grasp it sincerely and let the flowers of youth bloom in four seasons.