Music and poetry reading materials! ! ! ! ! Urgent need! ! !

Category: Culture/Art

Problem description:

I need some materials to read poems with music, about college students' youth and dreams.

It is best to recite in pairs.

Thank you for your

Help me.

I'm so worried ~ ~

Analysis:

Light eighteen birthday candles

It also ignited the joy of our eighteen-year-old youth.

We are real men.

We are a raging sea, and we are vast mountains.

We don't hesitate, we don't hesitate, and we will always move forward firmly.

Eighteen years old, we are brave men.

We have begun to learn to drink beer and smoke cigars.

Learn to taste the ups and downs of life.

In the face of life with peeling colors, sometimes we are depressed.

Melancholy passes through our hearts like white clouds, as clear as the sky.

We like to sing "Dove" and "My Sun"

I like girls' colorful love blooming.

Exhale fragrance in our sunny and gorgeous songs.

We like talking and arguing.

Like to say Qin Huang Hanwu Tang Gao Songzu Caesar Alexandra Na Ba

It's like telling your girlfriend about your naughty childhood

Sometimes we often fantasize that we can go far away one day.

Say goodbye to this noisy and crowded life that rotates at high speed like a wheel.

Say goodbye to the joy of this drunken champagne tonight.

Into the desert, into a foreign land, into the place where camel bells never ring.

Sow spring, sow ideals, sow our sincere promise of eighteen.

Leave a touching and tragic song, and let the weathered castle last forever.

At eighteen, we are no longer young.

Although the years are not yet on our bright foreheads.

Carve out the pain, hardships and frustrations.

But we have learned the responsibility on a man's shoulders.

I also learned how to use a pair of firm and deep eyes.

Pour out your passion silently to the person you love.

Eighteen, we are real men.

We are burning clouds of fire.

We don't want to be alone in this hurry.

We long for a quick and free life.

Light eighteen birthday candles

It also ignited our dream of being 18 years old.

We are real men.

We are a huge wasteland, suffering from lightning and storms.

We are not lonely or timid, and we will keep smiling.

At eighteen, we are indomitable men.