Emotional prose reading aloud

When the reader recites with emotion, the audience will be infected unconsciously, which is the role of emotion. I have arranged the emotional prose reading for your reference.

emotional prose reading article 1

The river of years has passed relentlessly. When youth is gone and the face is old, what is left? Looking up at the starry sky, I asked myself again and again, where should I go down to earth? This rhetorical question one by one asks how much happiness, but how much bitterness and helplessness are unknown. Happiness is full of hope for tomorrow, but what is helpless is where the road of tomorrow should go.

I remember some people say that the post-8s generation is not enough to shoulder their due social responsibilities. However, they used their actions to explain what it means to dare to take responsibility. In the Wenchuan earthquake and the Olympic volunteer meeting, their backs were the most beautiful. Every time I think about this, how can we take responsibility for the young post-9s generation? We don't want to sink, we won't erase our own light, we should call and shout loudly, my youth is my master, my youth should dare to take responsibility, and build a bridge that belongs to us with youth.

I like looking up at the blue sky, looking up at the pure blue sky. I think that's the color of the sea, so blue, so clean, just like an overturned blue ink bottle, rendering it. The color of youth is the color of the sky, the color of the sea, and the color rendered by the overturned blue ink bottle. The blue of youth is passionate, uplifting and inspiring us to move forward. Our youth, looking up and shouting at the blue sky and whistling at the sea, is our inexhaustible fighting spirit and our oath of never giving up.

Life is like a long journey, a peak of youth's honest travel. Laughter, crying and tears at this age are the most beautiful scenery in the journey, and it is precisely because of these that our youth will be so beautiful and wonderful. In the traveling train, we will enjoy our youthful colors.

Zhang Ailing wrote down her youth with her pen, and Shui Mu Nianhua interpreted their youth in that era with songs. Those vows that never grow old, those memories that never fade, the so-called memories of youth, occupies a position in your heart, which can't be erased, but it is so real, like the wind, like the wind. I am the master of my youth, but in this bleak youth, I should leave something behind, leave the bits and pieces that have disappeared, at least to prove that I have been here and I have walked.

I have a dream, a dream that has been in my mind for a long time, and I still can't let it go now. It is a vision, a yearning, a youthful dream that belongs to me, a person and a youthful dream of Tibet. At that time, I turned mountains and waters into stupas, not to repair the afterlife, but to meet you on the way. I believe that one day I will go on the road with my ideals and go with my youth to the place where I am haunted. I will sprinkle that land with my youth and irrigate it with my blood. I love that land so deeply that time did not wait for me. Did I forget to go with you, or did you never wait for me? I haven't set sail yet, and you have already gone far away. However, my youth is gone forever. Cherish every minute of it. Youth is so valuable that money is hard to change.

Plato said: Time takes everything away, and it will change your name, appearance, personality and destiny over the years. Youth is like ice. You hold the ice in your arms and it melts, only to find that youth is gone.

In your youth, shout out your heart and your passion.

Reading Emotional Prose 2

Appreciating Touching Prose

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The friend around the man named Dad

mentioned his father, and what impressed me most was either smoking, drinking or gambling.

After listening, I secretly felt happy. It seems that Dad is not a three-good man, but a n-good man, hehe!

Dad, an ordinary farmer, doesn't like smoking, drinking or gambling. He is responsible, loves his wife and his daughter?

Dad occasionally carries a pack of cigarettes in his pocket, but he doesn't smoke. He just takes it out to put on a show when he gets together with his buddies, and occasionally smokes one or two, and then puts it out.

Dad can't drink at all. I remember once, at someone else's wedding banquet, he was forced to make a toast. Jing's head was a little dizzy and he got up to leave. Unexpectedly, he stumbled, his forehead came into close contact with the corner, and then he posted a band-aid for a whole week. As a result, in his mind, wine was even worse!

Dad never gambles, because he hates it. He says that it is the work of people who are not doing their jobs. If he wins, he wants to win more, and he loses. He wants to win back the lost, but he is not a gambler. If he gambles, he will win. It is more practical to buy food with that spare money! Don't think that dad's life is no fun. Reading books and watching the news are his greatest fun!

to be honest, in my opinion, my father still loves my mother very much. I still remember that my mother was in poor health and worked outside, so my father called me from time to time. Destroy? Mom's willpower says that it is better to go home and enjoy life if you earn so little money. There is no shortage of that money at home. In fact, dad is distressed by mom and it is not worth exhausting his body for so little money. Secondly, mom is not here, and dad feels that there is no one to talk to. But in the end, mom still went back, hey hey!

It is said that my daughter was my father's lover in his last life, and I think this is not unreasonable!

