Poetry recitation in spring 1 the bud of a poem
The bud of a poem
After I finished writing this poem last night.
In my happy dream
When I open my eyes.
The grass below is soft.
White clouds are soft.
Close your eyes, I can smell it.
The scent of some flowers is approaching.
Sunshine is written in this poem.
The sunshine at eight o'clock
Come in through the window
With a cordial warmth.
A flock of soaring eagles
Spread my vision to the world.
There is water in this poem.
Water that is gone forever.
I am also forgetful when the bank echoes.
A row of women dressed in customs clothes condensed their youth with songs.
I am the clothes in that hand.
Squeeze the juice of happiness
The poem also mentions the wind.
They come from far away and go to the future.
Some dreams are green and reflected on the shore.
Intentionally or unintentionally, waiting for a few fish to come and bite.
So the arrival of spring.
Let a poem begin to sprout.
The germination of a poem opens a spring.
Lying in the field during the day.
My body grows butterfly wings.
Prepare for a drunken flight
Poetry Reading in Spring 2 The First Rain
The first rain in spring
Quietly falling into the depths of midnight dreams
Shy mystery
It was a girl whose veil fell in the dark.
The drum skin of the earth
A mallet knocked on the water on the roof.
The first time I woke up was in the Peach Blossom Forest in March.
Two whispers called two swallows returning to the south.
Didn't open his eyes.
The branches and leaves of the tree are on the lips
Intimate secrets.
Their heads are getting longer and longer.
Read the new gospels
Don't close your ears and listen.
A wisp of wind rises in the breathing room.
The grass dances purely towards the sun.
Pour out the sweetness of a new life
When the girl put away the sound of combing her hair
The calm farewell of the first rain was so affectionate.
When the sun hangs a rainbow on the mountain again
Those dreams about spring didn't wake up
How beautiful
Get dressed for a new day.
Let's start a new trip as soon as possible.
The new travel will usher in a new season.
Go out to the horizon of Qianshan Mountain.
You can catch a green spring field.
Poetry recitation in spring iii. The sun shines obliquely.
At eight o'clock, the sun shone from the side.
It's a spring morning
I stood in front of Hongyun Hotel.
Enjoy the occasional bird walk.
The air is fresh and uncovered.
If sunshine is just a carefree child.
So the past few years
How can I bury my childlike innocence?
A man walked into the square.
He is very proud.
Take, for example, the dream of rising to the top.
Sunshine is so close to warmth.
Two women walked over.
They are very happy.
A brisk and high-profile pace
In the voice of an oriole
Pour out a spring of cosmetics.
The new fashion of the season.
Three children are gone.
They are very happy.
Use the language of sound and action.
Arrange the whole weekend
There is still 10 minute break.
Countless cars come and go.
They are surging
The wind kisses all over the body.
It also sends out seductive and deadly charming songs.
After watching everything, 8: 00 15.
The sun is still slanting.
I squinted at it.
It squinted at me, too.
And the shadow secretly pulled the dragon.
Put your head into the threshold of spring prematurely.
Poetry recitation in April in spring in northern Guizhou
Take off the clothes of pedestrians during the day.
I can't see the clouds made of rain coming out and swinging.
Sneak into the night with the wind.
I suddenly became alert. I want to know how many flowers were broken.
Light candles to protect red makeup
Vegetation needs rain, so do seeds.
Swallows want rain, poets want rain.
Fish want rain, cattle and sheep want rain.
I dare not light a star at the thought of this.
Dare not let the moon polish the window.
Follow your thoughts alone
Enjoy the Book of Songs and Peach Blossoms later.
After a while, I can see thousands of birds singing green and reflecting red.
After a while, watch the egrets fly to the surface to see the fat of mandarin fish.
At this time, no matter what kind of weather,
It's spring.
Poetry recitation in spring 5 An imaginary love.
You are still standing at the window classically.
Staring at the gloomy winter.
