Poems suitable for girls to read

A flowering tree.

Xi Murong. How to make you meet me.

In my most beautiful moments.

For this, I have been praying before the Buddha for 500 years.

Pray to the Buddha for us to form a relationship with the earth.

The Buddha turned me into a tree.

Grow by the side of the road that you must pass.

Under the sun, it is full of flowers discreetly.

The flowers are the hope of my past life.

When you approach, please listen.

That trembling leaf.

It's the enthusiasm I was waiting for.

And when you finally walk through in defiance.

Falling to the ground behind you.

Friend, that's not petals.

That's my withered heart.

Lian's heart Xi Murong.

I am a blooming summer lotus.

I wish you could see me now.

The wind and frost have not yet eroded.

The autumn rain did not fall.

The season of youth is gone away from me.

I'm not worried, I'm not afraid.

Now exactly.

My most beautiful moment.

But the heavy door is locked.

After a fragrant smile.

Who knows what is in my lotus's heart?

You don't have a chance.

It's either too early or too late.

Huanxi Sha Su Shi.

You Qishui Qingquan Temple, the temple is near the Lanxi, and the stream flows westward. The blue buds under the mountain are short dipping streams, and the sand road between the pines is clean and mud-free. Xiao Xiao twilight rain Zizi cried. Who knows that there is nothing less in life? The flowing water in front of the door is still in the west! Hugh will sing the yellow chicken with white hair.

Poetry suitable for girls to recite, when it comes to poetry, I believe everyone is no stranger, poetry has a history of thousands of years, many recitation competitions often have people who choose to recite poetry, poetry contains rich colors, below I will share with you the poems suitable for girls to recite, let's take a look.

1, "Farewell to Cambridge".

Xu Zhimo. Gently I go, as softly I come;

I beckoned softly, and made a cloud of the western sky.

The golden willow on the bank of the river is the bride in the sunset;

The beautiful shadow in the waves ripples in my heart.

The green wattles on the soft mud are swaggering at the bottom of the water;

In the soft waves of Kangqiao, I am willing to be a water weed!

The pool under the shade of the elm is not a clear spring, but a rainbow in the sky;

Crumpled among the floating algae, precipitating a rainbow-like dream.

Looking for a dream? Hold a penny and wander towards the greener grass;

Loaded with a boatload of starlight, singing in the starlight.

But I can't play songs, quietly it's the parting sheng flute;

Xia Worm is also silent for me, silence is Kangqiao tonight!

Quietly I went, as quietly I came;

I waved my sleeves and didn't take a cloud with me.

2, "A Flowering Tree".

Xi Murong. How to make you meet me.

In my most beautiful moments.

for this. I have been praying before the Buddha for 500 years.

Pray to the Buddha for us to form a relationship with the earth.

The Buddha turned me into a tree.

Grow by the side of the road that you must pass.

Under the sun. It is full of flowers carefully.

The flowers are the hope of my past life.

When you approach. Please listen carefully.

That trembling leaf.

It's the enthusiasm I was waiting for.

And when you finally walk by in defiance.

Falling to the ground behind you.

Friends. That's not petals.

That's my withered heart.

"Rain and Dew Lotus Fu".

Recitation soundtrack - dancing lotus wind.

The breeze blows, pulsating slowly;

The pool of jade, graceful and graceful.

Expressing the feelings of lotus leaves, the wind and bones of heroes.

The lotus, the leaves, the flowers, the flowers.

Rain dew Feifei, tears also.

Its crystal is not in its appearance, and its brightness is not in its surface.

Like the pearl of light and the rain and the dew are entrusted by the lotus, they pick up a wave of heart, like holding up a string of tears.

Listening, meditating, condensing, and ......

Autumn goes, winter comes, and the residual lotus leaves are dyed with frost.

The road is far away, Xiaoxiao, and the message follows the wind.

In the next life, there is no way, the flowers and leaves follow the fate, all thoughts are recited in the same heart, and they are in full bloom for thousands of years.

Out of the mud without staining, holding up Qiongqiong Qingyu Fei Lu into acacia, playing the piano and singing lotus Fu, and singing Zen music in Luojia;

A touch of red dyed the sky, and the mournful roar ran through the sky like a rainbow.

Cuiye is deeply in love with the rain and lotus dew, and the drops of lovesickness fall into the heart.

The thoughts of September, the love of September, and the dream of September, are just like pieces of petals, such as lotus leaves on the top, and like the lotus dew of beads, fragrant and quiet, green and green, and clear and spiritual.

A flower bowl holds a poem, a painting, a blue leaf, a song, a drop of rain, a story, a feeling, and a lovesickness.

A pool of green, a thought, an artistic conception, a life.

The clear lotus rain is the crystallization of spiritual light, the reproduction of heroes, the melody of life, and the charm of crystal.

A little bit, a drop of it, clear, yingying, shining, crystalline.

Such as beads, such as Ling, such as jade, has been ethereal ......