What should we pay attention to in English poetry reading and what theme should we choose? I am a girl, but I am confident in reciting. Can I read that shocking line?

Be confident and confident. Very good ~ ~ pay attention to the pronunciation must be clear and standard so that the audience can understand; Pay attention to the rhythm and pause. It is important to control the sound. You can't break the forgotten words. When you stammer, the momentum is broken.

If possible, a speech like Hillary will be more suitable for confident girls. If you have to read poetry, you can try some magnificent poems like ode to the west wind, such as those who love life. However, personally, I still think that it will be more emotional for girls to read such a delicate poem as Farewell to Cambridge. . . . I hope it helps. ~

Ode to the West Wind

Ode to the West Wind

-percy bysshe shelley (1792- 1822)

Ah, wild west wind, your breath of autumn,

You, from your invisible existence, the leaves die.

Driven, like a ghost running away from a magician,

4 yellow, black, pale, excited red,

People with epidemic plague: Oh, you,

Who rides in their dark winter bed?

7 winged seeds, they lie cold and low,

Every one is like a corpse in a grave until

Your blue sister will bloom in spring.

Her horn sounded on the dreamy land, full of.

1 1 (driving sweet buds to feed in the air like sheep)

12 plains and hills with vivid colors and smells:

13 wild spirit, which art is everywhere;

14 destroyer and protector; Listen, oh, listen!

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15 Whose stream are you on, amid the turmoil in the steep sky,

16 loose clouds like rotten leaves on the earth are falling off.

17 Shake down from the tangled branches of heaven and sea,

18 rain angel and lightning: there is spread

On your surging blue sea,

Like bright hair raised from the head.

2 1 Some fierce priestesses, even from the dim edge.

The height from the horizon of 22 to the zenith,

The lock of the coming storm. You elegy

24-year-old dying year, this closing night

25 will be the dome of a huge tomb,

Hold up with all your gathered strength

27% steam, solid atmosphere

Black rain, fire and hail will break out: Oh, listen!

Roman numeral 3

You wake up from a summer dream.

The blue Mediterranean, where he lay,

3 1 hypnotized by the coil of his crystal stream,

Next to a pumice island in Bahia Bay,

See ancient palaces and towers in my sleep.

Trembling in the stormy day,

All of them are covered with sky-blue moss and flowers.

36 is so sweet that it blurs the feeling of imagining them! you

Whose roads are powered by the water level in the Atlantic Ocean?

38 split into cracks, and the bottom is far away.

Sea flowers and muddy Woods are worn away

There are no sap leaves in the ocean, you know?

Your voice, suddenly pale with fear,

Trembling and despair: Oh, listen!

Intravenously injected

If I am a dead leaf, you can bear it;

If I were a cloud, I could fly with you;

A wave breathes under your strength, share it.

The impulse of your strength is only less freedom.

47 is more than you, oh, uncontrollable! If even

I was in my youth, maybe.

49 your partner roaming in heaven,

So, when did you overtake your speed?

5 1 scarcity seems to be a vision; I will never work hard.

In this way, I pray with you in my desperate need.

Oh, lift me up like a wave, a leaf, a cloud!

I fell on the thorns of life! I am bleeding!

The heavy chain of time has been bent.

A person like you: unruly, agile and proud.

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Let me be your harp, just like the forest;

What if my leaf falls like its own!

The noise of your powerful harmony

From the deep autumn colors,

6 1 Although sad, it is sweet. You are a fierce soul,

My spirit! Be me, impulsive person!

Drive my dead thoughts into the universe

Just like withered leaves, accelerate rebirth!

65, through the spell of this poem,

Scattered, such as a fireplace that never goes out.

Ashes and sparks, my words on earth!

Through my lips, I reach the awakening land.

The horn of prophecy! Oh, the wind,

If winter comes, can spring be far behind?