A modern poem suitable for reading aloud 1 Dedicated to Youth
Even in the dark
I can read your outline, too
Even in the garden
I can feel your heartbeat, too.
I see
Youth is a poem that cannot be surrounded by night.
Youth is a dance that flowers can't surround.
Youth is the winding of running water.
Youth is the passion of volcanic eruption.
But you must remember.
The meteor of youth
just this once
Crossing the horizon of life
Long live the youth Wang Mengxu
All the days, all the days have come,
Let me weave for you with the golden thread of youth,
The flower ring of happiness weaves you.
There is singing and laughing on the boat, dancing on the campus under the moon,
Walking in the drizzle, marching in the early morning of the first snow,
There are also fierce arguments, a beating and warm heart. ...
It is a day that has passed in a blink of an eye, and it is also a day full of reverie.
One wish after another is blurred, like spring rain,
We have time, strength and firm belief.
We are eager to live and fly in the sky.
It's a simple day, but also a changeable day.
Everything in the vast world surprises us.
Never cheerful, never indifferent,
Tears, laughter and deep thought are all the first time.
Go straight, go straight,
I move forward happily in my life,
What a heavy burden, I will not be weak,
No matter how fierce the battle is, I will not lose face;
One day, after cleaning the gun, the machine and the sweat,
I miss you and greet you.
Look at you proudly
Chun Qing Author: Xi Murong
All endings have been written.
All the tears have also flowed out.
I suddenly forgot what kind of beginning this was.
On that ancient summer day that is gone forever.
No matter how hard I pursue it,
Young you are just passing by.
And your smile is extremely shallow.
Gradually disappeared into the mist after sunset.
Then open the yellow title page.
Fate has bound it badly.
I watched it again and again, and tears filled my eyes.
But I have to admit.
Youth is a book that is too hasty.
Young Yu Man
The past can only be recalled.
When memories like honey become bitter
Thoughts are floating in the clouds
Wonderful writing
Youth stories that shock the soul.
The restless youth lingered in the music.
Because this is a perfect country.
A mentality that no one can understand.
This is a lonely
Innocent heart (of a child)
fine-sounding words
Intoxicating music
Beautiful mood story
Complain bitterly
Unwilling to compromise
A dream I don't want to give up.
Refuse to bow easily
Because young
A fragrant mind
Unable to be transparent
Can't be white
Language binds the mind.
Youth is no longer a pure white color.
The absence of youth is a beautiful note.
Confusion is only an occasional mistake.
Tears are the tenderness of youth.
fly a kite
Vague thoughts
A pair of wings will choose to fly.
The sea will not choose to hurt.
regretless youth
Without the vicissitudes of music.
Feelings can never be overcome.
The natural changes of life
A brief glory
Transient beauty
Burning youth
Memory is a breeze.
Memories are beautiful dreams.
Memories are the fragrance left by yesterday.
The charm of the years
The cause of tears
Wang Guozhen's Love Life.
I don't think about whether I can succeed or not.
Now that I have chosen a distant place,
I only care about the hardships.
I don't think about whether I can win love.
Because I like roses,
Just show your sincerity bravely.
I don't think about whether there will be cold wind and rain behind me.
Because the target is the horizon.
Only the back is left to the world.
I don't think about whether the future is flat or muddy.
As long as you love life.
Everything is expected.
If you are not happy enough, by Wang Guozhen.
If you are not happy enough
Don't frown.
Life is short.
Why cultivate bitterness?
Open dusty doors and windows.
Let the sunshine and rain spread all over every corner.
Vilen moves towards life.
Let the wind iron your forehead.
Broadness can dilute sadness.
Dark colors can cover light colors.
Wang Guozhen's Beyond Yourself.
We can cheat others.
But you can't deceive yourself.
As we move towards a prosperous May,
Youth is no longer mysterious.
Upward road
It's always stumbling
Always keep the original romance.
Really not easy
Someone is sad.
Some people are happy.
When we crossed a high mountain,
I also crossed a real self.
