dance
Handsome in midair,
I have to know my direction clearly-
Fly, fly, fly-
This land has my direction.
Don't go to that cold valley,
Don't go to the desolate foothills,
Don't be disappointed in the deserted streets-
Fly, fly, fly,-
Look, I have my direction!
Dancing in the air,
Identify quiet homes,
Waiting for her to visit in the garden—
Fly, fly, fly,-
Ah, she smells like cinnabar plum!
I was naked at that time,
Yingying touched her skirt,
Close to her tender heart-
Dissolve, dissolve, dissolve-
Into her gentle heart!
The most suitable poem for reciting 2 If I love you-
Unlike climbing Campbell,
Show off yourself with your tall branches;
If I love you-
Never imitate spoony birds,
Repeating monotonous songs for the shade of trees
It is not just like a fountain,
Send cool comfort all year round;
It is not only a dangerous mountain peak,
Increase height and set off dignity.
Even during the day.
Even spring rain.
No, these are not enough!
I must be a kapok beside you,
Standing with you as the image of a tree.
Roots, close to the ground,
Leaves, touching in the clouds.
Every time a gust of wind blows, we greet each other.
But no one
Understand what we said.
You have your copper branches and iron stems.
Like a knife, like a sword,
Like a halberd;
I have my red flowers,
Like a heavy sigh,
Like a heroic torch.
We share cold waves, storms and lightning;
We like mist, flowing mist and rainbow.
As if we were separated forever,
But they are lifelong dependent.
This is great love,
Loyalty is here:
Love-
Not only love your strong body,
I also love your stand, the land under your feet.
The most suitable poem for reading 3 by Raymond 1
who is it? In a cloudy sky
Tear a long hole
From the distant air, I left you behind.
who is it? Dress you up
So beautiful
Maybe I didn't have time to enjoy it.
You threw yourself into your mother's arms.
who is it? Put on your posture.
Forged so perfectly
A crystal clear.
One by one, seamless.
I really don't know
That white snowflake
It's produced there
Automatic and precise hand
Ask the wind, ask the clouds, ask the sky.
They were silent.
Except for her, there is only vast land.
Broad arms
Greet you
You sail in the wind.
Fly slowly and carefree.
Even smaller than the tip of a needle.
Also selfless embellishment.
So the child smiled.
Adults laughed, and so did all the rivers and mountains.
But I always thought you were here.
it's a little late
The most suitable poems for reciting 4 Girls can recite some poems, which can not only increase their knowledge, but also cultivate their sentiment. The following are the most suitable poems for girls to recite. Welcome to reading.
Waiting for you in the rain, Yu Guangzhong
Waiting for you in the rain, in the rainbow rain.
The cicada falls and the frog rises.
A pool of red lotus is like a red flame in the rain.
It doesn't matter whether you come or not, but do you think
Every lotus is like you.
Especially through the dusk, through the drizzle.
Eternity, instant, instant, eternity
Waiting for you outside time and within time,
Waiting for you, in an instant, in eternity.
If your hand is in my hand, at this moment.
If your qingfen
In my nostrils, I would say, little lover.
No, this hand should be picking lotus, in the Wu Palace.
This hand should be
Shake a handle of cinnamon pulp on Mulan boat.
A star hangs on the cornice of the science museum.
Hanging like an eardrop
Swiss watch says it's seven o'clock, and suddenly you come.
Red-violet after the rain, Pian Pian, there you are.
Like a poem.
You come from a love story.
From Jiang Baishi, rhymes, there you are.
Lin smiled.
Her eyes, her lips,
There is a circular vortex on the lips.
As beautiful as dew,
A bright smile.
Hiding in the shining shell teeth.
It was a smile-God's smile, a beautiful smile:
The reflection of water, the light song of the wind.
Laughing at her loose curly hair,
Scattered in her ear.
Soft as a flower shadow,
Itchy sweetness
Into your heart.
It was a smile-a poetic smile, a picturesque smile:
Traces of clouds, soft waves of waves.
"Star" Fei Ming
The stars in the sky,
It is said to be eternal spring flowers.
The shadow of begonia flowers on the east wall,
The star cluster says this is the eternal autumn moon.
Waking up in the morning is a winter night dream.
Last night's midnight star,
Wipe the net bright and beautiful,
Sparse without losing,
The same is true of spring flowers and autumn moons.
Children are not fish.
Feng zhi of snake
My loneliness is a long snake,
Cold with nothing to say-
Girl, in case you dream about it,
Don't be afraid!
He is my faithful companion,
With warm homesickness in my heart:
It's thinking about the dense grassland,
Thick black silk on your head.
It's as light as moonlight,
Sneak past you;
Catch your dream for me,
Like a crimson flower.
Bian Zhilin out of context
You stand on the bridge and watch the scenery.
The landscape man is watching you upstairs.
The bright moon decorated your window,
You decorated other people's dreams.
"Wrong" Zheng Chouyu
I walked through Jiangnan.
The appearance in the season is like the opening and falling of lotus flowers.
If the east wind does not come, catkins will not fly in March.
Your heart is like a little lonely city.
Like a bluestone street facing the night.
The sting doesn't ring, and the curtain doesn't open in March.
Your heart is a small closed window.
My dada horseshoe is a beautiful mistake.
I am not a returnee, I am a passer-by. ...
Wen Yiduo of stagnant water
This is a backwater of despair,
The breeze doesn't move at all.
Why don't you throw more rubbish,
Throw out your leftovers.
Maybe copper will turn green into jade,
A few petals of peach blossoms are embroidered on the tin can;
Let greasy weave a layer of Luo Qi,
Mold steamed some clouds for him.
Let the stagnant water ferment into a ditch of green wine,
Full of pearl foam;
Little beads' laughter turned into big beads,
I was bitten by a flower mosquito who stole wine again.
A desperate backwater ditch,
And a little image.
If frogs can't stand loneliness,
Dead water again. It is singing.
This is a backwater of despair,
This is definitely not the beauty,
Why don't we leave it to ugliness to cultivate,
Look at the world he created.