A poem about the broadcast host 1 Beautiful poems with their own manuscripts
The rain lane is holding an oil-paper umbrella and wandering alone in a long, long and lonely rain lane. I hope to meet a girl as sad as lilac. She is as sad as a lilac, as sad as a lilac in the rain. She lingered in this lonely rain lane with an oil-paper umbrella. She is as cold and sad as I am. What makes her sad is that she approaches silently. Take another breath. She is drifting like a dream, sad and confused like a dream, and floating around me like a clove. She walked silently towards the decaying fence. The rain lane disappeared in the sad song of the rain, her color dispersed and her fragrance dissipated. Even her sighing eyes, supported by an oil-paper umbrella, wandered alone in a long, long and lonely rain lane.
2. Poems suitable for reciting
hello
I studied radio host.
You asked the right person.
Gu Cheng &; lt； Wall >
Yu Guangzhong < Homesickness >
More suitable for girls is Xi Murong &; lt； A flowering tree >;
And Lin's&; lt； You are April day on earth >
These are not common and suitable for stage expression.
In fact, there are many good poems. The important thing is to see your grasp of the work. Come on! !
The first two have nothing to do with love.
You are April day on earth, which seems to be about love, but it is not.
Only flowering trees are.
Recommend more
I love this land, Ai Qing.
Believe in the future
Paper boat ice core
3. Poetry and prose suitable for announcers.
When the senior high school entrance examination was broadcast, the teacher recommended Rain Lane by the modern poet Dai Wangshu. The artistic conception of this poem comes from Huanxisha, and Dai Wangshu won the title of "Rain Lane Poet" with this poem.
It takes a high level to understand the artistic conception in poetry. I hope I can help you. I wrote the following poem for you. (Note: I am a girl, so the teacher recommended Gorky's "Haiyan". If it is a boy, I will write it for you below. ) With an oil-paper umbrella in the rain lane, I wander alone in a long, lonely rain lane,/hoping to meet a girl as sad as lilac.
/She is/lilac-like color,/lilac-like fragrance,/lilac-like sadness,/sadness in the rain,/sadness and hesitation; /She wanders in this lonely rain lane,/Holding an oil-paper umbrella/Like me,/Like me/Silent/indifferent, sad and melancholy. /She approached silently,/approached, and gave a sighing look/She drifted/dreamlike,/dreamlike, sad and confused.
/Like a dream/Lilac field,/This girl walked by me; /She walked away silently, walked away,/walked towards the crumbling fence,/walked through the rainy lane. /In the elegy of the rain,/Her color faded,/Her fragrance dispersed,/Even her sighing eyes/Lilac's melancholy.
/Holding an oil-paper umbrella, wandering alone in a long, long, lonely rain lane,/Hope drifting/Like lilacs/A sad girl Haiyan is not only a colorful lyric poem, but also an oil painting with musical rhythm and fluidity. It combines the characteristics of poetry and prose, and shows the beauty of music and painting of poetry. The style of writing is rough and bold, magnificent, colorful and emotional, which gives people a strong artistic appeal.
"Haiyan" Gorky is in the vast sea, and the wind gathers dark clouds. Between the dark clouds and the sea, Haiyan flies proudly like black lightning.
One moment its wings beat the waves, and the other moment it went straight into the dark clouds like an arrow. It cried-in the brave cry of birds, the dark clouds heard the joy. In this cry-full of longing for the storm! In this cry, the dark clouds heard the power of anger, the flame of enthusiasm and the confidence of victory.
Seagulls groaned before the storm came-groaned, and they flew around the sea, trying to hide their fear of the storm into the depths of the sea. The sea ducks are also moaning-they, the sea ducks, can't enjoy the joy of life and fighting: the rumbling thunder scares them.
Stupid penguins timidly hide their fat bodies under the cliff ... only the arrogant petrel, brave and free, flies in the bubble sea! Dark clouds are getting darker and lower, pressing against the sea, while the waves are singing and rushing to the sky to meet the thunder. Thunder roared.
Waves cry in angry water droplets and contend with the wind. You see, the strong wind tightly rolled up layers of huge waves and slammed them on the cliff, smashing these large jadeites into dust and dust.