Modern poems suitable for reading aloud II. Tea dances lightly.
Qingwucha
A pen tip that walks with thought
Smart words
Elf with fingertips jumping
fly
deduct
Lively and lovely elf.
That's the soul
fly freely
Years are like clouds.
Mowu Fengqing
Mo se pu yi Lu Shi Xiang
Experience a deep beauty of Qingyuan.
now
Wake up and see the balcony, the moon is like a string.
When the mind is strong.
Describe the country as picturesque in an understatement.
The serenity of dancing with ink.
Warm and dotted with mountains and rivers
The myth of relying on calligraphy
Elegant and quiet, the soul blends.
The wind is silent.
The moon like a hook
Fingertip light dance
The mountains and rivers are still clear
Starry sky on a cold night
The cold wilderness is desolate.
Wine is easy to promote ink and light dance.
waning crescent moon
Reminds me of my childhood, and I have many feelings.
Beating spirit
Is the protagonist of ink dance
The wind has died down.
Beautiful melody
A touch of bright glaze on cloisonne
Color crosses blue and white porcelain.
The tenderness of persistent and light entanglement
Like a crowned phoenix.
The scenery along the way
Warmth is accompanied by emotion.
Beauty of entering the heart
A haunting thought
Meet like a poem
Miss who likes tea.
Sitting in a corner of the world of mortals
Between laughter and laughter
Tell the world what needs to be done.
Dance with calm beauty.
A persistent
Ink flowers bloom
Jin Jian sheng Xiang
Yu zhi Nong xian
Ink dance, auspicious clouds and waves.
The feeling of meeting
With an honest heart and a rich hug.
Kiss the intoxicating breeze
A thin pen
Full of memories
Stories along the way
In memory
Leave eternal warmth
beautiful
Shiny ink flower
By ink color
See the morning sun
Looking for the rhyme of red beans
Plant it in my lines.
Let the ink dance move.
The charm of modern poetry suitable for reading aloud
Words have unparalleled charm.
Can penetrate the virtual world,
Taste the truth,
Read the dialogue of the heart from it,
Understand the true meaning of life!
In silent language,
The ink is pure and sincere to each other.
Let a little bit be moved and keep it in mind.
Bring a mutual friend,
Gently twist a wisp of ink,
Strolling through charming poems and paintings.
I don't know when,
Fall in love with the smell of words,
Even breathing is the fragrance of language,
In my spare time,
Always doodling.
Spring takes root in words;
Summer is full of passion in words;
Autumn is the bleak and vicissitudes in the text;
Winter is romantic and affectionate in words.
A warm and soft brocade,
Play this beating heart string.
Swing all the way,
Enriched a happy life.
Words are a bridge to build friendship in space,
Although I have never met before,
But it witnessed sincerity,
Every time I see a familiar language,
Warm and heartfelt greetings,
As cool as a breeze,
As fresh as spring rain,
Moisten the soft heart,
Warm and fragrant.
In the greetings at the beginning of the new year,
Smart and enthusiastic,
In Xue Mei's love story,
Bloom its pale and delicate face,
It's so elegant,
So quiet,
I am beautiful in silence.
Fell in love with words,
Fingertips have been dancing!
In the world of words, the mind is quiet and beautiful.
Love dances in language,
Love sublimates in words.
Elegant fleeting time,
In the tree of time,
Bloom elegant flowers.
A brief time to write a relaxed narrative,
Thoughts lit by sandalwood,
Elegant Mo Yun,
It has become the warmth of walking on paper.
Heart,
A wisp of cloud rises with words.
Until it becomes,
The blooming of lotus.
Everyone who loves words,
Will be captured by the meaning of words,
I also believe that words have souls,
Beautiful encounters will be remembered forever.
Words,
A warm feeling, warmth,
Warm people and warm years.
Sincere blessing!
Stories along the way,
The soft melody composed by the lyrics,
Jingmei has been discredited season after season.
