I am anxious to recite poetry and speeches, so that I can express my feelings and be sad

Farewell Cambridge. Xu Zhimo.

Gently I go, as softly I came;

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 the River Cam, I am willing to be a water weed!

The pool under the shade of the elm is not a clear spring, but a rainbow crumpled in the sky among the floating algae, precipitating a rainbow-like dream.

Looking for a dream? Hold a penny, wander towards the greener grass, load a boatload of starlight, and sing in the starlight.

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

Xia Worm is also silent for me, and silence is Kangqiao tonight.

Quietly I went, as quietly I came;

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

Background**: Songs from a secret garden

What kind of poem can be recited for 3 minutes?

It's hard to find.

Zhu Ziqing's "Hurry" and "Spring".

I don't know why I'm a little sad, but the six years of study life are unforgettable; The friendship between teachers and students is as deep as relatives, and the friendship between classmates is even more like fish and water. I will not forget the hard work of my teachers, and I will keep your teachings firmly in my heart; Your tireless nurturing grace will always be the strength of our life's struggle. I will never forget the kind smiles of my classmates and friends, and I miss the short time with you; Our laughter is still rippling; Learn from each other and help each other like brothers and sisters.

This is a new starting point for my life journey, and here is the birth of my future ideals; Although we are going to part ways and go our separate ways, we will never forget this place. Let us continue to maintain this beautiful emotion, and let mutual care form a bridge of friendship. Today we set out from here with ambition, and tomorrow's sun will definitely give me a new yearning.

1. Grateful heart (reciting poems).

From the vast ancient famine to the bustling world today, we are just an insignificant drop in the giant river of time.

From the ancestors of mankind millions of years ago to the billions of people around the world today, we are only a tiny part of the endless life.

In the face of the vast current of time, we inevitably feel weak, but we still need to be grateful.

Because we are vividly present.

In the face of the vast expanse of space, we usually feel at a loss, but we still need to be grateful.

Because we are still strong.

We exist in the wonderfulness of life and the richness of the world.

The vastness of the world we exist in and the life of all things.

We have not been neglected, nor have we neglected ourselves.

So – when childhood goes through our youth.

We have to be grateful for those innocent years.

When friends walk through our lives.

We have to be grateful for that precious acquaintance.

When family goes through our lives.

We have to be grateful for that kind of flesh and blood.

When the teacher walks through our lives.

We have to be grateful for that sincere care.

Yes, when the wind and rain pass by us.

We are also grateful for the nourishment of wind and rain.

Bring about the growth of life, and the power of life.

The sun and the moon walk across our skies.

We are equally grateful for the light of the sun and the moon.

Bring the warmth of light, and the clear brightness.

So, what reason do we have not to be grateful for the love and tolerance of our relatives, friends, and teachers?

What reason do we have to ignore the warmth of this world?

What reason do we have to trample on this natural devotion?

We have no reason because they are also grateful.

They are grateful for the happiness and joy you bring.

Even love and pain.

They are grateful for the warmth and understanding you have passed on to people.

And help anytime, anywhere.

They are also grateful for the little trees you have planted for the earth.

and butterflies released into the wind.

These are the things that you often overlook.

The gratitude of others, the gratitude of the world, and the gratitude of nature.

Dear friends.

As we watch the sun rise over the horizon once more, let us be thankful for the peace of this world.

As you watch your parents snuggle up to the door and wait for you to come home, let's be grateful for their tenacity and tolerance.

If your friend still has your name in mind at this moment.

Let's be grateful for their trust and love.

If the division commander is still reading your text under the lamp at this moment.

Let's be grateful for their perseverance and selflessness.

If you still have clear eyes open tomorrow.

Then be grateful for the blue of the sky and the tranquility of the world.

If you're still running on the pitch today.

Then be grateful for the vastness of the earth and the vitality of youth.

If you have happiness in your hands at this moment.

It's all from others, so please be grateful for their generosity.

With your laughter and tears, and the sincerity in your eyes.

If there is still some happiness that is your own creation.

Then be grateful for your focus and peace.

With blessings and smiles, and a beautiful heart.

2. Reference.

Everyone has different opinions, the wanderer's shirt, the red crisp hands that leave people, are very touching, which aspect do you want?

Modern poetry, ancient style poetry?

What theme?

When everyone else is gone, your friends are still with you. ”

Sometimes in life, you will find a special friend;

He is just a part of your life, but it can change your whole life.

He'll make you laugh;

He will make you believe that there is truth in the world.

He will convince you that there really is an unlocked door waiting for you to open.

This is friendship forever.

When you are frustrated, when the world becomes bleak and empty, your true friends will cheer you up, and the otherwise bleak and empty world suddenly becomes bright and full.

Your true friends will be with you through times of difficulty, sadness, and trouble.

When you turn and walk away, a true friend will follow you, and when you lose your way, a true friend will guide you and encourage you.

A true friend will hold your hand and tell you that everything will be okay.

If you find such friends, you will be happy and feel complete in life because you don't need to worry anymore.

You have a true friend, forever and ever, forever.

Don't Kangqiao is not good, it is more classic.

Painting rain Jiangnan. Be your own.

The rain hit the windows, the water cut through the glass, and through the broken glass, the outside world seemed to be broken.

Holding an umbrella, if in the rain, the careless wind collided with the careless me. The corners of the clothes are slightly swinging, and I don't know when the finch is excited, and I feel a little more lost and less conceited. In the hazy rain, I seemed to see lingering long flowing hair again, touching the deepest scar in my heart.

Helplessly, it ran aground, melancholy withered, and swirled down like a waning moon.

When did the water in the south of the river lead become more bleak? When are the fish in the water full of love? The rain hits the lake, telling the bloom that begins and ends, both true and false. In fact, the Three Thousand Worlds was originally a forgotten painting.

Perhaps, I strayed into the world in ignorance, but I have never regretted it, because there are so many beautiful memories that linger on me. Even if there are red beans that don't sprout, there is a time when there is nowhere to sigh.

The rain in the sky still obliquely weaves the vast space of heaven and earth, as if thousands of years have passed. I'm too tired to pay attention to all the forgotten paintings.

It seems that you have not been really touched by your own parents.

Look at the children in the mountain village.

If you look at the children of poor families, you can't help but read that our parents don't love us the same way we love our parents.

Parental love is the ocean.

Our love is a stream.

Always in the deepest and deepest night, weaving longing dreams, always waiting for a tired figure in the longest and longest dusk, the snowflakes outside the window, bringing a happy sorrow.

There was a hint of sweet tiredness wafting out of the cradle.

Waiting for you, grow up.

Waiting for you, you can hear the most delicate sound.

Wait for you, you can understand the most casual look.

Waiting for you, in the simplest dreams, we have gray hair.

Whoever comes from the heart or understands the author's heart, then there is no need to recite it, and it will move the listener if it is said like this?

Think about your father and mother when reciting, put yourself into it, and touch everyone with your feelings.

Read it from the heart, and if you have the conditions, add some more sad background**, then it will definitely move people's parents to love us differently than we love our parents.

Parental love is the ocean.

Our love is a stream.

Always in the deepest and deepest night, weaving longing dreams, always waiting for a tired figure in the longest and longest dusk, the snowflakes outside the window, bringing a happy sorrow.

There was a hint of sweet tiredness wafting out of the cradle.

Waiting for you, grow up.

Waiting for you, you can hear the most delicate sound.

Wait for you, you can understand the most casual look.

Waiting for you, in the simplest dreams, we have gray hair.