Haiyan cried and flew, like black lightning, like an arrow through the dark clouds, and its wings swept up the water droplets of the waves. Look, it flies like an elf,-a proud black storm elf,-it's laughing, it's howling ... it's laughing at those dark clouds, it's howling happily! This sensitive spirit-it has long recognized sleepiness from the thunder, and is convinced that dark clouds can't cover the sun-yes, they can't! The wind roared past ... thunder roared ... piles of dark clouds, like blue flames, burned in the bottomless sea.
The sea catches lightning arrows and extinguishes them in its own abyss. These lightning shadows, like salamanders, meander in the sea and disappear in an instant.
-Storm! A storm is coming! This is the brave Haiyan, flying proudly in the roaring sea and in the middle of lightning; This is the prophet of victory shouting: "Let the storm come more violently.
4. Poems suitable for reciting
First, are you a boy or a girl? Girls recommend youth.
All endings have been written.
All the tears have also flowed out.
Suddenly forgot.
What kind of beginning?
in ancient times
A summer gone forever.
No matter how hard I pursue it,
Young you
It's like passing clouds.
And your smiling face
Extremely shallow and light
Gradually become unknown
Clouds after sunset
Then open the yellow title page.
Fate predestined it.
Extremely clumsy
With tears in my eyes
I read it again and again.
But I have to admit.
youth
This is a sloppy book.
Three minutes will be no problem!
Rhythm must be important if you recite it, boys. That's it, North Island
[answer]
Mean is the passport of the mean,
Nobleness is the epitaph of noble people,
Look, in the golden sky,
Full of twisted reflections of the dead.
The ice age is over,
Why is there ice everywhere?
The Cape of Good Hope was discovered,
Why did Qian Fan compete in the Dead Sea?
I came into this world,
Just paper, rope and numbers,
Before the trial,
Read those condemned voices.
Tell you what, world.
I don't believe it.
Even if you have a thousand challengers under your feet,
Then count me as 10 1.
I don't believe the sky is blue,
I don't believe in the echo of thunder,
I don't believe that dreams are false,
I don't believe in death without retribution
If the ocean is destined to burst its banks,
Let all the bitterness pour into my heart,
If land is destined to rise,
Let mankind choose the peak of survival again.
New turning points and shining stars,
Let the sky have nothing to hide.
This is a 5000-year-old hieroglyph,
Those are the eyes that people will stare at in the future.
5. Prose poems suitable for broadcasting and hosting exams.
[feet of water and heart]
Wet a mouthful of white tea, full of happiness, nothing else
Inadvertent touch, the cup poured out tea, dripping light green warmth. Blending for nearly a foot, there are fewer happy days, leaving a long night of sadness and pain.
Water drops splashed everywhere, piercing the rustling in the morning, turning white as snow and reflecting bamboo as green, gently stirring the past.
Things have changed, and now I have no other thoughts. Looking at the flowers in spring, my heart is full and the moon is full, and I feel scared quietly.
Between Panzhihua and Panzhihua, there is a pool of complicated thoughts under the powder snow. I remember the word "feet of water" and now I have a lot of thoughts in my heart.
The stone floated into the water, and the water in the pool was turbulent and rippled in circles.
This wave didn't stop, and it started again and again, melting endlessly.
Why forget your worries and play the piano and sing poetry and wine songs?
A foot of water is full of thoughts.
One foot, the rules were engraved all over the courtyard, and the autumn wind swept away the fallen flowers, leaving a faint place.
A flower is a world.
If the heart is like a mirror, it is still like water, and it doesn't flow, it is more stable to stop water. Then, this clever earth looks up at Lang Lang Gan Kun, and within ten squares, it is naturally trapped between these squares.
In ancient times, there was a mountain called "Square Inch".
Clouds don't disperse all the year round, and they flow all the year round. To cultivate bamboo in Maolin, we must struggle around the stars, clean the turbulence and lean on the sun and the moon. Between the virtual mountain and the deep water, it is to use the meaning of heaven and earth to resist the change of six qi.
