Selected readings of young English poems
Poetry of life
Poetry of life
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Please don't tell me in sad poems,
Life is just an empty dream!
Because the sleeping soul is dead,
Things are not what they seem.
Life is real! Life is serious!
The grave is not its goal;
You are dust, and to dust,
Not the soul.
Not happy, not sad,
Is our destined destination or road;
But action, every tomorrow.
Found that we were farther away than today.
Art is eternal, time is short,
Our hearts, though strong and brave,
Still, like a low drum, it is beating.
Fneral marched to the grave.
In the vast battlefield of the world,
In the camp of life,
Don't be like a stupid, driven cat!
Become a hero in the fight!
No matter how beautiful the future is, don't pursue it!
Let the dead past bury its dead!
Take action, right now!
There is God in my heart!
The great man's life reminds us
We can make our life noble,
Leave us when you leave.
Footprints on the beach of time;
Maybe it's another footprint,
Sailing on the solemn sea of life,
An abandoned shipwrecked brother,
See, will summon up courage again.
So, let's act,
Have a heart that faces any face;
Still realizing, still pursuing,
Learn to work and wait.
Ode to life
Henry. Wadsworth. Longferro
Don't sing sad songs;
Dreams are life!
Knowing that the soul is asleep,
What you saw is not true.
Life is true and sincere!
The grave is endless;
Life and death are like dirt,
You mean the soul?
Happiness and sadness,
None of them are in the sky;
A gentleman should be self-reliant,
Win today the day after tomorrow.
Time flies,
Learning skills, lasting forever;
Ambition is like a stuffy drum,
The barren hills are in mourning.
The world is a battlefield,
Life is a military camp;
Don't let the cattle and horses go,
Fight for the hero!
Don't believe that the future is beautiful,
I was once buried.
When you work hard,
Sincerely pray to God!
Great men are immortal,
I can also see self-improvement,
Put down your paws,
Yize printing time.
Or there are homeless people,
Ups and downs in the ocean of suffering,
When I saw my footprints,
Heartfelt excitement.
All beings work hard,
I don't mind being obedient;
Diligent and impetuous,
Explore and forge ahead.
Reading Young People's English Poetry Recitation
Appreciation of Chinese-English Translation of Classical Poems on Double Ninth Festival
Double Ninth Festival, I miss my Shandong brothers.
Wang Wei
As a lonely stranger in a strange land,
Homesickness will get worse every holiday.
Knowing that my brothers have reached the peak,
Everyone attended the flower planting except one person.
Vacation in the mountains reminds me of my brothers in Shandong.
Wang Wei
I am a lonely stranger in a strange land, and I miss my family more often during the holidays.
When I think of my brothers' bodies climbing high, I will feel a little regret for not being able to reach me.
Teenagers' English poetry recitation learning
rise
Du Fu
In the wild wind in the vast sky, the ape is sobbing.
On the clear lake and white beach, birds are flying home.
Countless leaves rustle down
The never-ending Yangtze River rolls forward.
I came all the way here with the sadness of autumn.
With my hundred years of sorrow, I climbed this height alone.
Bad luck has frosted my temples,
Heartache and fatigue are a thick layer of dust in my wine.
Climb the peak
Du Fu
The wind is fast and high, the ape cries sadly, and the birds are circling in the white sand.
The endless trees are rustling leaves, and the Yangtze River is rolling unpredictably.
Li in the sad autumn scenery, a wanderer all the year round, lives alone on the high platform in today's illness.
Bad luck frosted my temples, and I was down and out.
Teenagers' appreciation of English poetry recitation
A melody intoxicated in the shadow of flowers
Li Qingzhao
Light fog and heavy clouds,
A long, gloomy day.
In the golden incense burner
The burning incense is disappearing.
It's time again
For the lovely Double Ninth Festival;
The coolness of midnight
Through my tulle screen
Cold my jade pillow.
After drinking at dusk
Under the chrysanthemum fence,
My sleeves are sprinkled with perfume.
The smell of plants.
Oh, I can't say it's not cute,
However, when the west wind blows the curtains,
I found myself more elegant.
Than yellow flowers.
Zui Hua Yin
Li Qingzhao
The fog is thick and the clouds are light, and it will always be sad. The brain sells golden beasts. Double Ninth Festival, lying in bed, in the middle of the night, the cold on my body has just been soaked.
Dongli drinks until dusk, and faint chrysanthemum fragrance overflows his sleeves. Don't get carried away, the curtain rolls west wind, people are thinner than yellow flowers!
Reading Taste of Youth English Poetry
With the tune of Cai Sangzi
Mao Zedong
Humans age too easily, not naturally;
Every year, the Double Ninth Festival pays off.
On this Double Ninth Festival,
The yellow flowers on the battlefield smell better.
The autumn wind blows hard every year.
Unlike the splendor of spring,
However, beyond the glory of spring,
See the endless frosty sky and water.
Pick mulberry seeds
Mao Zedong
Life is easy to get old, but it is hard to get old. Today is Chongyang, and the yellow flowers in the battlefield are particularly fragrant.
The annual autumn wind is not as strong as spring. It's better than spring, and the frost in Wan Li is in the vast river.