A poem suitable for reciting for 5 minutes

Original publisher: es 1s95 Xi Murong's A Flowering Tree, a high school girl, with buds blooming in early spring. This poem is perfect. I can touch the listener's time without affectation. Grasping it well is an advantage. The body of the poem: How can you meet me at my most beautiful moment? For this reason, I have been chanting Buddha for 500 years. Let's form a dusty Buddha. So I became a tree, growing in the sun along the way you must go. It was the hope of my previous life. When you approach, please listen carefully to the trembling sound of leaves, which is my waiting enthusiasm. When you finally walk past the friend who fell behind you, it's not the petals, but my withering. My heart (to the Oak Author) (to the Oak Author) If I love you-I will never learn from the spoony bird and repeat the monotonous song for the shade, not only like spring, but also bring cool comfort all year round; It is not just like a dangerous peak, it increases your height and sets off your dignity. Even during the day. Even spring rain. No, these are not enough! I must be a kapok beside you, standing with you as a tree. Roots, close to the ground, leaves, lingering in the clouds. Every time a gust of wind blows, we greet each other, but no one understands us. You have your copper branches and iron stems, like knives, swords and halberds; I have my red flowers, like a heavy sigh and like a heroic torch. We share cold waves, storms and lightning; We * * * enjoy the mist, flowing haze and rainbow, as if we were separated forever, but we were dependent on each other for life. This is great love, this is loyalty: love-not only your stalwart body, but also the position you insist on, the land under your feet. 961min Zhong Zhen's is too short. I think poetry is more suitable. If you like an article that is euphemistic and sad, but does not lose pride, then this song "Water Tone" is more appropriate. When will there be a bright moon in mink head? I take my glass from a distance. I don't know about palaces in the sky. What year is tonight? I'm willing to ride the wind to the sky, I'm afraid I can't stand the cold for nine days in a pavilion of fine jade. Dance to find out what shadows look like on the earth. The moon turned into a scarlet pavilion, hanging low on the carved window, shining on the sleepy self. There should be no hate, what is biased towards other times? People have joys and sorrows, and the moon is full of yin eyes. It was difficult to accomplish in ancient times. I hope people will live for a long time and have a good scenery thousands of miles away. The following "Pearl Shell" is mild in tone, but profound in meaning and short in style, which is more suitable for short reading. Pinctada (Lin Qingxuan) has a kind of shellfish called Pinctada. After the pearl shell is injured, it will gradually form pearls at the injured area. People should also cultivate the essence of reshaping wounds and change the wounds of life into beautiful pearls, just like pearls. Therefore, the pain of life is not terrible. I'm afraid that without the quality of pearl oyster, the pain can't be transferred, which will accelerate the pace of death like ordinary shellfish. The first article below has deep feelings in it, so you don't have to read too slowly, just moderately, and you will definitely finish it in one minute. Home gave my mother the color she gave me, and also conveyed my reappearance and seclusion, and my indifference to the eyes of my white father. This is a beautiful name. Where I am too attached, when the lights go out, only one light is off, only one yellow light, only one door left unlocked. Whether you fly across the world or walk across the ends of the earth, there is always a lamp behind the door, because it has a beautiful name. In contrast, the following Homesickness is slightly shorter. I think we should make full use of 1 minute. The song of homesickness is the flute of Qingyuan, which always rings on a moonlit night. The face of my hometown is a vague melancholy, like waves in the fog. After parting, homesickness is a tree without rings and will never grow old! The following is a short passage, which looks a bit long. But you don't have to worry, because this article uses more parallelism, and you will speak a little faster when reading parallelism. I think the content of this article is also good, and the sentence pattern of parallelism can reflect your language fluency. Just pause between paragraphs. You can read it in a minute. You don't have to argue with your classmates for one sentence, get to the bottom of one thing, worry about one criticism, and be opinionated about one thing. You should learn to give in. Like the sea, it will rise and fall. When you watch the low tide of the sea, you are so humble and broad-minded, leaving a little bit of joy on the beach, always making people pick up something, always making people think about something, and always making people feel his kindness. Take a step back in life and be calm. Concession is a virtue and an art in life; It is the tempering of will and the accumulation of explosive power; Is to break the net with silent impact and melt the ice with invisible flame. Tolerant concession makes you look smart, open-minded, enthusiastic, cheerful, sharp, powerful, greedy and jealous. What he gets is only temporary satisfaction, but what you have is infinite happiness-real happiness in life! Youth loves to swallow dusk, the smoke in the south of the Yangtze River blows the evening breeze, and the sunset clouds crowd people. In March before you, your sudden arrival made me stay in trouble sleeping, Chun Xue. The coupling of the gas field stems from the natural temperament like a magnet, and you also suck away all the drunken dust and vulgarity. It is a fresh hibiscus flower scattered on you, just like an angel coming to earth to carve it naturally. No one can stop your free and easy feelings. It's not a whim to clone yourself later. You blame me for my perfunctory words, saying that love has spent all its strength on others, and you have devalued my vows. Dear, before I am sure that you and I have nothing to do, please give me more time to eat some red beans, teach me how to reduce your lovesickness, and say that I am really used to madness and stupidity, and you stole my old style.