No matter in school or in society, everyone has heard or used some classic poems, which are generally full of imagination, association and fantasy. Then what kind of poem is a good poem? The following is my carefully arranged dream poem recitation, welcome to read the collection.
Dream poem reciting manuscript 1 plum blossom, counting nine cold days, how can Ling Cold bloom without fighting snow?
Weeds are overgrown and fires are raging. Without that tenacious growth, how can the earth be green?
Pine trees, cliffs, without this perseverance, how can you look down in all directions?
Huge sharks, the vast sea, how can they dominate the ocean without fierce fighting?
Lions, boundless grasslands, how can grasslands be king without the ambush of thousands of troops and horses?
Vultures, boundless sky, how can the sky soar without the torture of childhood?
Liu Xiang, flying like a cloud, no sweat like rain, how can we do our best?
Hawking, paralyzed, how can he be famous all over the world without an iron will?
Madame Curie, cold comes and summer goes. Without firm belief, how can we stand alone in the world?
Let the dream soar, and build a regretless youthful dream with diligence and sweat.
Even if the meteor turned away in an instant, we remembered the beauty of that moment;
It was a flash in the pan, but we enjoyed the fragrance of that moment;
Whether it is successful or not, we all remember that the scenery on the road to struggle is beautiful.
There is no trace of birds flying in the sky, but I flew;
I couldn't leave that deep footprint on the muddy road, but I struggled to walk through it;
Life is inseparable from the joy of success, but I do fly for it.
Blue sky and white clouds are always reflected in my deepest heart.
Even if no flowers bloom for you;
Even if no one applauds you;
But the sweat on my forehead and the footprints of trekking will sing the most heroic song for you!
Fly bravely, for dreams; Fly bravely for your dreams!
Dream poem recitation 2 is in your eyes
I am the bud of spring;
in your eyes
I am the red flower in summer;
in your eyes
I'm Shi Shuo from Akita;
in your eyes
I am a warm day in the winter sky;
Ah,
Do you know you are in my eyes?
in my eyes
When I fall, you are my strong armrest.
I babble with gentle lips;
in my eyes
You are fascinated by the bird sky.
A sea of drifting ships;
You are all my praise for life.
You are my whole life.
in your eyes
I have been a baby all my life;
in my eyes
You are an eternal hug. ...
Dream poetry recitation 3 whether there is such a sky that I can fly freely; Is there such a land where I can flow quietly? I am not a mountain, I am just a stone; I'm not the sea, I'm just a stream.
But,
I have my dreams and I have my hopes. Over time,
I want to accumulate me into a mountain, and I want to gather me into a Wang Yang.
As long as you are willing to wait, wait for me to change from rebellion to growth.
In the season of warm wind, the sky is as clear as washing.
Catkin flying all over the sky, falling in the quietly budding earth.
Young life squirms in the soil.
Burst music is flowing in my heart.
Young man, we have an unchanging oath.
Young people, we will firmly look further.
At the starting line, from the moment we set out, we were destined to chase the rising sun.
A determined and confident face, waiting for the dawn of victory.
Hold that drop of sweat tightly and let tears flow on your face.
Just for the moment when the applause rang.
My youth has no regrets. Since I chose the blue sky, I chose to fly.
Even if one day there will be a pair of wings that bleed blood.
Since we have chosen struggle, we have chosen wind and rain.
Even if there are thorns on the road in the future
Since we have chosen the path of life, youth has decided it.
Youth is doomed to struggle and impermanence after our choice.
Youth, from the time we choose, has ushered in hardships.
Youth, after our choice, will become splendid.
Look, the beating flame is the full bloom of youth.
Listen, jubilant footsteps are the voice of youth chasing dreams.
Blood is tireless in young people's bodies.
Passion is strong and light on the limbs of young people.
Let's sing the hymn of youth.
Cheer all the way, sing all the way, chase your dreams and fly away.
Dream Poetry Recitation Draft 5 What is youth?
Youth is a song that never gives up.
Youth is a never-ending river.
Youth is a book that you will never get tired of reading.
Youth is a building.
Standing on the top of the national forest
Carve the footprints of thousands of young people in Qian Qian.
Youth is a flower.
A budding bud
Want to show the world your unique charm.
(realization)
Countless times, we set out with our ideals and the passionate midnight bell.
Pursuing your youth glory may be a long way to go.
The road ahead will be full of bumps and thorns, but we are wearing the wings of sunshine and standing in the post of youth.
In the blood of Peng Pai.
Push open the door of light and hope.
Sing the song of youth with love.
However, youth is the sand in your hands.
Unconsciously, it has leaked out.
Youth is a meteor in the sky.
Although it was beautiful, it passed quickly.
Youth is the fragrance left by happiness.
Everything I want to cherish is gone.
Just like those years in college, I didn't understand until I slipped through my fingertips.
It turns out that I didn't just meet my youth.
Dream poetry recites manuscripts for 6 hours.
have a dream
Leave home
stick it out
Satisfy the desire of both eyes
In childhood
Forever hope
Can grow a pair of wings
Soar in the sky
Go where your feet can't reach.
Twenty years of longing and yearning
It's already black and blue
Can't help looking back.
