In our daily study, work and life, we will always come into contact with some familiar poems. Poetry has the characteristics of refinement and implication, and plays a role in reflecting social life and expressing thoughts and feelings. Do you know what kind of poems are good? The following are the sentimental poems I collected for you. Welcome to read the collection.
Poetry emotional reading 1 I'm looking for it, I'm constantly looking for it.
Between the dead branches of old trees, on the dilapidated stone steps
On the peeling broken wall, in the yellow photo album
Keep looking, but why can't I find you?
The past years, why are you gone forever?
I searched the soil of my hometown for fingerprints of my childhood.
I am looking for the dream of youth on the winding path of campus.
I look for the lofty sentiments of teenagers in the vicissitudes of life.
But I can't find the years I miss.
Can only sigh in helplessness, melancholy.
I am also in the ancient battlefield near the desert.
The Tragedy of Searching for Jinge Iron Horse
I am also in the deep palace of the ancient capital of the Six Dynasties.
Looking for a sad whisper
I have been in numerous classics.
Looking for the key to the door of wisdom
But I still can't find it.
The years I miss
Only worn-out feet and dull eyes.
I always feel your presence.
I am in the rustling leaves.
Hear your footsteps.
I asked the fallen leaves
The fallen leaves say that you are in the river of time.
I see your back in the running water.
I asked Liu Shui.
Running water says, you are in the drifting wind.
I asked the wind.
The wind whispered to me that it was all over.
It's over.
Did you pass?
When I was old,
Winter has passed.
The ice and snow disappeared.
The earth is warm.
The new branches are green.
However, my years
There you are.
Don't just leave in such a hurry?
Never come back
Maybe, one day
We will meet again in our dreams.
At that time, I will hold you tightly.
Never let you slip away again
My years
The most emotional recitation poem three
Everyone will get old. On the road of getting old, they will be in a hurry, stumbling, rushing and being careful, tired and annoyed, and what they leave and get will last their whole lives.
People are old, think about it. Try your best to live well and don't let yourself live too tired. Get over it, look down, relax, don't be tired, tired, tired.
On the way to getting old, we understand.
At this age, you need to be suicidal and grow old slowly. Pursue a plain life, not vigorous, not passionate, just tender and elegant as the wind.
A light life is like a cup of light boiled water, which can meet everyone's water demand. Only in this way can we realize that light life is pure, light flowers are beautiful, light sky is clear and light friendship is pure.
On the way to getting old, we let go.
Life is a practice, getting old slowly, deeply understanding, and gradually opening up: putting aside the past in time, the road of life will become more and more directional, and the road in the heart will become more and more spacious.
It will be beautiful to be pessimistic, and it will be beautiful to be optimistic. Play your role and do what you should do. With an open mind, you can look down on the world, do not be dust, and the world is free and vast.
On the way to getting old, we are practical.
Every experience is destined to be precious and will definitely remind you of wisdom. The richness of life lies in the compassion in your heart, and the beauty of life comes from a normal heart.
Don't carve, do things in a down-to-earth manner, and be a simple person. Some people are very happy, but they look very upset; Some people look happy when they should be worried.
On the way to getting old, we look down.
Who doesn't want to afford it, let it go, make life happy and fast, and make life easy. You must resist if you can bear it, and you need to be open-minded if you can put it down. This is both ability and wisdom.
However, in life, how many people can let go? Otherwise, why is there so much suffering and pain? We don't ask for it, we can afford it and let it go. We just want merit, optimism and pessimism, which is already very good and beautiful.
On the way to getting old, we became independent.
No matter how carefully you speak, there are always people who misinterpret your meaning and don't need to explain. Don't rely too much on anyone in this world, because even your shadow will leave you at some point.
You can't pin your "happy old age" on your children. You should arrange your old age with your own ability according to your own conditions and social reality.
On the way to getting old, we are simple.
Face life with a simple mind. If you can't let it go, it will naturally become a burden. The more burdens you have, the less happy your life will be. A caring heart is like a pocket, and a tolerant heart is like a funnel. Complex love care, simple heart is easy to be happy.
Everything comes with fate, and there is no need to deliberately. Just like flowers bloom and fall, when flowers bloom, the beauty of flowers also blooms.
On the way to getting old, we relaxed.
When you are old, you can choose not to contribute to society, work hard for future generations, earn money and save your inheritance.
When you get old, you should try to live a free, relaxed and self-help old life: travel around the mountains and enjoy the sunset life.
On the way to getting old, we are better.
Being old is a good thing. Because this is a sign of maturity, wisdom and perfection in life.
Of course, spring buds will wither in autumn, and summer flowers will wither in winter. As long as we are not old, the sunset will be redder.
Read poem 2 with emotion. Look at the mountains.
Watch the rough sea.
He said to himself, what is a person?
How can you care so much about me?
Look at the sky created by your fingers.
The sun, moon and stars you provided.
He said to himself, what am I?
How can you care so much about me?
