In language arts, there is a kind of recitation, so do you know which more passionate recitation manuscripts? Below I have compiled passionate prose suitable for recitation for your reading reference.
Passionate prose suitable for recitation 1
"Prophecy"
Author: He Qifang
This heart-beating day has finally arrived.
Your approaching footsteps are like a night sigh
I can clearly hear that they are not the whispers of forest leaves and night wind,
The elk galloping across the moss path The sound of hoofbeats.
Tell me, tell me with the singing of your silver bells
Are you the young god in the prophecy?
You must come from the gentle south,
Tell me the moonlight there, the sunlight there,
Tell me how the spring breeze blows the flowers,
How the swallows are infatuated with the green poplars.
I will close my eyes and sleep in your dreamlike singing.
I seem to remember that warmth, but I seem to have forgotten it.
Please stop, stop your long journey,
Come in, here is a tiger skin mattress for you to sit on,
Let me burn every autumn The fallen leaves I picked up,
Listen to me singing my own song in a low voice.
The song is as melancholy and high as the firelight,
The firelight tells the life of the fallen leaves.
Don’t go forward, there is an endless forest ahead,
The ancient trees are marked with markings on the bodies of wild beasts,
Half-lived and half-dead vines are intertwined like pythons.
There is not a single star left in the dense leaves.
You will timidly dare not let go of the second step,
When you hear the empty echo of the first step.
Must go, wait for me to walk with you,
My feet know every safe path,
I can keep singing and forgetting Tired song,
Give it to you again, give you the tenderness of your hands again.
The thick darkness of the night blocked us,
You can look into my eyes in a blink of an eye.
You didn’t listen to my excited singing,
Your feet didn’t pause for my trembling,
Like a quiet breeze drifting through the dusk. ,
Disappeared, disappeared the sound of your proud footsteps
Oh, you finally came speechless as the prophecy said
Did you leave speechless, young man? The god? An impassioned prose chapter 2 suitable for recitation
"Farewell Cambridge"
Author: Xu Zhimo
Gently I left,
Just as I came gently;
I waved gently,
Saying goodbye to the clouds in the western sky.
The golden willow by the river
is the bride in the sunset
The beautiful shadow in the ripples of light,
ripples in my heart.
The green banana plant on the soft mud,
Swaying oilily at the bottom of the water;
In the soft waves of the Cam River,
I am willing to be a waterweed
The pool under the shade of the tree,
It is not a clear spring, but a rainbow in the sky
Crushed among the floating algae,
Precipitating a rainbow-like dream.
Looking for a dream? Take a long pole,
Walk upstream to where the grass is greener,
Load a boat full of stars,
Singing in the bright starlight
But I can’t sing,
Quietness is the shengxiao of parting;
The summer insects are also silent for me,
Silence is Cambridge tonight!
Quietly I left,
Just as quietly I came;
I waved my sleeves ,
Do not take away a single cloud. Passionate Prose Chapter 3 suitable for recitation
"Night in the South"
Author: Feng Zhi
We sat quietly by the lake,
< p> Listen to Yanzi tell us about the quiet night in the south.They have brought the quiet night of the south,
The reeds of the night evaporate with strong enthusiasm─
I have already felt the intoxication of the southern night,
Please take a whiff of the strong smell in the reeds.
You said that Ursa Major always looks like a white bear in the cold zone.
Looking at it makes your whole body feel cold.
At this time, the swallows gently skimmed the water,
disrupting the star shadows all over the lake─
Please take a look at the stars in the lake. Starry sky,
The starry night in the south is like this.
You said that you are suspicious of the ginkgo pine over there.
It always seems as if the snow on the trees has not melted yet.
At this time, the swallow flew onto a palm tree,
Singing a warm song──
Please listen to the swallow’s singing,
This is the scene in the southern forest.
We always feel that we are not like people from the tropics.
There is always a calmness in our chests like autumn and winter.
The swallow said that there is a rare flower in the south.
It only blooms once after twenty years of loneliness─
At this time, I suddenly felt a feeling in my chest. A flower is hidden,
It will bloom like a fire in this quiet night! >>>More exciting on the next page? Passionate prose suitable for recitation