One mountain and one person. Is one foot lightly into the world, the other foot detached into the delicate. Hermits don't want to be lonely.
Running water does not return, it is close at hand, what is lost is no longer, and now I feel sad.
Keep your heart, affection and vigilance between noises.
Heart, desolate, no distractions.
Today, this is by no means true.
Water, if you are wise.
Ruler, measuring device is small and big.
Wet a mouthful of white tea, full of happiness, nothing else.
6. What poems can the host quote when introducing himself?
Hello everyone! My name is * * * from * *. Before I came to the interview, I had been thinking about how to make all the teachers here have a clear and comprehensive understanding of me in a short time, so I brought eight flowers. Born in June, I like plum blossoms, hate rhetoric, pay attention to rhetoric, and be afraid of old eyes. My motto is: Use my own time to create happiness for everyone! I don't think about whether there will be cold wind and rain behind me. Since the goal is a lofty mountain, all I can leave to the world is a serious and practical footprint. I don't think about whether the future road is smooth or muddy, as long as my heart is full of persistence and love, everything is expected! I remember Archimedes once said: Give me a fulcrum and I will tilt the whole earth! Of course, my tone is not that big. What I want to say is to give me a stage, and I will let the audience and the audience experience unprecedented excitement! Thank you all.
7. What language manuscripts are suitable for girls with soft voices?
Language manuscripts suitable for girls with soft voices;
Accompanied by a brisk dance,
You came quietly,
With peace and beauty,
An outstretched hand stroked gently.
Listening to the creaking snow,
I seem to hear your heartbeat.
One, two, three,
Floating leisurely, lightly and freely,
Waving white, dancing simple,
The air is filled with faint thoughts.
Warm hands, holding cold snow,
I want to keep you in my palm.
I basically don't choose poetry. Poetry is the representative form of the highest performance of broadcast host, and it is the most difficult and challenging. Many broadcasters may not be able to master a poem well, so they must choose poems and try their best to prose.
I recommend several articles to you, such as Clouds in My Hometown, Moon Reflected in Two Springs, Camellia Plateau and Tsing Yi, among which Tsing Yi is the most famous one. The remaining three teachers must know more or less, but it doesn't mean they are suitable for girls. If you really feel poetic, I personally recommend you to read Ai Qing's Wine.
8. Q: Poems with depth are suitable for broadcast hosts, preferably not celebrities.
At that moment, I raised my horse, not to beg for happiness, but to wait for your arrival;
On that day, the Mani pile was built not for Xiu De, but to throw stones at the heart lake;
That night, I listened to Brahma sing all night, not to understand, but to find your breath;
At that moment, I soared to immortality, not for immortality, but for your peace and joy;
On that day, I closed my eyes in the fragrant fog of the temple and suddenly heard the truth in your ode;
That January, I shook all the prayer tubes, not to cross, but to touch your fingertips;
That year, I kowtowed and climbed on the mountain road, not to see you, but to keep your warmth;
At that time, I searched all over the mountains, not to repair the afterlife, but to meet you on the road.
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The original is from Zhu Zheqin's album Yang Jinma, because there is also a song called Love Song of Cangyang Gyatso, and later I don't know who is wearing it. The original name of this passage is "Believers".
I think it will definitely take you three to five minutes to finish reading from top to bottom. Play some elegant light music, the effect should be very good.
9. What verse can a radio host quote when introducing himself?
Hello everyone! My name is * * * from * *. Before I came to the interview, I had been thinking about how to make all the teachers here have a clear and comprehensive understanding of me in a short time, so I brought eight flowers. Born in June, I like plum blossoms, hate rhetoric, pay attention to rhetoric, and be afraid of old eyes. My motto is: Use my own time to create happiness for everyone! I don't think about whether there will be cold wind and rain behind me. Since the goal is a lofty mountain, all I can leave to the world is a serious and practical footprint. I don't think about whether the future road is smooth or muddy, as long as my heart is full of persistence and love, everything is expected! I remember Archimedes once said: Give me a fulcrum and I will tilt the whole earth! Of course, my tone is not that big. What I want to say is to give me a stage, and I will let the audience and the audience experience unprecedented excitement! Thank you all.