Some fishing lines are slipping gently.
The desolation that creeps into your field of vision.
I came back from a distant place.
In the catkin-like future of February
I laughed away.
Resolutely spread out the sadness in my heart.
At that time, I was arrested for being on you.
Lost a pair of eyes and was knocked down by a stone.
Bow to you like a gift of love
You suddenly laughed.
The ice on the river began to break happily.
I shouted that the cuckoo was in bloom.
It's on the balcony in the distance.
I want to take it off and crown you.
You are a tree with a sharp turn and a slight inclination.
Dingding Dongdong
How urgent is the dance of high heels?
East Ding Dong Ding
How beautiful it is to wait.
Just waiting for you to run downstairs
I gently untied your fat cotton skirt.
Run to the distant spring side by side with you.
I will tell you with my hands:
This is the first breeze of soft and warm spring.
In this land, spring poetry reading.
A forest is thriving again.
They stood where they were.
Show pride to the world
A meadow is going to turn green again.
They swayed happily in the breeze.
Carry forward the traditional and bold gentleness to human beings.
A group of kind people began to cultivate again.
They plow in March and sow in April.
Prove to another generation that sweat and harvest are equal.
Who says silence is a quiet death?
When the seeds are sown
After waiting for a storm
Break through the ground overnight
Who says that labor is stupid and clumsy?
When it is golden, the smell of rice comes to the nose.
It has trained another generation to explore.
I saw the place where I walked.
Another group of children wearing red scarves.
Repeatedly chasing and singing
I'll put up with it
The massiness of life endowed by the land.
Where predecessors walked or fell.
Stand up or run like a tree.
Land, this dear land
I am the son of a farmer.
I love you like the mountains and rivers in my hometown.
Forever young
I love you as much as I love my hometown.
Fatal intimacy
Spring Poetry Recitation 7 Walking on a New Day
The sky is transparent.
Eyes are transparent.
Some colors fade in sleep.
Life is transparent.
The road is clean.
The feet are clean.
Some dust on the threshold has been trampled off.
The past is behind us and tomorrow is in front of us.
It is clean.
The plants are very fresh.
It smells fresh.
The dew washed away some dust.
Blood and limbs are also fresh.
The stream is cheerful.
A cheerful throat.
Some pain flows away with the fallen flowers.
The humming song is cheerful.
The traffic is heavy.
The heart beats faster.
Some trails were opened in the19th century.
Life is like being on the highway.
Forever, ever, ever.
Spring 8 poetry reading blows spring in your direction.
Spring is over.
Can't hold your finger, caught off guard.
Those hearts that have no time to exchange.
Miss the feeling of bosom friend in the poem
Listen and sing in the wind.
Those who recite spring have lost their lips.
People who hold their breath embrace spring with open arms.
Like a kite spreading its wings and flying.
The poet said: Spring breeze is a coup.
The vast motherland buried a person's dream.
Rivers have the waist of fish and the lightness of birds.
This river hides the wandering life experience.
Look up, the moon rises freely.
The stars sink, sleepwalk here, and the wanderer sends a boat.
A river changes a dynasty.
All the troubles have disappeared here.
Spring is over.
Homesickness is everywhere in the world in the spring of sleepwalkers.
Weeds, wearing ridiculous clothes
I recite, I sing.
Those bloody poems, those guilty hearts
Wake up in another river
Poetry reading in spring 9 walking on a new day.
The sky is transparent.
Eyes are transparent.
Some colors fade in sleep.
Life is transparent.
The road is clean.
The feet are clean.
Some dust on the threshold has been trampled off.
The past is behind us and tomorrow is in front of us.
It is clean.
The plants are very fresh.
It smells fresh.
The dew washed away some dust.
Blood and limbs are also fresh.
The stream is cheerful.
A cheerful throat.
Some pain flows away with the fallen flowers.
The humming song is cheerful.
The traffic is heavy.
The heart beats faster.
