In our daily study, work or life, we all know some classic poems. In form, poetry is not based on sentences, but on behavior, and its branches are mainly based on rhythm rather than meaning. Still struggling to find good poems? The following is a recitation of modern classic poems compiled by me for your reference, hoping to help friends in need.
The Future Life of Modern Classical Poetry Recitation Draft 1
Rugged and long
A hard life
Hard work will accompany you all your life.
No one can predict physical injury.
No one can estimate the trauma of the soul.
There may be a storm in the clear sky-unexpected things may happen at any time.
The fate of mankind is as uncertain as the weather.
We are in life.
Can only face it every day
With one's own perseverance and will
To overcome the ever-changing
Resolve all kinds of difficulties and crises
Let's face it
Take pleasure in suffering
Take every moment
Have to face it
The dream is in my heart.
Pursuing dreams
Eliminate all aspects of interference.
Lock the target
Stick to your direction
Seek in difficulties and hardships
Break through the darkness before dawn
After the storm, you will see a rainbow.
The road of life is at your feet.
Climbing a mountain is not afraid of heights.
Along the strange steep wall
Overcome this obstacle
Nadaoliang
You will find that you have passed.
I can't beat your foot.
Look ahead, that's your goal.
continue
You crossed another dangerous beach.
The colorful world is in front of you.
The road to the future is at your feet.
Modern classical poetry reading manuscript 2 Mid-Autumn corn
Autumn moon shines on the earth.
It also lit up the late corn in front of the house.
Everyone in the city raised their glasses to enjoy the moon.
Most people in rural areas are harvesting late-maturing corn.
I lament the helplessness of this Mid-Autumn Festival.
Be busy and don't relax.
Chang 'e looked at the jade rabbit in her arms.
Sprinkle a touch of brilliance on the earth.
The beard of corn is particularly conspicuous.
The golden corn sparkled.
Violent flying insects entangled in the body.
Crickets admit the desolation of the night.
Sitting on a corn pile
Taste the fragrance of moon cakes.
What a different taste.
Into a wall of iron and steel.
Modern classical poetry reading manuscript 3 New Year's greetings
Author: country savage
Rich people celebrate the new year,
Go home with big bags and small bags,
Busy busy!
People who have no money celebrate the New Year.
Walking around the street empty-handed,
In front of the store, stare, stare!
The boss went home to drive a BMW for the New Year.
It's raining, great, great!
Migrant workers go home for the New Year.
One ticket is hard to find,
The horse's head at the station is so crowded, so crowded!
Wandering around the world all the year round,
My heart is tied to my family, tears are falling, tears are falling!
The official's grandfather celebrated the Spring Festival.
Busy counting money with a red envelope in his hand,
Shopping in the mall is free, free!
The hostess and the hostess came to the party.
There are delicacies on the table.
Dogs eat bones, which one is happy!
Have the ability to eat well,
Life is like a fairy, a fairy!
Go to Gongzi X Park,
Dogs are wearing colorful clothes and holding hands, holding hands!
Street children live in the streets,
Clothes don't cover your body, keep out the cold, keep out the cold!
The poor celebrate the New Year.
There are bitterness, joy and sweetness,
Vegetables and cabbage are served in the hot pot.
Add another plate, dried radish, dried radish!
A glass of old wine has crossed the intestines.
Simple food, four seasons, four seasons!
Keep fit, stay young forever, stay young forever!
Modern classic poetry reading manuscript 4 wormwood has been hanging in front of the door.
Children wearing sachets run all over the street.
Standing on the shore of the years
Adults slowly pour realgar wine.
Peel zongzi
Stripping has lasted for thousands of years.
Strip away a thousand years of love.
But I want to be a bamboo.
Hold up the aftertaste of a river
Erect an eternal monument
Open the ripples in May.
Tracing back to the source, Qu Yuan
As a waterfowl.
Write your name.
From Miluo, take the title
In the sky in May, the wind is light and the clouds are light.
Chu's past drifted away with the wind.
That's ambitious, and the clothes are fluttering.
A patriotic poet who never leaves his sword.
With an eternal volley
A thousand-year sigh
The sad sound of ren qinse
In the valley, the sound roared.
Passion burns forever, and ideals run forever.
Young us, full of energy and strength,
There can't be a midnight show and popcorn,
But there must be late-night reading and whispering;
Round and round on the playground,
How much sweat falls, how many tears outline,
The runway of passion and youth has no end.
Library and classroom, ideas and concepts are in conflict,
Curiosity and faith are ruthlessly taking root and thriving;
There are him and her in the stands,
Shy smile, watery eyes,
Always smiling at each other, beautiful as a cloud,
Magnolia blooms in early summer,
Pure love, quietly blooming;
Too beautiful and too good youth is a sacred place that you will always worship in your heart.
