Poetry suitable for boys to read aloud

Goodbye Pushkin, the element of freedom! For the last time, your blue waves rolled in front of my eyes, and your proud beauty shone grandly. Like a friend's melancholy whisper, like his farewell greeting, for the last time, I listened to your loud call and your gloomy vomiting. The country I yearn for wholeheartedly, the sea! How many times, on your shore, I wandered silently and confusedly, thinking hard about my long-cherished wish. Ah, how I love your echo, your dumb voice, the song of the abyss, your serenity at dusk and your wayward temper! Under the protection of your moodiness, the fisherman's sail boldly glides between his teeth, but if you are surging and unable to overcome it, groups of fishing boats will be wiped out. Until now, I still can't leave this solidified stone shore that bothers me. I haven't embraced you warmly, sea! I didn't let the waves of my poetry go with your ridge! You are expecting and calling ... but I am bound, and my heart wants to break free in vain. Stronger feelings attracted me, so I stayed on the shore ... what is there to cherish? Now, where can I run on the open road? In your desolation, there is only one thing that may still excite my heart. A cliff, a glorious tomb ... where all kinds of beautiful memories sink into cold dreams. Ah, Napoleon put them there. He was buried in misery. Following him, another genius passed in front of us like a storm, ah, another master of our hearts. He went, making freedom with tears in his eyes! He left his laurel to the world. Make a hullabaloo about, furious about the bad weather, oh, the sea! He used to be in song for you. He is shaped by your essence, the sea, he is the reflection of your image; He is as deep, powerful and gloomy as you, and as stubborn as you. The world is empty ... Oh, ocean, where can you take me now? Everywhere, people's fate is the same: where there is happiness, there must be education or tyrants to protect it very closely. Goodbye, sea! I will never forget your spectacular beauty; I will listen to your rumbling in the dusk for a long time. My heart is full of you. I will take your rocks, your bay, your light and shadow, and your dog's superb waves to the forest and the silent wasteland. 1 Praise the Yellow River, my friend! The Yellow River, with its heroism, appeared in Yuan Ye, Asia; It shows the spirit of our nation: great and powerful! Here, we celebrate the Yellow River. I stood at the top of the mountain and watched the Yellow River roll southeast. Tao Jin is surging, setting off a huge wave; Turbid flow turns around and forms a zigzag chain; Run from the foot of Kunlun Mountain to the edge of the Yellow Sea, and split the Central Plains in two. Ah! Yellow River! You are the cradle of our nation! Five thousand years of ancient culture originated from you; How many heroic stories are staged around you! Ah! Yellow River! You are great and strong, appearing on the Asian plain like a giant, and you have built the barrier of our nation with your heroic body. Ah! Yellow River! You pour down thousands of feet, majestic, and thousands of iron arms extend to the north and south sides. The great spirit of our nation will be cultivated and carried forward by you! The heroic sons and daughters of our motherland will follow your example and be as great and strong as you! As great and strong as you! Comets either come back or disappear forever. Don't stand at the door like a stone statue and talk about everything between us with eyes that don't expect answers. What is unimaginable is not darkness, but how the morning light continues. Maybe comets appear, dragging the rubble in the ruins and the names of losers, making them flash, burn and turn to ashes. We either rebuild our homes or leave forever. Brilliant and cold as a comet, abandon the darkness, indulge in the darkness and walk through the white corridor connecting two nights. You sing alone in the reverberating valley. Source: China Poetry-Modern and Contemporary-Evening in North Island Author: Shu Ting I said I heard footsteps behind me. You said the breeze kissed the road I walked. I said the stars are as colorful as fireworks. You said my eyelashes were covered with pollen. I said that all A Man Called Autumn Flower closed their sleepy eyes. You said cordate telosma opened layers of hearts. I said it was a vibrant late spring, and you said it was an attractive and intoxicating evening. I recommend this song Twilight by Shu Ting. The first sentence is read by the mother, and the opposite sentence is read by the daughter. This poem is very symbolic, and it also expresses the feelings between mother and daughter appropriately. The stars are shining in the quiet sky with their small eyes open. You call me kind above me? Stars have small eyes and their eyelashes are blinking. Why do you have so many colors, including blue, red and purple? Curious little eyes, open all night, why should the rosy dawn erase you? The little eyes of the stars shed tears or dew. You're shaking up there. Is it because of the cold? Small eyes of stars, I promise you: you look at me, I will always be innocent. Li Bai will enter the wine. I can't see you, how the water of the Yellow River left heaven and entered the ocean, never to return. Have you noticed that the lovely hair in the bright mirror in the high room, although it is silky black in the morning, has turned into snow at night. Oh, let a man with spirit take risks where he wants to go, and never point his golden cup at the moon empty! . Since God has given talents, let them be used! As for the money, although it is scattered, it will get together again. Cook a sheep, kill a cow, sharpen your appetite, and let me, 300 bowls, take a big drink! . Master Cen, Dan Qiusheng can drink and drink endlessly. Let me sing you a song! , let your ears participate! . How expensive are the bells and drums? Let me get drunk forever and lose my mind forever! . Ancient sober people and sages were forgotten, and only great drinkers can be immortalized. Chen bought a barrel of wine with 10 thousand gold coins at a banquet in the temple, and everyone laughed and said one-liners Why do you say, my master, your money is gone? , to buy wine, we drink together! . Five flower horses, Hsi Chin, give them to the boy in exchange for good wine. Whatever you want, sell eternal sorrow. Believe in the future: When the cobwebs mercilessly sealed my stove, when the smoke left by the ashes sighed the sadness of poverty, I still stubbornly spread the ashes of disappointment and wrote with beautiful snowflakes: Believe in the future, when my purple grapes turned into dew in late autumn, and when my flowers clung to the feelings of others, I still stubbornly wrote on the desolate land covered with frosty vines: Believe in the future, I will wave the waves running to the horizon with my fingers, and I will shake them with my palm. Dragging the warm and beautiful pen of dawn, writing with the pen of children: I believe in the future. I firmly believe in the future because I believe in the vision of people in the future. Her eyelashes can brush away the dust of history, and her pupils can see through the chapters of the years. No matter whether people send moving tears, deep sympathy or contemptuous smiles to our rotting bodies, I firmly believe that people will give warm, objective and fair comments on our spine's numerous explorations, lost ways, failures and successes. Yes, I am anxiously waiting for their evaluation friends, who believe in the future, indomitable efforts, classic poems that young people overcome death, believe in the future and love life.