Some trails were opened in the19th century.
Life is like being on the highway.
Forever, ever, ever.
Poetry Reading in Spring 10 This spring
My heart is at sixes and sevens this spring.
Think for a moment about some tombstones.
Think of my childhood for a while.
My heart is in a mess this spring.
Poetry in spring is written in spring.
My poems are the leaves of grass and crowns in spring.
This spring,
What else can I do?
Who else can you embrace the beautiful spring with?
Poetry Reading in Spring 1 1 Spring of Poetry
Author: Liu
The spring of poetry,
Has quietly arrived;
The chapter of hope is flourishing.
The spring of poetry,
Has quietly sprouted;
Happy flowers are everywhere.
The spring of poetry,
Affectionate spring;
I am proud of my life.
The spring of poetry,
Spring with love;
The poems of love are endless.
The spring of poetry,
Colorful spring;
The picture of that poem is rich and colorful.
The spring of poetry,
Climbing spring
The inspiration for that poem sprouted.
The spring of poetry,
Intelligent spring;
Like a majestic waterfall.
The spring of poetry,
Gorgeous spring;
Shining with gorgeous vitality.
The spring of poetry,
Lush spring;
Like that lush tree in the sky.
The spring of poetry,
Spring is like spring;
Like a clear mountain spring.
The spring of poetry,
Beautiful spring;
Like a lotus in bud.
The spring of poetry,
Spring is like a cloud;
Like the colorful clouds in the sky that day.
The spring of poetry,
Spring is like the sea;
I like the fantastic and changeable sea.
The spring of poetry,
Sunny spring;
There is that brilliant poem in the sun!
Spring poetry reading 12 outing
weekend
Meet a kite
Go to the top of the suburb.
Let your son fly.
Joy in winter
One flew in from a distance.
Floating leaves
Saw-saw
Come and go with your son
The wife is lying down.
Kiss intimately
Achnatherum splendens with wet body.
The whole afternoon.
I am restless.
Really want to
Take your son away
Homework in the bag
Help him sweep it off.
Poetry recitation in spring 13 spring ballads
Spring floats among the branches.
Spring shines among the flowers.
Spring sings in the wings of swallows.
Spring dances in the whistle of pigeons.
Spring gives the western hills a green wave.
Spring gives Changhe a bunch of laughter.
Spring brings vitality to the fields.
The ancient city in spring is charming.
Spring thunder beats drums.
Running and crying in the spring breeze.
Spring rain spreads songs.
Spring tides are like rough waves.
A vibrant spring has dyed every cell of people green.
A bird of hope is in the hearts of Beijingers.
Are quietly nesting.
Reading Poetry in Spring 14 I have an appointment with Spring.
Gentle spring,
Came into my life.
Cold ice,
This seems to be a thing of the past.
Willow is wearing a brand-new green dress.
Because she has an appointment with Spring.
The wind blows in the direction of love,
The willow is twisted,
Soft waist,
What charming lines.
Free shake
Dance to your heart's content;
Pomegranate flowers put on pomegranate skirts,
Because she has an appointment with Spring.
The wind blows in the direction of love,
Pomegranate blushes,
Laugh in the dark
The swallow put on a tuxedo.
Yao Yao is here.
Because she has an appointment with Spring.
Yan Wu,
Yan Wu,
Singing and dancing;
I came in a hurry,
Because I have an appointment with Spring.
Reading Poetry in Spring 15 Footprints in Spring
Look, here comes the little squirrel!
Jump and jump happily.
Look, the swallows are flying back!
The song of spring cries;
The clothes on people's bodies,
Getting thinner and thinner;
The fluff on small animals,
Less and less.
Listen, the rustling spring rain,
Moistening the grass by the river;
Listen, gentle spring breeze,
Wake up all the little animals!
Walking into the field,
There are golden rape flowers everywhere;
Into the city,
There are green camphor trees everywhere.