Open the time album,
Timidity, courage, laughter, tears and nostalgia,
They all store energy and fresh days in their memories.
Mother finally saw it.
I just came home late.
I can't find it anymore
I am in her eyes
The voice calling my birth name is hoarse.
Even in dreams.
I can only see it vaguely.
Mother's lips pursed.
The white hair at the temples is fluttering.
The stream is still there.
The water is still flowing.
Running water that used to play.
Dare not raise one.
I'm afraid it's easy
Clear the gully on your face.
get rid of wrinkles
A deep laugh
I decide
No longer looking for the return of running water
I can't trace the source of running water.
Finally understand.
Those who say goodbye to me and greet me.
Even without words.
Or a mother.
Modern classic poetry recitation 7 the night when the lights are on.
Neon charming
Be in prosperity
The center of this city.
Beat rhythmically with its noisy pulse
Bright and dazzling
Watch the flood of people running back and forth.
Unfamiliar faces change as fast as light and shadow.
No desire, no goal
Stop trudging
Find a quiet corner to put your body and mind.
Sitting in the sunset at dusk
The leaves of green trees on both sides of the street are gently dragged by the wind.
I don't want to part with you.
Endless sadness bumped into my eyes.
Arouse pure feelings in your heart
Things are changing ―― the world is changing all the time.
Years can't stand the ravages of time after all.
Standing in a bustling city
Looking up can only see a corner of the sky.
The sky covered by buildings
Be pressed into two parallel lines.
Thin and long.
The road of standing by
Enjoying the warmth of light happily.
Reach out your finger and draw a circle.
Frame simple happiness.
My future is not a dream.
I'm trying to find it.
How many yearnings and failures are involved?
In the lost years
I'm always insecure.
Fear of failure
Always afraid to pursue it
Dust accumulated in life
Just like time flies, there is always giving up and there is always hope.
I am pursuing the future, my dream.
Even if the waves are stormy.
Rough seas
Can't stop my pace.
I want the passion of life to stir in the pursuit.
Rewrite a chapter
I want to paint the years with colorful colors.
Illuminate the road ahead
I want to weave the wings of the future with colorful time.
Fly and soar
The chain of life is changing my steps.
Inspired our desire to plow the fields and burn bricks.
Scaffolding and hanging tower
Continuously improve the happiness index of our workers.
At the same time, it also makes our living cost.
Roll forward like a snowball
We mixed sweat with cement for building.
Plug in the wings of imagination and the password of culture
Build the Great Wall of China.
Life needs us to survive and reproduce.
So, we put the rhythm of labor on the high-speed rail.
Put the color of labor
Attract to books and advertisements
Labor exhausted us.
We are on the podium.
In the writing room
From a laboratory point of view.
work
Labor is like a meshing gear.
Keep turning
We are in the hot sun.
Work in the deep well of a coal mine
We are like sunburned bark.
Like a dyed macaque.
And labor is like a train with no beginning and no end.
Rumble
Labor is also like a poem.
Row after row in front of our workers.
As mild as spring.
Modern classical poetry recitation 9 is beyond my dream.
There is often a figure that is so familiar that it makes people shudder.
From Ling Bo.
That's the mother sitting on the flip chart.
Open a simple but elegant bitter flower at my bedside.
Quiet silence
Mother's blood always keeps the essence of the river.
It is a feather body that can't be softer.
Showing the highest transparency of an ordinary woman.
Look up
Always a child, always a home with bright walls.
Mother is happiness and the meaning of home.
It is a wave of purifying the soul.
The continuation of today and tomorrow
Green days are full of birds.
Mother's smile was covered with crow's feet.
Now my mother has walked into the wall chart from a strange path.
All the ups and downs were smoothed out one by one.
The best role in life
But at this moment, it goes deep into our souls.
Emit permanent light
When I was a child, I knew that my mother was the best in the world.
The most beautiful and powerful goddess
You will always be our fairy sister.
Mom, the children miss you very much.
Your generous love and health education of children in the family origin.
We have fulfilled our filial piety to our in-laws today.
Mom, your upbringing, spirit and beautiful young face.
With our lives, mom, don't worry!
Fifteen years after you left, dad lived for you.
With us and our children, dad will be happy all his life. ...
Modern classic poetry recitation manuscript 1 1 miss, surging in the night.
The lights are dim and the neon lights are flashing. You see, that beautiful image is like a flower.
The full moon is full of dreams, exciting, and a rose comes.
The fragrance of hands and the waiting in the dark lit the past.
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Your beauty is hidden in your heart, I don't know, in the fleeting time.
How much infatuation? I always want to stay at night.
Look around your beautiful image, but you are always like a candle.
On and off, your fragrance lingers in your heart.
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The vast night, a kind of nostalgia, gentle thoughts, warm dreams.
