Prose and poetry suitable for middle-aged people to read aloud

Night in the South (Modern Fengzhi)

We sat quietly by the lake and listened to the swallows telling us about the quiet night in the south.

The quiet night in the south was brought by them, and the reeds at night evaporated with strong enthusiasm-

I have already felt the intoxication of southern nights. Please smell the strong smell in the reeds.

You said that the big bear star is always like a white bear in the cold zone, and it chills all over.

At this time, the swallows skimmed over the water and threw stars on the lake-

Please look at the stars in this lake. The starry sky in the south is such a scene.

You said you suspected the ginkgo tree over there,

It seems that the snow on the tree has never melted. At this time, the swallow flew to a palm tree.

Sing a warm song-please listen to the swallow's song,

This is the scene in the southern forest. We don't always feel like tropical people,

Our chests will always be as calm as autumn and winter. Said the swallow,

There is a rare flower in the south that only blooms once every 20 years-

At this time, I suddenly felt that there was a flower hidden in my chest, which was about to bloom like a fire in this quiet night!

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If dreams are colored,

therefore

I choose to have a purple dream.

Stepping on the broken moonlight

You, in purple.

Walking softly in the rustling place.

A slow voice

Queqiao xianzi

The charm of poetry is at your fingertips.

Travel leisurely

Fall into a purple dream

I heard a sigh.

Independent of cliffs

Watch for the white sadness.

Hold up blurred eyes.

confused

It's like dreaming, going your own way.

The full moon is for you.

The moon is missing for you.

In the lonely splendor

Heartbroken into countless petals

Open a purple flower.

Caressing pain

Grind the crying red beans into poems.

Send purple stationery remotely.

Xiao Sheng has words.

The cuckoo cried sadly.

Who will I miss in the world of mortals?

warm sunshine

Flowers that will bloom in the morning

Send out the fragrance of love

Purple butterflies flying together

Dancing in a life that never gives up

In a purple dream

Listen, who is singing softly?