Smell, the little flowers on the roadside,
All exude fragrance;
Smell, warm air,
Contains the fragrance of the sun ...
Look, the river has thawed!
Flowing happily;
Look, it's getting warmer and warmer.
We dance happily!
Spring Poetry Reading in 65438+Spring Assembly in 2006
Just after winter,
Some are unexpectedly eager to believe in each other's flowers,
Trying to catch up with the spring rally,
For fear of being late,
Grass willow was also reported in advance.
The annual spring rally,
Who wants to miss it?
Swallows whisper,
It's Miss Chun's messenger,
Vilen put on a new green dress.
The earth is bathed in spring,
Everything is full of vitality.
The branches of the winter jasmine are covered with yellow buds.
Shake your head gently with the breeze.
Morning glory Hua Teng is crawling around the rope.
The little green leaves at the top of the vine didn't open at all.
It's like a hand trying to catch something.
Miss Chun came to the river.
Put a furry green blanket on the river bank,
Wildflowers are dotted,
Yellow, pink, white, red and purple.
Open in the green grass.
A flock of birds are chirping,
They're nesting,
The cry seems to say:
Spring is coming! Spring is coming!
Poetry Reading in Spring 17 Spring
Spring is a colorful book-
Yellow winter jasmine,
Red peach blossoms,
Green willow leaves,
Pak Lei ...
Spring is an interesting book-
Small pond smiled,
Dimples are round and big;
The children laughed,
Open your mouth. ...
Spring is a singing book-
Spring thunder rumbles,
The spring rain is ticking,
Swallows chirp,
Frogs croak ...
Reading poetry in spring 18 I am a drizzle in spring.
I am a drizzle in spring,
I first tell people that spring is coming,
I woke up everything with the sound of Didi.
Everything will grow rapidly under my guidance.
I don't stay in the sky for a moment.
I am a drizzle in spring,
It is the earth that gives me life,
I also want to give it back to the earth.
But I have no regrets.
I can dress the earth green,
But I died without regret.
My sacrifice can make the earth colorful,
This is my greatest wish.
I am a drizzle in spring,
Every drop of my sweat,
Is the spirit of the earth,
It is the dew of all things.
I am a drizzle in spring,
Although I come and go in a hurry and my life is short,
But I am happier, because I can bring happiness to others.
Poetry Reading in Spring 19 Spring Gift
Just pick a wisp of fragrance
Borrow a gust of wind and send it to your dream.
If you turn over in your dream,
That must be me.
Come to your side
When you wake up, you will
Be surprised to find that
Next to your pillow, there really is.
A little flower
A little flower
It must have been last night, in the middle of this month.
The one you picked by the window.
A book of poems, a room full of quiet time.
You, put your clothes on your mind.
Fall asleep gradually
Mengwai
A small flower, breathing evenly.
I'm telling you the story of my dream.
The story in the dream
Step on the yellow sand in the desert and go to carve the heroes.
According to legend, watch it once.
We must carry bows and arrows and swords in the heavy snow.
Or smoked with the evening breeze of the southern Tang Dynasty.
Go to Li Yu's flower language and recite it.
seasonal view
Such romance is far and near.
As soon as you lower your head, you will see.
You will understand.
You will understand.
A poem comes to you from a distance.
With the fragrance of flowers
Continuation of dreams
The spring gift was originally for
Such a cycle
Can be delivered to you sweetly.
You will see that all the arrangements
Everything is in the sun.
It's providence.
Poetry recitation in spring 20 Waiting for spring
Author: Li Aiyi
Dry willow branches
Atrophic vitality
Leaving only a layer of dead skin
deal with
Winter torture
Even if the sun is flying.
Never understand temptation
Although plum blossoms are very fragrant.
Never compare with others.
I
There is my season.
voicelessly
wait for
I don't know if I remember spring.
Still looking forward to spring?
Spring in memory
Two seasons have passed.
Look forward to the arrival of spring.