I remember that when I was in junior high school, the climate was hot and cold in late spring and early summer. I thought it would be summer, and I only brought cool clothes. Unexpectedly, the next day, there was a rainstorm, and the temperature plummeted, thinking that I would freeze to death. At this moment, my father drove in the heavy rain, just to send me a cotton-padded coat. When he left, he told me? Put it on, will you? ! Looking at dad's drifting back, a thin figure has already burst into tears!

another time, it was worrying? A minor disaster? My father, who lived a leisurely life, panicked and worried. When he was a sophomore, he fell asleep from the bed and fell into the hospital. My mother said that she couldn't close her eyes when she got a call from me at three or four in the morning. I couldn't wait for it to dawn immediately. At dawn, my father bought a ticket for Xianyou to Zhangzhou and rushed to the hospital to take me home without stopping. I know, from the moment I received the phone call, every minute was so hard on my father. Sorry, my daughter worried you!

Fortunately, I recovered slowly after going home for a month. I don't know how many hearts my father broke during that time!

The man who loves me the most in the world sometimes makes me feel distressed when I look at his back.

I only wish my father good health and a safe life!

If there is an afterlife, I hope to be my parents and repay my father!

love you, dad. good night!

emotional prose reading 3

Father loves mountains

On the twelfth night of the first month of 1975, my friends and I were running wildly in the street. My father called me home and said in a consultative tone: Are you going to Handan or not? Although I will go to junior high school after the winter vacation, the farthest place to go out is the location of the commune five miles away, and I have never even been to the county. When I heard that I was going to Handan, I was naturally happy. Mother explained at the side:? Our private plots are few, and the food in the team is not enough to eat. If we don't turn this cabbage into cash, we will have to stop eating at home before the first month. You went to watch the car for your dad. ? So under the mother's watch. My father and I walked to Handan, 7 miles away, pulling a row of sharp cabbages.

hurry and hurry, and it's just dawn in Handan. I sold it for a whole day at the intersection market of Sucao, but there was still a small part left when it got dark, so I had to make plans to live. Most of the cabbages can't sell for a few dollars, so they naturally dare not stay in hotels. After eating the steamed corn bread with cold ice from home, they go to the city. At that time, there was still a distance between Su Cao and the city, with vegetable fields in the middle. In the present Hanguang Club area, I stopped at the gate of an unknown unit, and there was a heating pipe in the north of the door. ? Come on, sleep here. ? My father spread a sack on the ground and told me to lie down against the heating pipe. I was wrapped up with a quilt when I used it, for fear that the quilt would fall off, and I was loosely tied with the heating pipe with a rope. Hungry and tired, I soon fell asleep, while my father stayed with the vegetable cart until dawn in the cold night. When I think about it later, I always blame myself: why didn't I think of giving my father a rest at that time?

My mother died of illness in 198, and I was admitted to school, which made the family in financial difficulties worse. In order to subsidize my school living expenses, my father wanted to do some small business, but he didn't have the capital. My father cooked the sweet potatoes he bought from other places this winter before selling them. Along the Fuyang River in Yongnian, I accidentally fell down with my car. At that time, the river was very big. If it hadn't been caught by trees on the river slope, it might have been very dangerous. My father never said anything about it, but I heard it from a fellow villager a few years later. At that time, the fellow villager went to Guangfu to go to the market and happened to pass by here to help my father move the car to the riverside. The fellow villager said in fear:? The river below is so big that it would have fallen if it hadn't been stopped by trees. ?

My father is a strong-willed man. At home, as long as he stares, my sister and brother are afraid to speak. Although he is illiterate and can't tell the truth, his love for his daughter is so heavy and passionate.

My brother and sister have all got married separately. In 1993, my brother and I moved to Handan again. In addition, due to busy work, there were fewer opportunities to go back to see my father. His old man lived alone in his hometown, but he never complained. One winter, just after the heavy snow, my wife went back to her hometown's original unit to go through the salary formalities and came back and said to me: The old man's life at home is quite good. If I hadn't gone back, I would have sent onions to our house by bike, for fear that we would have no food in jiaozi on the winter solstice. ? Thanks to dissuasion, the heavy snow on the road has not disappeared, and the car dare not drive fast, let alone a 7-year-old man riding a bicycle.

The year before last, on the first day of the tenth lunar month, my brother went back to burn paper for his mother. When he came back, he talked about his father, and his face was dignified. There is nothing wrong with my dad's health, except that he is old, bent over and has lost all his teeth. My dad asked me to tell you that if there is nothing important, don't run back and remember him. When I left, my dad kept giving me two miles of land, so he had to give me his lighter. ? Later, around my father, my brother and I talked a lot more, and finally we all shed tears. Because this heavy fatherly love really makes people sad.