Modern poetry recitation praises spring 1 1 the hope of spring.
Winter beckons to us again and again.
Get in position and put on white clothes.
The cannon and I also put on seasonal camouflage.
A day when the north wind is blowing tighter and tighter.
Snow White is a good material.
Silence is also the norm.
The occasional racing day.
Squeeze out a faint smile on the position.
I saw it in a bitter smile
In fact, silence itself is also a disguise.
Location has stolen the seeds of spring.
Hold in your arms.
At the temperature of me and the cannon.
That's enough.
Hold on tight.
Covering heat
carefully
Afraid of accidentally popping up.
Stretching will dye the position green.
Dye the position red.
This will upset the sorting of seasons.
In that case
The spring can only be temporarily in position.
Quietly germinate
Grow up quietly
Then grow ears and eyes first
Listen to distant places.
Is peace still there?
Look far away.
Or smoke from the kitchen?
Well, just grow up quietly.
The coldest day
Spring in place
Never wither
2. Smile in Spring
At dawn, I saw it
There is a flower in the Baihua Garden.
The most fragrant and colourful.
It is the soul of poetry and it is very warm to read.
The surging snow makes me
A little more confidence.
You are persistent, inch by inch into eager eyes.
And all that nonsense.
Put it on the counter and rearrange it.
You use sweat and wisdom
Fill every void in life
Erase desolation
In the dawn, I also saw
Flocks of birds fly into the blue sky.
Yaoyao wishes you! ! !
3. Spring of life
Changing times
Stay away from the cold in winter
years as the song
Welcome a rich spring.
Spring with dreams.
Scatter the sunshine in your heart.
Spring is full of vitality.
Sow hope in the world
Spring brings a ballad.
Sing a nice song.
Spring brings beauty.
It's very colorful.
Spring is an eye-catching feast.
Spring is a colorful picture.
Spring rain moistens everything.
The soft spring breeze blew away the haze.
The tender bud is about to smile.
Qian Fan is floating in the surging spring.
Have a cup of light green tea.
Sing a beautiful poem
When you wake up from your dream, it's already spring.
Another year of spring welfare.
How much sadness and resentment has been diluted?
Say goodbye to the cold winter
Looking back and smiling is safe.
Push open the window lattice
The sea of hearts in spring will be brilliant.
As long as there is love in my heart
Even if it is cold in spring.
I can also feel the warm wind on my face.
This garden is full of the beauty/charm of spring.
Modern poetry recitation praises spring 2 "the footsteps of spring"
The footsteps of spring
gently
Walking gently towards you
Like a breeze in my heart.
In the pan
A year's wish
The footsteps of spring
It was the river that took off its frozen coat.
I want to wake up.
Fish sleeping at the bottom of the river
Afraid again
The proverbs of spring thunder.
Humidity and breathing
sunlight
The footsteps of spring
This is the color that the field yearns for after snow.
Dandelion, morning glory and green bristlegrass have not yet blossomed.
Chunfeng wants a banquet.
Tinkling green and fluttering purple
Afraid again
Offended the sleeping soil.
That little tenderness.
light yellow
The footsteps of spring
It is a wisp of smoke hanging in the mind of vagrants.
Mother has pasted bright red Spring Festival couplets on the door of the old house.
Boil the wanderer's heart to boiling heat.
Wipe a face of sunset
Afraid again
Carrying warm days
look around
Modern poetry recitation praises spring 3 i. "Spring is always beautiful"
Spring rides on the rhyme of the soul.
Come along.
The quiet wind passes through the warm sun.
Reality and illusion can wander freely.
Suck on your comfort.
Eyes full of color
High-spirited flowers
Wave bravely
Overcome illusion over and over again.
hope
It's all red around.
Past reincarnation
Who can escape the intoxication of this spring?
faraway place
The morning bell rings
When my soul cries
Start to go to the paradise of spring.
In the center of spring
There is a lot of envy that I am shy about.
Longing for the season of spring
My heart is broken for the dusk drum.
Eyes like water are eager.
Colorful butterfly dance
A ray of sunshine makes my heart beat with excitement.
Infatuated stamen
Tears of joy
hazy moonlight
Fall into fantasy
Floating through a lively dream in spring
Cover a warm song
To the perched birds.
A ray of tender care
earlier times
I feel sorry for the fallen flower.
A song of wind and rain weighs heavily on the wings of spring.
I can't afford to fly anymore.
Buried the loneliness of high mountains and flowing water
Leave a memory with nowhere to hide.
A thin soul
A reed flute flies into the distance.
Loneliness endured the desolation of the years.
Sadness overflowed the sigh in my dream.
But in the depths of memory
Spring is still fresh and beautiful
Drunk fantasy
Look at the flowers in front of you.
A lovesick bird
Circular thinking
The rhythm is charming.
Anxious to refresh oneself
A thousand years, ten thousand years.
Time passed quietly.
Reluctantly say goodbye
People passing by
Samsara is on the verge of pain.
The soul looks at each other with tears.
Feel speechless.
Second, "Spring Girl"
Miss Spring is here-
Which one of you knows,
How did she get here?
I know!
I know!
She comes from the south,
I was here the other day,
The good news is,
It was the swallow who told me.
Have any of you seen it,
What does she look like?
I know!
I know!
She is a little girl,
More beautiful than me,
Two watery eyes,
A braid is so long!
She was barefoot,
Pant legs arm in arm on knees;
On her arm,
There is a striking wicker basket hanging.
She crossed the river.
Walking slowly on the beach,
She bowed her head and sang softly,
That sounds like a flowing river. ...
Seeing her appearance,
Who will be happy;
Hearing her singing,
Everyone will be happy.
In her big wicker basket,
Filled with many things—
Red flowers and green grass,
And golden seeds.
She hung flowers on the tree,
And spread the grass on the ground;
Scatter seeds in the ground,
Let them grow green seedlings.
She walked on the ridge,
The cow looked up,
The calf bounced,
The lamb bleated. ...
She came to the village,
Every family is happy,
Orchard,
Open the door to welcome guests;
Those swimming pools,
Polishing;
When Miss Chun walked by,
Look in the mirror.
All kinds of birds,
Singing all kinds of songs,
Every bird says:
I am so happy in my heart! "
All kinds of birds,
Singing all kinds of songs,
Every bird says:
I am so happy in my heart! "
Only those ducks,
Can't fly or sing,
They just stood there,
Flapping their wings and laughing. ...
They said, "Miss Chun,
We have been waiting for you for a long time!
I hope you came!
We can't sing, hahaha ... "