English poetry reading manuscript for junior high school 1 Elegy written in the yard of a country church
Elegy written in the churchyard
Thomas Grey
Thomas Grey
The curfew sounded the death knell of parting,
The evening bell rings at dusk,
Cleisthenes's herds move slowly on the grassland.
Cattle and sheep chirped on the grass and returned to the cage.
The farmer trudged home wearily,
The farmer walked wearily on his way home.
Leave the world to darkness and me.
Leave the whole world to dusk and me.
Now the flickering scenery in front of us has gradually faded away.
The twilight of the earth is slowly disappearing,
The solemn air hangs over everything,
It is solemn and quiet all around.
Except where beetles hum,
Only beetles fly in the air,
The sleepy jingle calmed the distant folds;
The sleepy bell hypnotized the distant sheepfold.
From the ivy-covered tower over there
On that ivy-covered tower,
The melancholy owl complained to the moon.
A melancholy owl is angry with the moon.
Like wandering around her secret gazebo,
Said someone had approached her secret boudoir,
Harassing her ancient lonely rule.
Disturbed her long and quiet territory.
Under those rugged elms and the shade of yew trees,
Under the majestic elms, under the shade of yew,
Pile up the turf in piles,
Countless wasteland mounds in the green grass.
Everyone is always lying in a small cell,
Everyone sleeps in a secluded little room,
Hamlet's primitive ancestors slept.
The vulgar elders in the small village sleep there.
Breathing the call of the morning breeze with incense,
The fragrant morning breeze is whispering,
Swallows are chirping in the shed made of straw.
Yan language in the hut is whispering.
The cock's sharp horn, or the echo horn,
The horn sounded, the cock crowed,
Never wake them up from their humble beds again
We can't call them out of the grave anymore.
For them, the blazing fire will no longer burn,
The blazing fire no longer burns for them,
Or busy housewives are busy with evening care;
Housewives no longer cook for them.
No children ran to bite their father? The return of,
Children no longer welcome their father,
Or climb on his knee and share that enviable kiss.
I won't kneel on my father's lap and ask for a kiss.
Their sickles often harvest crops,
They used to harvest crops with sickles,
Their stubborn furrow has been broken;
Stubborn clay tablets let them plow out of the furrow;
How happy they are to drive their team to other places!
A tree fell under their knife,
How crooked the Woods are under their powerful blows!
How happy they are to drive the animals into the fields!
Don't let ambition mock their beneficial hard work,
Ambitious people don't laugh at their efforts,
Their ordinary happiness and vague fate;
Their happiness is too ordinary, and their fate is too ordinary.
Nor did he hear a contemptuous smile,
Noble people should not laugh at them,
A concise chronicle of the poor.
Let's listen to the simple "rise and fall of the country" of the poor. .
The ostentation of heraldry, the pomp of power,
No matter what skills and strength you show off,
All the beauty, all the wealth,
Beauty and ugliness, wealth and poverty,
Waiting for the inevitable moment.
Time must be different.
The glorious road only leads to the grave.
Extreme glory also leads to the grave.
The manuscript of English poetry recitation in junior middle school 2. Odes on the Greek urn
Ode to the ancient Greek urn
John Keats
John Keats
You're still the unsolved bride of peace,
You are still a quiet bride,
You are the adopted son of silence and slow time,
Your adopted daughter who has been silent for years,
Sylvain historian, who can express this?
Wow, an idyllic historian, how can you describe it like this?
A gorgeous story sweeter than our rhythm:
A flower-like story is more magnificent than a poem;
What ancient legends are circulating about your shape?
In your body, isn't it lingering?
God or mortal, or both,
Ancient legend, with green leaves as the edge;
Tempe or Arkady Valley?
Talking about man or god, is it Deng Pi or Akadi?
Who are these people or gods? Which girls don't like it?
Wow, who is it? How amazing! Before the dance music
What crazy pursuit? What struggle to escape?
What a passionate pursuit! How can girls escape!
What pipes and timbre? What crazy ecstasy?
What kind of flute and tambourine? How to be fascinated by madness?
The melody you hear is sweet, but those you can't hear.
Music is wonderful, silence is better than sound;
Sweeter. Therefore, Ye softened his pipe and played it;
So, gentle bagpipes, you play heartily;
Not for the senses, but, more lovely,
Silent ditty is not suitable for meat ears,
Blow a soul without tone:
But with someone you love more.
Beautiful young man, under the tree, you can't leave
The young and beautiful songs under that tree never stopped.
Your songs, those trees will never be bare;
The green leaves on that tree will never wither,
Brave lover, you can never, ever kiss,
A bold lover will never kiss her,
Although victory is close to the goal, don't be sad;
Although there is still one step away from the goal? But don't be sad.
She won't fade, although you don't have your happiness,
Although you didn't get the blessing of kissing her, she will never get old.
You will always love her, she is beautiful!
Your love is eternal, and so is her beauty!
Ah, happy, happy branches! Unable to get rid of
Wow, happy tree! Your branches and leaves
Your leaves never bid farewell to spring;
Will not peel off, and will never leave spring;
Happy melody, tireless,
Pianists are also lucky and always energetic.
Always blow a new song forever;
Play music that is always fresh;
Happier love! How happy, happy love!
Wow, happier love, especially happy love!
Always warm, still can enjoy,
Always warm and comforting,
Always panting, always young;
Always passionate, always young;
All who breathe human passion,
This kind of love transcends human love;
Leave a heart of sadness and disgust,
Human love is boring and sad,
Burning forehead, thirsty tongue.
Burn one's forehead and worry one's tongue.