Hometown deep in memory
Has become blurred and almost forgotten.
transform
Reminiscent of the vicissitudes of life along the way
Just understand.
The farther you go, the higher you fly.
The longer the journey back.
No ideal portrait is vegetation,
It grows in spring and turns yellow in autumn.
It can't sum up life,
Faced with despair, it offers no hope.
No ideal person is like running water,
Why can't you hear it sing?
Facts have proved that it has become the precipitation of reality.
It gradually silted up and became a dirty pond.
No ideal person is an empty house.
Without a master, it closes its doors and windows,
The wall of life is covered with dust,
It's knocking outside, but there's no sound inside.
Then open it, and life is crying:
Let an elf from the evil distance
Invade his heart, torture him,
Because he saw heaven on earth.
According to its logic, ideal is a maze.
The farther you go, the less you can reach your destination.
Oh, ideal, what a wonderful feeling,
But when it flows into the real bottom ice cave,
What you see is the wasteland in the north,
Let your rich heart go bankrupt.
"I am the most reasonable assumption,
I stand on solid ground. "
But the reality is an insidious quicksand,
Only muddy feet can pass through.
"I show people the noble path,
My light can penetrate your fog. "
No matter how many people die for her,
Our wisdom ultimately comes from doubt.
No doubt? Then follow her,
Like chasing a jack-o'-lantern, I don't know where to go.
Dream poetry reading 8 flowers also have dreams.
Do you know what flowers' dreams are?
Let me tell you something.
The first dream of this flower is,
Want to grow as tall as a child,
You can play with children.
The flower's second dream is,
I want to see the red sun every day,
Growing up with children.
The flower's third dream is,
Autumn and winter will not dry up,
Spend a happy day with your children.
The flower's fourth dream is,
Want to sing and dance happily like a child,
Gather in the beautiful playground.
Huadu has rich dreams, right?
Every child has many dreams,
Please come and share.
Comments: The little author uses anthropomorphic techniques and flowers to show that every child has a beautiful dream. The little author's imagination is rich, bringing the little flowers to life and full of childlike interest, suggesting that every child has a beautiful ideal.
Dream Poetry Reading 9 Seeds in Frozen Soil
Dream of spring
It dreams of itself.
Stretch a trembling waist
Long cilia glistened with silver diamonds with dewdrops.
It dreams of butterflies.
Kiss it gently
Spring silkworms opened the golden curtain of the new house.
It dreamed—
Countless flowers
Open your childish eyes.
Like the one around the moon.
Wan Qian xing Dian
seed
In frozen soil
Dream spring
Dream poem recitation 10 When I was a child,
There is a well-known name called China.
I know this is our beautiful home.
A portrait of Chairman Mao hangs in Tiananmen Square.
The five-star red flag fluttered in the wind over the square.
400 million Chinese people are proud of it.
The three mountains are no longer on their backs.
This is a great motherland.
How unforgettable,
Fascinating!
When I was a teenager,
There is a well-known name called China.
I know this is our happy home.
The spring breeze of reform and opening up has spread all over the motherland.
Hundreds of millions of people no longer lack food and clothing.
The market economy has enriched the north and south of the river,
The road to socialism with characteristics is getting wider and wider.
With the pace of a well-off society,
People in China buy cars and buildings.
This is a prosperous motherland,
How proud it is,
Fascinating!
Recitation of Children's Dream Poetry 1 1
-fly your dreams and be the master of the kingdom of poetry.
Text/Xinghe Chatting Edge
A golden avenue is spread out at your feet.
There can lead to the mysterious palace of poetry.
Song for you the bird.
Butterflies applaud you.
Flowers are dressed in colorful clothes.
Why do flowers cry?
That's your poem.
Be moved to tears
In your pen.
The mountains make way for you.
The river is suitable for you to sail.
You can drive the sun, moon and stars.
Everything in nature is at your call.
May you drive a curved crescent moon.
Realize the fantasy of exploring the starry sky
Even the stars blinked curiously.
Throw envious eyes at you.
Come on, kids.
May you sail with hope.
Sail in a long boat to the distant deep blue.
Because on the other side of the sea of poetry
It is a happy paradise in the kingdom of poetry.
What about you?
Is the most distinguished king in the kingdom.
Dream poem recitation 12 I am in this arena.
So lucky, I can't help but imagine
I look forward to this shining medal.
Hanging on my chest
From all over the world
All the colors blend together.
Equality is a beautiful wish.
We sweat.
Let the world at the moment be romantic.
How loud the songs were all the way.
We run, we expect.
There is the fragrance of love everywhere.
higher , faster and stronger
We have been chasing this dream.
Applause is a gorgeous halo.
We insist on clapping.
He Ran All the Way
Create this miracle, create this paradise
Burning dreams with flames
Self-improvement and continuous progress
The determined face pet shines with light.
The power of dreams
Let the brave bear the sunshine.
Dream poem recitation 13 When the bird left her mother, she said:
I won't cry!
Because,
I want to fly under the vast sky;
When the little fish left his mother, he said:
I won't cry!
Because,
I want to look for treasure in the blue sea;
When the little lion left his mother, he said:
I won't cry!
Because,
I want to be the king of the forest;
Baby, dry your tears and say,
I don't cry either,
Because,
I have bigger dreams than them!