Poetry suitable for women to recite

Original publisher: es 1s95 Xi Murong's A Flowering Tree, a high school girl, with buds blooming in early spring. This poem is perfect. I can touch the listener's time without affectation. Grasping it well is an advantage. The body of the poem: How can you meet me at my most beautiful moment? For this reason, I have been chanting Buddha for 500 years. Let's form a dusty Buddha. So I became a tree, growing in the sun along the way you must go. It was the hope of my previous life. When you approach, please listen carefully to the trembling sound of leaves, which is my waiting enthusiasm. When you finally walk past the friend who fell behind you, it's not the petals, but my withering. My heart (to the Oak Author) (to the Oak Author) If I love you-I will never learn from the spoony bird and repeat the monotonous song for the shade, not only like spring, but also bring cool comfort all year round; It is not just like a dangerous peak, it increases your height and sets off your dignity. Even during the day. Even spring rain. No, these are not enough! I must be a kapok beside you, standing with you as a tree. Roots, close to the ground, leaves, lingering in the clouds. Every time a gust of wind blows, we greet each other, but no one understands us. You have your copper branches and iron stems, like knives, swords and halberds; I have my red flowers, like a heavy sigh and like a heroic torch. We share cold waves, storms and lightning; We * * * enjoy the mist, flowing haze and rainbow, as if we are separated forever, but we are dependent on each other for life. This is great love, this is loyalty: love-not only your stalwart body, but also the position you insist on, the land under your feet. 𗣾𗣾𗣾𗣾𗣾𗣾𗣾𗣾𗣾𗣾𗣾𗣾𗣾𗣾𗣾𗣾𗣾𗣾𗣾𗣾𗣾𗣾𗣾𗣾𗣾96 I said you are an April day on earth; Laughter lit up the surrounding wind; Bright souls dance and change in the splendor of spring. You are a cloud in the sky at the beginning of April. The wind at dusk is very soft, the stars blink inadvertently, and the drizzle is sprinkled in front of the flowers. It's light, it's graceful, you are, you are wearing a crown of flowers, you are naive, you are solemn, you are a full moon every night. After the snow melts, the goose is yellow, and you are like; Tender as the green of a new bud, you are gentle and happy, and the water floats with the white lotus in your dream. You are the flower of the tree, the swallow whispering between the beams, you are love, warmth and hope, you are the April day on the earth! To the Oak Tree by Shu Ting If I love you, I will never be like Campbell who climbs. I will show off myself with your high branches: if I love you, I will never learn from spoony birds and repeat monotonous songs for the shade; It is not only like spring, but also brings cool comfort all year round; It is not just like a dangerous peak, it increases your height and sets off your dignity. Even during the day. Even spring rain. No, these are not enough! I must be a kapok beside you, standing with you as a tree. Roots, close to the ground, leaves, lingering in the clouds. Every time a gust of wind blows, we greet each other, but no one understands us. You have your copper branches and iron stems, like a knife, like a sword, like a halberd, I have my red flowers, like a heavy sigh, like a heroic torch, and we share the cold wave, storm and thunderbolt; We * * * enjoy the mist, flowing haze and rainbow, as if we are separated forever, but we are dependent on each other for life. This is great love, and this is firmness: love is not only your stalwart body, but also your persistent position and the land under your feet. It's better for girls to recite lyrics ~ ~ Can girls be generous to boys? ~? Let's foster strengths and avoid weaknesses ~ Xi Murong is a flowering tree