Beautiful prose poem recitation 0 1
Sorrow in the moonlight (poem)
Author: He Qing ☆ Poetry
dance
The hazy moonlight continued.
A dark blue sky that has just been washed.
At first I thought there was only one
Blue butterflies are dancing in the moonlight.
But when the dream becomes clear.
All the beautiful colors are gradually superimposed.
Another one is dancing with the blue butterfly.
Green butterfly
The man with his wings up stood there.
Yellow butterflies on the petals of blooming gardenia.
I know this is the most beautiful place in Fantasy City.
Quiet time
There is no loneliness after prosperity here.
There is no coldness after enthusiasm here.
Aestheticism is moving forward with goodwill here.
As long as the promise is a lifelong watch.
Turn into a butterfly, dance with the moonlight and light up tears.
With the dream, the wind dried up and condensed
This autumn, the flowers are overflowing.
Holding a persistent, guarding a yearning.
night
In this silent night, it is always
Full of sadness
The wind blew away clouds, stars and the moon.
Only the thick darkness is left, which is infinitely long.
The bright lights on the stage
That beautiful face
Beautiful lips like orchids, dreamy pictures.
Missing diarrhea
Violets are full of love at night.
Music is as quiet as mountain water.
Flowing in my heart
The bright window behind him opened the eyes of the night.
The wings of a dream
The night spins in the blue light.
Dress up for you in front of the mirror
Raise your eyebrows and calm your lips.
Dance costumes are the wings of dreams.
Do you know there are beautiful women on the water side?
The soothing music sounded.
The curtain on the stage turned on soft lights.
A rotating posture that fills the heart with fantasy.
Tend to be quiet and beautiful, and make dreams come true.
Get where you want to go.
For love, for love, for injury.
I just want to be charming tonight.
A faint fragrance floated to the bottom of the sleeve.
Bai Yueguang rises from the sea.
Be your bride for life in the dream kingdom.
Sadness entangles dreams in the dance steps.
Fly in my mind
The flowers in July find their way home in the autumn wind.
vicissitudes of life
Little by little, woven into a dream spider web.
Ancient trees and shadows
Moonlight, snowflakes and reflections
The white hair under the mother's eyes is integrated.
My soul
It's the abbreviation of my shadow.
Standing in my hometown in the moonlight
Mother's shadow is under that old tree.
Happen to be together
The ice crystals on the dead branches are flashing.
tears from the stars
Standing in this white world
Mother's shadow and
Shadows in the moonlight
Extend straight ahead
Extend into the shape of red beans
Lost love in the world of mortals
Missed love
Bright moonlight
Washing summer night
Flowers and the moon are telling the language of love.
In the long river of memory
You stand in the landscape.
Bright eyes, smiles and bright lights.
The white of moonlight and the white of snowflakes.
Let the autumn red maple burn completely.
Infinitely stretched veins make bones ring.
On the wings of that butterfly.
Still with the sweetness of love yesterday.
Tonight, you turned red beans into forests.
Holding the bleak autumn in your hand
Beautiful prose poetry recitation 02
recall
Please come to me when I am old,
Blood gas drops, nerve tingling;
When my heart is heavy,
When all the functions of life are numb.
Please come to me as my senses.
Suffering from overwhelming confidence;
Time is like a madman scattering dust,
Life is like the flame of revenge.
Please come to me as my faith.
It has dried up and people are like flying insects in early spring.
After laying eggs, they will bite and hum.
Weave a cocoon and wait for death.
Please come to me when I die,
To mark the end of the struggle for life,
On the dark edge of lower life,
Point out the dawn of an eternal day.
Beautiful prose poetry recitation 03
Catch up with winter
Author: Haruko Wisteria
I met you in spring.
Walking in your March
I secretly broke a peach blossom.
Taste it.
Raindrops in the sky
Wet my newly broken bud.
You will lift the maple leaf for me.
It turns out that warmth is not just a leaf.
But a forest.
Sister, you accompany me and I will follow you.
I am not afraid of rainy days in summer.
You said yes, that's the taste of love.
You gave me a pot of rose soil.
I will plant all the feelings that have sunk into the years.
In autumn, your red burns in October.
The sun was baked into clouds.
I listened to your laughter, accompanied by the bright moon in the dark.
You catch up with winter step by step.
The first snowflake in Mengshan Mountain
Must fall into your magnetic field
The temperature of ice and fire can still the expression of a mountain.
Maple leaves rush to the world of mortals
You wear winter snow for winter.
The mountain will not be cold, and neither will you.
In this way, the barren hills grow old.
I wrote about my sister's happiness.