Who are these people who come to participate in the sacrifice?
Who are these sacrificial people?
Mysterious priest, which green altar to go to,
Oh, mysterious priest, go to the sacred altar,
You lead the cow that is whispering in the sky,
The heifer was decorated with colored satin and garlands.
All her silk flanks are garlands?
Shouting at Cleisthenes in heaven, ah,
A small town by the river or the sea,
From a small town near the river and the sea,
Or built on a mountain, with a quiet castle,
Or some quiet village in Baozhai,
This pious mother is gone.
These people are here, on this pious morning?
Small town, your street forever.
Oh, town, your streets are always quiet;
Will be silent; No one can tell.
No one can come back, I tell you.
Why are you desolate, can you? Uh, back.
Why are you so sad and silent?
O attic modeling! Fair attitude! With brede
Ah, elegant shape! Good posture
Marble men and girls are too nervous,
Images of men and women carved in marble,
There are branches and trampled weeds;
There are branches on the picture and grass under your feet.
You, in the form of silence, made us laugh
You laughed at us so that we didn't know what to do, you idiot.
So is eternity. Cold countryside!
Just as eternity laughs at us; You desolate rural scenery!
When this generation gets old,
When aging makes our generation exhausted,
You should stay, among other sorrows.
You are still one of the more miserable people in the next generation,
Than us, friends of mankind, you say.
You tell them that you are a friend of mankind,
"Beauty is truth, and truth is beauty", that's all.
"Beauty is truth, truth is beauty" is included in this world.
What you know on earth, and what you need to know.
Everything we know and need to know.
Junior high school English poetry recitation manuscript 3 Kublai Khan
Kubla Khan
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Kublai Khan in Xanadu
Kublai Khan issued a Zhao book in the capital:
Solemn happy dome decree:
Build a magnificent and luxurious happy palace.
Where the sacred Alf River passes.
There is a sacred river in this place, Aphrodite.
Through caves that humans can't measure
There are many caves in that palace, and it is difficult to know the bottom.
Run to the ocean without sunshine.
The river flows into the depths of the sea.
So twice five miles of fertile land
This palace covers an area of 10 miles in Fiona Fang.
Walls and towers surround:
Around towers and walls:
The winding stream in the garden sparkles.
There are gardens where winding streams and rivers shine.
There are many fragrant trees there;
The flowers in the branches of the garden are in full bloom and fragrant;
There are forests as old as hills,
The trees in the imperial garden are towering and as old as mountains.
Embrace the green sunshine.
There is plenty of grass and sunshine in the Woods.
But oh! That deep romantic gap
There are deep valleys in the garden,
Through the cedar-covered green hills!
Obliquely insert distant purlins along the green hills and pass through the pine forests.
A savage place, sacred and charming.
Wild and sacred, charming,
Because it was haunted under the waning moon.
It's like a woman in the moonlight,
A woman cries for her demon lover.
This woman is crying for her devil lover!
From this abyss, accompanied by endless turmoil
Huge springs gushed from deep valleys,
As if the earth in thick pants were breathing,
It seems that the earth is beating rapidly and violently.
A powerful fountain was forced for a moment:
It's like breathing the vast land.
In his rapid semi-intermittent burst
The waterfall spouted off and on,
Huge fragments arched like rebounding hail,
Running around with gravel such as hail,
Or the wheat under the thresher? Flail:
Or like a rice picker patting a pinch of new rice;
Among these dancing stones, forever.
In these dancing rubble,
It instantly set off a sacred river.
Flowing from the sacred stream.
Five miles winding.
Wuli Road winds into the maze,
Sacred rivers run through trees and valleys,
The deeper you go through the forest, the colder the water will be.
And then reach caves that humans can't measure,
So he came to the unfathomable cave gate,
Sinked into the lifeless ocean in the chaos;
Finally, it roared and ran to the silent sea.
And then what? In this confusion, Kublai Khan heard from a distance
Kublai Khan heard roared:
The voice of ancestors heralds war!
Distant ancestors predicted war!
The shadow of the happy dome
There is a reflection in the happy palace.
Floating in the middle of waves;
Wandering in the middle of water waves;
Where do you hear about mixed measures?
You can hear the harmony between the sound of springs and caves here.
From fountains and caves.
Let people listen to the truth.
This is a miracle of rare devices,
The design of this palace is quite ingenious.
A happy dome full of sunshine, with an ice cave inside!
Sunny and happy palaces, and snow caves and ice rooms!
A girl with a dulcimer
I saw it in a vision.
In an illusion, I saw:
Yi Liyuan who plays the guqin.
That's a Abyssinian maid,
She comes from the east African coast,
She played her dulcimer,
Singing Abala folk songs,
Singing Apollo Mountain.
Waving the ancient five strings.
Can I be resurrected inside?
Her face and songs are gone,
Her symphonies and songs,
If I remember correctly,
Such deep joy will win me,
I will be very happy.
As the music is loud and long,
I want to use high notes and lasting music,
I'll build a dome in the air,
Build castles in the air.
That sunny dome! Those ice caves!
Build Chaoyang official and snow cave ice bank!
Everyone who hears them should see them there,
Anyone who listens to music can see it.
Everyone should shout, look out!
They will all shout: Look out! Watch out!
Look out! His twinkling eyes, his fluttering hair!
He, hair flying, eyes like electricity!
Go around him three times,
Go around him three times,
Close your eyes with sacred fear,
My heart closed its eyes with sacred fear,
Because he lives on nectar,
He drank the nectar of heaven,
Drink the milk from heaven.
Eat the nectar of heaven.