Is the flowing fire molten coral?
There are some green and white in the middle, like coral's heart, red all over, like coral's meat, and the outer layer is a little black, so the coral is burnt.
Good is good, but it will be hot.
When it is inexplicably cold, the water freezes.
Some are green in the middle, like coral heart, red all over, like coral meat, and the outer layer is a little black, but the coral is still burnt.
It's fine, but it's a pity to burn my hands.
Fire, the ice of fire, people can't help him, does he suffer?
Alas, ice of fire.
Alas, alas, the man of fire and ice!
Poems suitable for high school students to recite II
The sun is weak, the white clouds are long, the wind blows thin ice, and the river does not flow.
Go out and rent a rickshaw. There are many pedestrians in the street; There are so many cars and horses that I don't know what to do.
The people on the rickshaw were all wearing cotton-padded clothes and looking at each other with open hands. They felt that the wind was blowing, but it was cold.
The coachman's clothes are torn, but his sweat is falling.
Poetry suitable for high school students to recite 3
As long as there is shore, people will cheer on the bamboo raft on the peach blossom water.
As long as there is a shore, a new ferry and a waterway, it is necessary to refuel.
As long as there is shore, the feat of frolicking children will be handed down.
Do you want to build bridges, dams and gates? Look, the shore is high and the shoulders are high.
Poetry suitable for high school students to recite 4
I am poor and have nothing.
My only wealth is my sincerity. The only thing I am satisfied with is my sincerity. My only pride is my sincerity. Because of it, my head never lowers; Because of it, my eyes never dodge.
My sincerity makes my life without sadness, pain and regret.
May my sincere life shine forever.
Poetry suitable for high school students to recite 5
You are often awakened by a bamboo, and the wind sweeps your dreams away from the bamboo branches like a drop of dew. Is this the dream of bamboo leaves or your dream?
The joy of migrant workers sleeping on the street is impacting this bamboo forest. There is no noise of the city here, and there is no deep dream that the car ran over at midnight. Whispering between the wind and bamboo leaves, like the rustling of drizzle, attracted the attention of the countryside. Echo: The bamboo forest drips water, and a little boy raises his thin face, bearing the cool water drops to quench his thirst.
You told me that the hawthorn trees in my hometown were all cut down, and the worthless hawthorn fruits and sour red lanterns were all cut down. "I am also one. Where is the hawthorn? " You said, with a sour smile on your face.
Nobody cares. Small migrant workers squatted at the corner of the road, empty-handed. Look at the car like running water, and watch the crowd pass by from morning till night. Who cast an inquiring glance?
Between 1000 bamboo leaves, the smoke is misty.
Tears rolled on a thousand bamboo leaves.
One falls and stops at the edge of your trembling mouth. Is this the tears of bamboo leaves or yours?
Dry it, stand up, pat the dust on your body, you have to go to work.
"Life without work is more tiring than work." You said, with a sour smile on your face.
Poetry suitable for high school students to recite 6
I used to wander in the storm, I used to stand on the waves and think hard, and I used to shout for poverty and backwardness.
I finally stand in the long river of history and today, and I want to swear: challenge the god of fate!
Don't buy and complain that our parents have given us poor and backward soil; Don't complain, the vicissitudes of the world have ruined our thin backbone.
I will never pray to God to give me a rich and civilized home and let me die in peace.
Since it is fate, I will challenge it, and I am willing to be God's rebellion!
How many times I drifted in the wind and rain, wandering and looking for it made me understand the value of life; How many times have I thought on the waves, thinking and dreaming made me look at the navigation mark.
At the starting point of poverty and backwardness, I will sail along the rivers of history and today. ......
Where is the bread? Where is it? !
"There will be bread and everything!"
In the challenge against fate, my eternal belief: that is my strength!
Poetry suitable for high school students to recite 7
Every spring, when bauhinia blooms, the crimson flowers are crimson butterflies; The snow-white flower is a jade butterfly.
I was ill in bed last spring. Outside the window, crimson white butterflies are still bustling in the branches of bauhinia; At the window, I have been dying for a long time, and I feel the loneliness of spring. At this time, she, a friend who is usually silent and has never been with me much, brings me red and white butterflies from the bauhinia tree every day and puts them in a "Biluochun" bottle filled with clear water. That touch of spring scenery reminds people of many unyielding lives and dares to overcome the severe winter. I learned life from it and picked up vitality.
This spring, bauhinia is in full bloom again. Crimson, snow-white butterflies, like social groups, are flying in the streets. A touch of morning light reflected in the window, and I was healthy physically and mentally. I came to Bauhinia gently, picked a white butterfly with dew and a red butterfly with a smile, and gave it to him-that silent and gentle friend.
Such a gift may be too small, but I think it will become a continuous dream, a poem; Will turn into patches of rosy clouds, put a raincoat on your friend's heart to shelter from the wind and rain.
Eight Poems Suitable for Senior High School Students to Recite
The green leaves turned yellow overnight, and the yellow leaves fell after a gust of wind. Why did the clear water become a yellow world?
The sun suddenly left, but the cold came too early. It solidified the invisible pool in the pool.
The fish in the pond should be dead, right? But that dazzling yellow leaf is still the same as before.
People are gone, and the tea is cold.
My heart will never escape the lingering dream of spring!