Long recitation of inspirational poems

Long recitation of inspirational poems 1: "Polishing Youth"

The mountain peak polished the night with its majestic back.

The dirt road in my hometown is full of songs from my childhood.

One old man after another.

A figure plowed with rough fingers

The mellow and lazy Chinese characters in my pen

I use the singing posture.

Stand up straight

Stand in a cold-resistant shape in the loneliness of hometown

Standing on my father's tall and thin spine.

No one can insult my Chinese characters.

Because my Chinese characters are full of lines that my mother scratched.

There is a mother at the entrance of the village, with a curved body like a river.

Some children never lie in their childhood.

Some brothers work in other places and reap love with virtue.

There are beautiful mountain girls who stay at home like Mulan.

I deal with China people with young shoulders.

Non-standard Mandarin is in the city center.

Carrying dreams in reinforced concrete

Fast food and steamed bread make me grow.

Grievance and humiliation are never at ease.

The scarred body smelled good when it fell.

I always believe that there will be a place for me to rest tomorrow.

There will be a new sun.

Krew Z Nosa

Polish your dreams

Young footsteps

like splitting a bamboo

friend

Do not hesitate.

Fly bravely with me

Long recitation of inspirational poems Part II: Happyness's pursuit

( 1)

The pursuit of happiness

I'll invite it in.

Like a reunited friend

but

I'll tell you it's in the wrong place

(2)

friend

You should follow the direction of the dark clouds crying.

Cross the river of blood

You can put those innocent refugees

Take it to any corner of the world.

Cave, crypt, seabed

Even if you live like a reptile

As long as you don't hear the nerve-racking gunfire

friend

You can also follow the melancholy stars.

Climb over that barren mountain (famous saying)

I saw a group of children behind the hill.

No need to bring McDonald's or KFC.

Bring flour, cotton-padded clothes and spring breeze.

By the way, bring the crayons I gave them

Teach them to draw beautiful dreams.

friend

That boring nursing home

You can also stay for a while.

Maybe you don't need to bring anything.

Listen patiently.

Listen to their nagging about the lost time.

Have time to go back to the bustling Cross Street.

Take a look at the vagrants in the city

Most people can meet stray cats and dogs.

Can you sing a song that lets loneliness slip away quietly?

friend

Families with power and wealth

You might as well take a walk.

If you smell the blood of those buildings,

Leave the bottle you brought from heaven.

Pure water that can purify the soul.

(3)

Let me walk you away, my friend.

Do you remember?

My ten-square-meter cabin

Soft Simmons

Warm cotton mattress

Delicious steamed bread

hot dishes

Warm a pot of rice wine

Light a cigarette

Soak in a cup of four seasons spring

The window is bright.

When I woke up in the morning,

Look at the unfathomable sky.

Thinking about an old dream that hasn't died yet.

I am filled with joy.

Please don't forget that your limbs are sound.

You can always sing and dance to your heart's content

You can take unforgettable moments.

You can volunteer where you need help.

You can go to the place where your daughter feels happy with you.

Now I am writing free poems with excitement.

Really, I've always been happy.

Inspirational Poetry Long Recitation Draft 3: No Youth

Although there is no fear of aging.

There is often a faint sadness in my heart.

No longer young, no longer energetic.

In front of everyone, he is already a vicissitudes of life.

Follow the footsteps of life

There is no bright spot in roughness.

There's nothing to find, just wait for death.

Once dreams, pursuits and hopes

I wonder how much time God can give me.

I don't know when the hand of death will reach out to me

I was born with sediment, and sediment died for sediment.

I think there is no difference between life and death.

Every time I look at snow and silver frost

No tears doesn't mean no feelings.

Shang Ruo is young, cherishes time, and sticks to what?

There may be something unusual about getting old.

Why do you know that time is ruthless when you are old?

Nowadays, no amount of sighs are superfluous.

If you have it, why not cherish it?

Only when you lose it will you know how precious it is.