High school inspirational poetry recitation: dream reality we have two worlds.
One is a dream
The other is reality.
The wings of dreams are always light
There is endless happiness and satisfaction.
We can ride light wings.
Let the sky roam and sing.
The pace of reality is always cruel.
There is endless pain and trouble.
We can only slow down the heavy steps.
Let the earth trample and let yourself whisper.
People wander between dreams and reality.
I don't know if dreams create reality.
Or is reality destroying dreams? I took a step that winter.
Although I don't know where it will be stiff
But I still took the first step.
Have no other desires
Just want to find a little warmth
Melt the cold heart
I am looking for footprints this winter.
Although there are a series of deep footprints behind him.
But I don't know which one is mine.
Have no purpose
I just want to know where I'm going.
Go on in my footsteps
Tomorrow should be brilliant.
I'm sure.
I struggled with the wind and rain yesterday and today.
It should be a rainbow after the storm.
Tomorrow should be brilliant.
I believe
I was on the road yesterday and today.
It is most beautiful to catch the sunrise.
Tomorrow should be my appearance.
I promise/I promise
I was ready yesterday and today.
Prepare for every moment of my life.
High school inspirational poetry reading draft: ideal is a stone, knocking out a spark;
Ideal is fire, lighting the extinguished lamp.
Ideal is a lamp that illuminates the road at night;
Ideal is the road that leads you to the dawn.
In the age of hunger and cold, the ideal is food and clothing;
In the era of food and clothing, ideal is civilization.
In chaotic times, the ideal is stability;
In a stable era, the ideal is prosperity.
Ideals are like pearls, one after another,
Throughout the ages, the future is endless.
Beautiful pearl chain, the backbone of history,
The past shines today, the present shines now, and the ancestors shine on their children.
Ideal is a compass to guide ships;
Ideal is a ship, carrying you to sea for a long voyage.
But the ideal is sometimes the arc of kissing between the sea and the sky.
It's beyond your tolerance and tortures your enterprising heart.
Ideal makes you smile and observe life;
Ideal makes you stubbornly resist fate.
Ideal makes you forget the early gray hair on your temples;
Ideal makes your head white and naive.
Ideal is an alarm clock to break your golden dream;
Ideal is soap to wash away your selfishness.
Ideal is not only an acquisition,
Ideal is a kind of sacrifice.
If ideals bring you honor,
That's just a by-product of it,
But more is misunderstood loneliness,
Laughter in loneliness, bitterness in laughter.
Ideal makes honest people often suffer misfortune;
Ideals keep the unfortunate people alive.
Ordinary people are great because they have ideals;
What is an ideal person? Capitalized people? .
There are always people in the world who have abandoned their ideals.
Ideals never abandon anyone.
Give new life to sinners, and ideal is the immortal grass that revives the soul;
Call the prodigal son back, the ideal is a loving mother.
The ideal has been defiled, so there is no need to resent it.
That's the devil testing your loyalty;
Ideal has been pickpocketed, don't cry,
Go get it back, and be careful in the future!
The hero lost his ideal and became a mediocre man.
Exaggerated the achievements of the year;
Mediocre people have lost their ideals and lived all their lives.
Ridiculously cursing the immediate environment.
Ideal flowering, peaches and plums should bear sweet fruit;
The ideal bud, elm poplar will have thick shade.
Please get on the ideal horse and start here with a whip.
Spring is just on the road and the sky is sunny.
Senior three inspirational poetry reading manuscript: ode to youth in the season of warm wind, the sky is as clear as washing.
Catkin flying all over the sky, falling in the quietly budding earth.
Young life squirms in the soil.
Burst music is flowing in my heart.
Young man, we have an unchanging oath.
Young people, we will firmly look further.
At the starting line,
From the moment we set out, we were destined to chase the rising sun.
A determined and confident face, waiting for the dawn of victory.
Hold that drop of sweat tightly and let tears flow on your face.
Just for the moment when the applause rang.
Youth has no regrets, since I chose the blue sky, I chose to fly.
Even if one day there will be a pair of wings that bleed blood.
Since we have chosen struggle, we have chosen wind and rain.
Even if there are thorns on the road in the future
Since we have chosen the path of life, youth has decided it.
Youth is doomed to struggle and impermanence after our choice.
Youth, since it has been chosen, has ushered in hardships.
Youth, after our choice, becomes gorgeous and brilliant.
Look, the beating flame is the full bloom of youth.
Listen, jubilant footsteps are the voice of youth chasing dreams.
Blood is tireless in young people's bodies.
Passion is strong and light on the limbs of young people.
Let's sing the hymn of youth.
Cheer all the way, sing all the way, chase your dreams and fly away.