Du Fu's poetry recital

English poetry reading manuscript (1) "These beautiful things will never die" These beautiful things will never die Author: Charles Dickens/Charles Dickens pure, bright, beautiful, all pure, brilliant and beautiful, which once stirred our young hearts, it strongly shocked our young hearts, pushed us to pray silently, and pushed us to do wordless. Let us dream of love and truth; The longing after loss, the treasure after loss, the longing of the spirit to cry, make the soul cry deeply and pursue better hope-these things will never disappear. These things will never disappear. Shyly lend a helping hand, lend a helping hand, when your brother is in need, when he is sad and in trouble, a kind word is enough to prove a friend's sincerity; Enough to prove a friend's sincerity; Begging for mercy softly, when the trial approaches, there is a sadness in the regretful heart, and these good things will not die. Don't let anything pass to every hand to pass warmth. There must be some work to be done on the earth. Do as much as you can; Don't miss the opportunity to awaken love-don't miss the opportunity to awaken love-be firm, upright and loyal; Firmness, integrity and loyalty; In this way, the light will not disappear. In this way, the light that shines on you from above and the light that shines on you from above will not disappear. The angel's voice says to you-you will hear the angel's voice say-these things will never die. These things will never disappear. English Poetry Recitation Manuscripts (2): Alfred Tennyson's Crossing the Bar and Call for Me Clearly! When I go out to sea, I hope there is no moaning of sandbars, but when the tide drawn from the boundless deep sea comes home again, the moving tide seems to be asleep, full of sound and foam. Twilight and dusk bells, and then the darkness! When I get on the boat, may there be no sadness of parting; Because beyond the boundary of our time and place, the flood may take me far away. I hope to meet my helmsman face to face when I have a sandbar. Red Tennyson, Alfie, Du Shazhu, the stars are born in the sunset, calling for a clear voice! May sand bamboo be quiet, and I will sail out to sea; The tide is like a dream, the sound of the waves seems to stop, and the waves rest; The depths of the sea come and go quietly. The bell will ring at dusk and the night will be covered! May there be no sadness in farewell, and board the ship and anchor; The torrent of the times, infinite time and space, took me away; Cross the sand-bead line and watch the pilot calmly. English Poetry Recitation (3): Oh, Captain! My captain! Captain walt whitman! My captain! Our terrible trip is over, the ship has withstood all kinds of tests, the trophy we are looking for has worn out, the port is near, I hear the bell, people are rejoicing, and with the eyes looking at the stable keel, the ship is cold and brave; But ah, heart! Heart! Heart! Ah, red blood drops! My captain lay on the deck and died cold. Ah, captain! My captain! Get up and listen to the bell; Get up-flags are flying for you-bugles are ringing for you, and bouquets and ribbons are presented for you-the crowds on the coast are crowded and shouting for you, and their eager faces turn; Here you are, captain! Dear father! This arm under your head; This is a dream. You fell on the deck and died of cold. My captain didn't answer, his lips were pale and motionless, my father couldn't feel my arm, he had no pulse and will; The ship has anchored safely and the voyage is over. From the terrible trip, the winner returned home with a full load; Rejoice, the coast! Ring, oh, the bell! But I, with a sad heart, walked on the deck where my captain was lying, fell cold and died. Captain! My captain! Walt whitman, captain! My captain! The terrible voyage has been completed; The ship experienced all the risks and achieved the expected goal. The harbor is in sight, the bell is ringing and people are rejoicing. Millions of eyes are fixed on the boat-steady, brave and firm. But it hurts! Sad! Sad! Look at a drop of red blood! My captain was lying on the deck, and he went down, cold and farewell. Ah, captain! My captain! Get up and listen to the bell; Get up, the horn rings for you, and the standard rises for you; Greeting you, how many bouquets and wreaths are waiting for you, and thousands of people flock to the shore; They shouted at you, gathered around and raised their eager faces; Ah, captain! Dear father! My arm holds your head! Is it a dream: on the deck, you went down, cold, farewell. My captain was silent, his lips were pale and motionless; Father didn't feel my arm, no pulse, no last words; The ship broke down and arrived safely; The voyage is over; The goal of returning home after a hard journey and winning. Ah, the bells on the shore are ringing, ah, people are rejoicing! However, I was on the deck, beside the captain, with a sad heart and heavy footsteps: because he fell, cold and farewell. English Poetry Recitation Manuscripts (4): To Cuckoo, william wordsworth. I heard you. I heard you. I'm glad. Oh, cuckoo! Can I call you a bird, or just a wandering voice? When I was lying on the grass, I heard your cry; From one mountain to another, it seems to come from far away and from near at the same time. Although you only talk to the valley of sunshine and flowers, you bring me a story of fantasy time. Welcome three times, baby of spring! Even you are not a bird to me, but an invisible thing, a mysterious voice; The same person I listened to when I was a student; That cry made me try my best to find it in the jungle, trees and sky. In order to find you, I often wander in the Woods and green spaces; You are still a hope, a love; Still eager, never seen. I can still listen to you; I can lie on the plain and listen until I have a golden age again. Oh, blessed bird! The earth we walk on seems to have become an illusory fairyland again; That's your home! To william wordsworth, the cuckoo, a happy new guest! When I heard your chirp, I was filled with joy; Ah, cuckoo, did I call you bird? Or is it a wonderful voice that echoes the clear moon from afar? When I was lying on the grass, I heard your duet: it seemed to spread from one mountain to another, it seemed to be near, and it seemed to be far away. Your song echoes in the valley, accompanied by prosperity and sunshine; You also brought me into the fantasy of recalling the past. I welcome you again and again. You are the forerunner of Yangchun. In my eyes, you are not a bird, but an invisible magical sound. It occurred to me that when I was a primary school student, I used to listen to the same song; I tried my best to find it, from the sky to the jungle. I often roam, in order to find you, stepping on the grass and through the jungle; I am still looking forward to it. Although I can't see it, you are still hope and love. Now that I'm lying on the plain, I can still hear your songs. I listened attentively until I remembered my golden childhood. The land we live in is ethereal and magical; This is a place to bless you to settle down, ah, happy bird, bless you! English Poetry Recitation (5): Spring comes from thomas nashe Spring, sweet spring, and it is a happy king of the year; Then everything blooms, then the girls dance in a circle, the cold no longer stings, and the beautiful birds sing, goo goo, goo goo, toot, toot! Palm trees and Maytrees make the country houses full of joy, lambs play, shepherds play flutes all day, and we hear birds singing happily, cuckoo, chirping, poof, poof, woo! The fields breathe the fragrance, daisies kiss our feet, young lovers meet, old wives sit in the sun, and on every street, our ears hear these tunes, goo goo, goo goo, poop-poop! Spring! Sweet spring! The spring in Tangmanashe, the sweet spring, the Yao and Shun in a year, is full of flowers and trees, surrounded by dancing daughters, slightly cool and clear and harmonious. Good birds are singing and chirping, brother, cut the wheat and insert a grain! The elm willow and hawthorn are all dressed up in Tian She's home. The lamb is swimming, the shepherd's flute is playing all day, the birds are always singing, and there is a melodious voice, chirp, chirp, brother, cut the wheat and insert a grain! Fragrant wind rippling in the countryside, daisies kissing people's heels, lovers in pairs, old women sitting in the sun, heading for any road, with sweet songs, chirping, chirping, brother, cut wheat, cut a grain! Spring! Sweet spring!