Poetry is a literary genre with a certain rhythm and rhythm, which vividly expresses the author's rich feelings in highly concise language and reflects the social life in a concentrated way. The following is a modern classic recitation poem compiled by me for your reference!
Selected poems of modern classic recitation 1
Water-stopping orchid
Another autumn rain.
It rains like this.
Silent Cry
Broke the tranquility of this thousand-year-old city.
A seemingly happy face is actually unhappy.
If you are as weak as Daiyu.
I can't see my fingers.
The lost urchin came home from school.
Can you still see it?
A fuzzy smiling face wet with heavy rain.
A pale face of pain
The forgotten corner is still worth remembering.
Look at the beautiful flowers outside the window.
Affectionate rain, how can you bear to fall?
Tell the truth of prayer
Please have mercy and let her go.
Idle people with nothing to fish for.
Why don't you care about me when you wear hemp fiber?
Give a boo
I'm afraid I'll distract you.
Look at the watch on your wrist.
Why hasn't the person I knew at that time arrived yet?
What should I do?
Makes Iraqis so uneasy.
The floor covered with fine dust is brand new.
You are the first to bear the brunt.
Adjust the pointer of time.
Sit on the tower and wait for the news of your victory.
Meet you in the wind and rain
The flowers next to them are so petal-shaped and bare.
Dark clouds blocked the sunset.
Please don't be late for the next stop.
Selected Modern Classical Recitation Poems II
Ultimate poverty
I like the window that stands by and listens to the rain.
On a quiet night, the sound of ticking
Like cheerful notes.
Jump in my heart
The rain is ticking, and the silent night.
A diffuse breath
It always reminds me of yellowed memories.
Surging in front of my eyes
The past has passed, and it will never disappear.
My thoughts and hopes.
The sky is vast, where to find it?
My lost dream
The rain is ticking and quiet. At night.
Beating in my ear. be
A naughty song
It haunts my dreams.
Is it you or the story of time?
Excerpts from Modern Classic Recitation Poetry 3
A rain
Another rain
Please?Line?Up?
Waiting for a snow to sue God.
I
This river
A mountain road without water.
not yet
Become afternoon tea on the shore
spring
Has become an unpredictable dilemma.
I
This river
You can't get out.
A rain
Another rain
Please?Line?Up?
Can't wait for a snow to tell God.
Excerpts from Modern Classical Recitation Poetry 4
Late at night-
It is raining in Mao Mao.
Umbrella
A girl is walking in the street.
Wearing black hair
gently
Humming a faint tune
Cross the fork in the road
Walk into the alley
A girl with an umbrella.
In the heavy rain
Quietly again
-Appear
Through the crowd
On the rainy street
-Wandering
I approached the girl.
In the dark night
Dare not look up at her.
I dare not say:
Girl-
She is sad, or sad.
On a street without pedestrians
In silence
pace back and forth
Still singing a nice song
It's raining.
On a quiet street
I met.
This carefree girl
She has long black hair.
Walk under a street lamp
Nodded slightly at me.
Didn't say hello to me
I stopped.
Look at her slim figure.
No language.
The rain continued to fall.
Girl-her
It's far away
Walk into the deep rain
That number
And music.
Gradually
Gradually melt in the rainy night.
I'm standing in the street.
In the hazy drizzle
calmly
Go silently
Depth of rain
Excerpts from Modern Classical Recitation Poetry 5
Yuan
A bunch of wild roses.
No eyes, no enchanting.
A little delicate and elegant
Wait for the heartbeat
Touch lightly
Tender care
Gorgeous tent
love story
Walk one by one.
Not for fun.
Love is thin.
Lang left without looking back.
When withering
Sleep with the grass
dance with the wind
It's so romantic
How can it be?
Tears are buried, leaving no trace.
Kusatsu memorial service
A bunch of withered
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