Already hovering by the door
In memory
wait for
wait for
The moment the spring thunder sounded.
wait for
The spring rain soaked the branches.
It will be full of green.
flow
Let all the vitality
Show desire
Years carved tree trunks.
Miss standing in the cold wind
Watching the days go forward quickly.
Wait in longing
Whitney Houston
Poetry Reading in Spring 2 1 Medal of Spring
Author: Du Yan
Sky, a dawn.
Through the clouds, a medal
Shine in next spring.
Everything in the world is intoxicated.
In my mother's arms, this winter
Snowflakes are still flying freely in the sky.
One more, the dark red of spring.
Winter gibberish
In spring, a medal was carved.
The dove of peace was also sent to the earth.
A letter of spring peace
Seeds of spring
In the mother's warm arms
Take root, sprout
In the snow and ice cover
Wait quietly, waiting for the spring flowers to bloom.
Spring is slowly coming to us.
A hibernating silver snake, a foolish intoxication.
Curled up in my mother's beloved heart
Snowflakes decorated the palace of their dreams.
Dying winter
It will be carved for next spring.
A continuing medal.
My heart is with winter,
Buried in this cold soil
Winter goes and spring comes.
Best wishes for the new year
Poetry recitation in spring 22 standing in the alley of spring
Author: Mu Yuting Xuan
Standing at the crossroads of the cold wind
Whitney Houston
The snow continued to float, dyed and covered.
The crossroads of spring
Keep walking and climb the mountain at twelve o'clock.
In the cycle of time
Measure the length of the four seasons, winter goes and spring comes.
There is only a piece of snow in the crack.
It rains in winter and melts in spring.
Maybe I'm at the window in winter.
Looking at the spring sunshine.
Feel the warmth of winter and the cold of spring.
Which direction does the wind blow?
I will go there.
Nothing. I've been walking in the alley in spring.
Make a sacrifice to
Use a fallen leaf as stationery.
Send it to you, memories of three years ago.
Then, you are by the fire in winter.
Read, burn
I use a drop of water in winter.
Send the state of my heart.
It freezes into ice when it touches the eaves.
In another warm season, melting
Go ahead. Before it continues.
Dig a grave in your heart
Bury the ashes of leaves
In the season of memory, burn incense on the pillars.
Poetry recitation in spring 23 Waiting for spring
Author: You Dui Xiao He
In the snow.
Put your hands in your pockets.
Low drop
Hurriedly on the road
That must be.
Not a photographer
A person who enjoys the scenery
In this world.
How many people are trying to
survive
Fight against life in the cold wind
Chasing the sun
Who is better than them?
Need more
sunlight
White earth
watch/wait for a chance/an opportunity
Na ying zhi chun
Spring-like warmth
Poetry in Spring Reciting 24 Streets in Spring
Author: There is no increase or decrease in my heart
Always wanted to see you.
Graceful and restrained together in the wind and rain
Graceful and restrained in the street full of rhyme
The hibernating spring breeze gradually woke up.
Set foot on poetic steps and melodies
Let years and youth dream.
How many brushes?
Everything seems to be in a hurry.
Let's use warm eyes
Light up all the road lights ahead.
As long as we are pregnant with spring.
No matter how lonely it is on a cold night, it will not be cold.
Jietou spring
No need to make public.
You don't need the grandstanding of parrots.
Just take a cup of green tea in your hand.
Let the gathering emotions get stronger and stronger.
Chuntiande street
No traffic noise is needed.
You don't need to spend a lot of time.
Just leave in peace with each other.
Rhythm yourself into the scenery you should have.
Poetry Reading in Spring 25 Gifts in Spring
Author: Sleep at night
Just pick a wisp of fragrance
Borrow a gust of wind and send it to your dream.
If you turn over in your dream,
That must be me.
Come to your side
When you wake up, you will
Be surprised to find that
Next to your pillow, there really is.
A little flower