Every time you are excited, your beautiful face will bloom.
If one day, once again on the road of love, it will be the past.
Sweet show, watching colorful flowers and listening to birds singing.
Smell the flowers of the four seasons and taste a drop of morning dew.
Wash away the sadness of the dark night and brew a cup of love.
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Stay alone in the dark and send messages to the stars with touching words.
Can you light up the broken sentences and chapters? The insomniac bird came down from the tree.
Residual flowers, falling red. The waning moon is hazy and my thoughts will flow.
Carve the sadness of missing in front of the sansheng stone.
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The wind slowly blows away the deep thoughts, and the fingers are locked.
Read a graceful, in silence, in three thousand weak water.
Drink a spoonful of loneliness and missing, and write a note, which is related to love.
Freeze your shadow with memory, in my spoony eyes.
Modern Classical Poetry Recitation Draft 12 "April is full of flowers",
In May, Sophora japonica flowers are fragrant all over the sky.
When the locust tree blooms,
It is an ardent expectation for me.
The rich fragrance of Sophora japonica,
Keep bees and butterflies busy.
As white as snow,
Purple touches happiness and sadness.
The fragrance of Sophora japonica in May,
Missing is longer than the night.
There is no time to look back,
Only regret is long.
May is the growing season,
For me, it's a busy superimposed movement of removing bedding and washing bedding.
The needle is a baton of happiness,
Dance and write poems on the bedding.
The thimble is worn on the middle finger of the right hand.
There is still a needle wound at the fingertip of the left hand.
Actually, it's not so difficult now,
How can there be a memory that has penetrated into the bone marrow?
Because I've been expecting,
Memories will be beautiful.
"My wife is sewing thread."
The way my mother preached while demonstrating, my heart was always soft.
The manuscript of modern classical poetry reading 13 flowers were lifted,
Praise singing:
Motherland, today is your birthday. ...
Tears came out,
Surging with emotion:
Motherland,
Your face is so beautiful,
The world is fascinated by you.
Your arms are enough to save the world,
Your eyes are staring at the vast sky,
The world is the stage for your performance.
Gather your eyes,
Pride arises spontaneously:
Motherland, I am proud of you!
I am your child.
I am proud!
Tears came out,
Jumped up with joy:
Motherland,
Your stride forward is beautiful and moving,
Then three thousand beautiful women gave up the modeling steps.
Your voice rings,
Your grand blueprint has come out:
China, don't seek hegemony.
China, has moved towards a great revival!
Dancing and jumping,
The news came out:
Motherland, today is your birthday,
Qingshan bends down to wish you a long life,
Slowly show the water, I wish you a long time;
At the right time, in the right place,
Kyushu celebrates national prosperity.
Bring the cup up,
We stood up:
Motherland, please accept our blessings.
Happy birthday to you.
Modern classic poetry reading manuscript 14 We also love our mother.
But mom doesn't love us.
Our love is a stream,
Motherly love is the ocean.
Dew on Achnatherum splendens,
Round and bright
That's light from the sun.
April day
Half smart, half smart,
That's where the spring breeze passes.
Our happiness
It is the smile on the mother's face;
Our pain
It is the deep sadness in my mother's eyes.
We can walk a long way.
But I will never walk out of the square in my mother's heart.
The sunshine outside is so bright,
Surrounded by green trees and flowers. ...
I enjoy the beautiful scenery happily.
I will never forget this precious gift you gave me.
I don't want to mention your meticulous concern for me.
I don't want to mention your boring words to me again.
It's always unknown,
Never finish writing, never catch.
You once said to me,
I am the most important person in your life,
Thank God for giving me to you.
Now I want to tell you,
Mom, you too.
Mom, do you know how great you are?
In my eyes,
You are the embodiment of the beautiful things in the world,
Forever sacred;
You are an angel in my heart,
In the future, I will not only let you guard,
I will protect you, too.
Maybe others will think it's exaggerated,
But not to me.
In the face of these poor words,
I can never express one third of your love for me.
Modern classic poetry reading manuscript 15 dad's love,
What is this?
Dad took me out to play,
Cheerful laughter spread everywhere.
Dad's love is cheerful laughter.
One day,
I have a high fever,
Dad looked at me weakly,
Turn pale.
Dad's love is a pale face.
Whenever I fail in the exam,
Dad always smiled and said:
"I will do well in the next exam."
Dad's love is a considerate smile.
It's hot in summer,
Without air conditioning,
Dad sat next to me,
With a fan in his hand,
Slap me again and again,
I saw it,
I saw sweat,
Slipped off dad's head.
Dad's love is sweat.
Whenever I do something wrong,
Dad always stares at me with stern eyes.
Until I admit my mistake.
Dad's love is a stern look.
Dad's love or ...
This is dad's love.