On the other side of time,
Care and blessing,
Bloom like water.
Word elf
Dance shows the splendor of life.
Modern poetry suitable for reading 4 Waiting for you in the rain by Yu Guangzhong;
Waiting for you in the rain, in the rainbow rain.
The cicada falls and the frog rises.
A pool of red lotus is like a red flame in the rain.
It doesn't matter whether you come or not, but do you think
Every lotus is like you.
Especially through the dusk, through the drizzle.
Eternity, instant, instant, eternity
Waiting for you outside time and within time,
Waiting for you, in an instant, in eternity.
If your hand is in my hand, at this moment.
If your qingfen
In my nostrils, I would say, little lover.
No, this hand should be picking lotus, in the Wu Palace.
This hand should be
Shake a handle of cinnamon pulp on Mulan boat.
A star hangs on the cornice of the science museum.
Hanging like an eardrop
Swiss watch says it's seven o'clock, and suddenly you come.
Red-violet after the rain, Pian Pian, there you are.
Like a poem.
You come from a love story.
From Jiang Baishi, rhymes, there you are.
Modern poem 5 "Embrace Spring" is suitable for reading aloud.
Happy wandering
In the soft spring breeze,
Among the green leaves of willows,
In the cuckoo's cry,
On the bright side of flowers,
We saw the beautiful spring.
Sentimental in spring,
It uses the deep affection of leaves, delicate flowers and lingering wind.
Weave charming dreams for us.
Spring is warm,
The sun is shining, the breeze is weaving, and the spring rain is like milk.
It sows the seeds of hope in people's hearts,
Brew a beautiful fragrance.
Spring is the season of sowing,
Spring is the season of farming,
Spring breeze floats in the air,
Bring a little hope,
Flowers in bud,
Is telling the story of spring.
In spring, our feelings are fresh every day.
The sun is shining, the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant.
In spring, our mood is full of passion every day.
Sow ideals, sow hope!
Spring is not only a season,
It is also a kind of mood.
Spring is not only the beginning of the revival of sleeping things,
It is also the awakening of people's minds.
Looking at the rippling willow branches and all kinds of flowers,
What do you think,
What to expect,
What can you expect?
Into the spring,
Let us feel the breath of spring happily,
Feel the warmth of spring comfortably.
Let's listen to the footsteps of spring quietly,
Striking the strings of life with the soul,
Embrace the spring of life warmly!
Modern poem 6 "Prophecy" is suitable for reading aloud.
Author: He Qifang
This heartbeat day has finally arrived.
The footsteps of the sighing night are approaching.
I can't hear the whispers of leaves and the night wind clearly.
The graceful hoof sound made by elk when they galloped on the moss path.
Tell me, tell me with your bell.
Are you a young god in prophecy?
You must come from the warm south,
Tell me the moonlight there, the sunshine there,
Tell me how the spring breeze blows open the flowers.
How the swallows fell madly in love with Populus davidiana.
I will fall asleep in your dreamy singing,
I seem to remember that warmth, but I seem to forget it.
Please stop and stop your long journey.
Come in, there's a tiger mattress for you to sit on.
Let me burn the fallen leaves I pick up every autumn,
Listen to me sing my own song in a low voice.
That song will be as gloomy and high as fire,
Fire will tell the life of fallen leaves.
Don't go forward, there is an endless forest ahead.
The ancient trees are marked by wild animals,
Half-dead vines and pythons are intertwined,
There is no place for the stars in the thick leaves.
You will be too timid to let go of the second step,
When you hear the empty echo of the first step.
Do you have to go? When I walk with you,
My feet know every safe way,
I can keep singing the songs I forgot,
I will give it to you, I will give it to you.
The night cut us off,
You can look me in the eye in the blink of an eye.
You didn't listen to my exciting song,
Your feet won't stop because of my trembling,
Like a quiet breeze blowing through this dusk,
Disappeared, lost your proud voice,
Ah, you finally lost your tongue as predicted,
Young God, can't you speak when you die?