You put us in charge of everything you created.
All cattle and sheep.
Animals in the field, fish in the sea
Birds are flying in the air
Mountains and rivers are no longer lonely.
The earth is green.
Everything is telling the glory of God.
The spring breeze also took away my song.
Praising God is love. He always cares about me.
Gave me life and fertile land.
Emotional recitation of poetry 3 has a language.
You can reach your heart through your eyes.
In the dew and dusk
Time is up. Let's meet again.
The reunion is in memory of us.
Gone years
The mountain and the water are half city and half rain.
And the shy faith and love of youth.
It's about you.
Silence is profound communication.
Words are the source of traceability.
Like mountains and mist.
Moonlight and smile
In the temple of spirit
Knowing is a kind of compassion.
Not all love
Need to express
Not all stories
Need an ending.
Watching is perhaps the most beautiful way.
Mountain and water look at each other
If you don't talk, I won't talk.
You didn't come.
I'm getting old.
Read poem 4 with emotion. If you love someone.
Just buy a patent on his feelings.
That's fear of price.
This is the tears of a lifetime.
When you are at a loss.
I will take you across the desert.
In my lonely moment
You accompany me in the long river.
Gently lift the screen window
It's raining harder and harder outside.
I always thought you were at dusk
unworthy
The responsibility of love
Wang changkong
Waiting for your gentle wind
Why do you always
come and go in haste
why
You're always away. ...
Because loving someone
I left everything behind.
Words that frighten the world.
Smash the soul
I've given up.
all
as long as your heart
Can leave my mark.
Because of your infatuation
I am no longer loyal to my virginity.
Would rather be among thorns
Tread a path
Recite poetry with emotion. I really want to put green back.
Let the vast Gobi desert drown.
There are ideals and hopes.
Young, energetic, in uniform.
Simple and lovely beliefs sprouted.
Don't worry about simple road twists and turns.
Dedication to the motherland is loyal.
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A brave accusation that no one objected to.
Running water washed away the sand marks of the years.
Unforgettable dunes change endlessly.
Only strength guards faith.
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Whether it is cold or hot.
Look at the broad mind of the Gobi Desert.
Look at the vast sand sea.
Listen to his ups and downs.
Listen to his magnanimity.
A baby's emotional poetry reading
A dream
A him.
Wapichi
Academic shortage fee
I'm a little heartbroken
I remembered my past.
Stop worrying
And himself.
Let him go.
Don't go against society
Have a healthy body
satisfy
originally
Dream barren
Can fill the stomach
Zuji
Gradually
Think of protest
Go on like this
dull
Read all kinds of books
Learn all kinds of knowledge
mixed stew
now
Shopping and texting together.
(of two) moving at the same speed.
My him.
Not just a baby.
Not young.
Heart big
Even if the sky falls
what should he do ？
Been together for a long time.
I think it's good, too
only
household chores
Trivial and idle things
We must often knock at the door.
Who called?
He is worse than a baby.
I have three children.
A baby.
A dream
A him.
be discreet
Cooking germination
Cultivate growth
Emotional poetry 7 If life is just like the first time, what is the autumn wind sad painting fan?
It is easy to change, and it is also easy to change.
Lishan dialect stops at midnight, and tears never complain.
What's more, if you are lucky and handsome, you will do it that day.
Emotional Recitation Poem III: Subtractive Word Yulan Spring Complaint
Sit alone, pay alone, lie alone.
Standing hurts, even touching people hurts.
Who can see this situation, tears wash the residual makeup.
I am worried that my illness will remain the same and I can't get rid of the cold light.
Emotional recitation of poetry 8 If,
There is such a dusk,
We're all old,
A wooden chair,
Leaning against another wooden chair,
It must be,
On the right is me,
On the left is you.
If,
There is such a dusk,
We're all old,
A heart,
Hold on to another heart,
It must be,
Side by side,
Body to body.
If,
There is such a dusk,
Arguing about business,
At the end of the argument,
It must be,
I was the one who stopped later,
You stopped first.
If,
There is such a dusk,
I'm still,
I like cooking porridge for you,
You would say,
Come and hold out your hand,
Put it in my hand.
If,
There is such a dusk,
We're all old,
I am getting old.
I will never,
Let you go,
At night,
Wake up my name,
I won't let myself,
I miss you very far.
Dear,
If it's okay,
You can live like that,
In this dusk,
Just like this,
In that dream,
How nice that would be,
What a blessing!
I look up to heaven in hell and feel the sunshine from the dark clouds. Think back.
On my way to hell, I passed the Naihe Bridge.
I drank that bowl of medicine soup that ruined my life.
For many years, the madness of the world of mortals has sunk into the middle of the river under that bridge.
Tossing and turning, streamer.
We agreed to be lovers of the world, but we suffered from the rain.
Regret, surging.
Even if you become the Lord of hell, you don't want to be the king of others.
A childhood opera with such unique singing skills.
After all, the enemy cannot compete with time.
All of them, buried.