3 minute poetry reading, 3 minute modern poetry reading

Liushahe's "Ideal" suggests that the soundtrack be more solemn, you can consider Beethoven's, if there is a mix of men and women, it is recommended to try Shu Ting's "To the Oak Tree" (background: the secret of garden), "Haiyan" is best to be a bass, only girls are not recommended to recite "Haiyan", girls can try Xi Murong's "A Tree Full of Flowers", very beautiful first poem, the wedge in front of Xiaosi's "Summer Solstice Has Not Arrived" is also very good, you can check Zhu Ziqing's "Spring" in the introduction is very good, "Moonlight on the Lotus Pond", although it is not a poem, but the sentences of prose are more beautiful than poetry.

Hope it helps

Classic and simple to oak.

A three-minute recitation of a modern poem is as follows: 1To the Oak Tree 2

Believe in the Future" 3"Motherland, My Dear Motherland" 4"You are the April Day in the World" 5

Youth" 6"Rain Alley" The clear definition of modern poetry is not very serious. In fact, you can also compose your own poems, just pinch the time to read them aloud.

For example: I have walked through countless places but I can't enter your heart I have heard countless songs Only sadness Echoing in my heart I have opened the window of my heart And you are not by my side The sunset shines on the lake I have lost you The same bleak light A man's world is just a gray paradise The misty drizzle has built a bridge There is no other bridge You can recite a three-minute modern poem as follows: 1

To the Oak Tree 2Believe in the Future" 3"Motherland, My Dear Motherland" 4

"You are the April Day in the World" 5Youth" 6"Rain Alley" The clear definition of modern poetry is not very serious.

In fact, you can also compose your own poems, just pinch the time to read them aloud. For example: I have walked through countless places but I can't get into your heart I've heard countless songs Only sadness reverberates in my heart I've opened the window of my heart And you're not by my side The sunset shines on the lake Lost you It's as bleak as a world of man It's just a gray paradise The misty drizzle builds a bridge without the other side.

A three-minute recitation of a modern poem is as follows: 1To the Oak Tree 2

Believe in the Future" 3"Motherland, My Dear Motherland" 4"You are the April Day in the World" 5

Youth" 6"Rain Alley" The clear definition of modern poetry is not very serious. In fact, you can also compose your own poems, just pinch the time to read them aloud.

For example: I have walked through countless places but I can't enter your heart I have heard countless songs Only sadness Echoing in my heart I have opened the window of my heart And you are not by my side The sunset shines on the lake I have lost you The same bleak light A man's world is just a gray paradise The misty drizzle has built a bridge There is no other bridge You can recite a three-minute modern poem as follows: 1

To the Oak Tree 2Believe in the Future" 3"Motherland, my dear traces of the motherland" 4

"You are the April Day in the World" 5Youth" 6"Rain Alley" The clear definition of modern poetry is not very serious.

In fact, you can also compose your own poems, just pinch the time to read them aloud. For example, I have walked through countless places but I can't stare into your heart I've heard countless songs Only sadness reverberates in my heart I've opened the window of my heart And you're not by my side The sunset shines on the lake Lost you It's as bleak as a world of one Man It's just a gray paradise The misty drizzle builds a bridge without the other side.

That rhyme is a charming song. I grew up listening to this lulla. I listened as I walked.

Sometimes when you get drunk, you stop your steps. My feet left lines of marks on the wet damp damp marks, and the tide washed up and smoothed them out one by one. I kept walking, continuing to leave footprints.

My footprints are a love letter to the sea, and the words are filled with my attachment to the sea. The sea accepted my love. Therefore, those footprints are not smoothed out by the tide, but collected into its heart.

When I was young, I loved to look at my lover's pupils, and there was a young man's face in that pupil, and that was myself. The child in the mother's pupils often laughs and laughs so silly. The young man in his lover's pupils also often laughed, laughing so silly.

Now, I want to look at my mother's pupils again, and my mother is gone. Now, I want to look at my lover's eyes again, and my wife is aging. I tried to open my eyes to see my wife's pupils, but I couldn't see anyone's face because my eyes were dizzy.

And a voice said, Why do you open your eyes? Close your eyes. I closed my eyes.

Suddenly, I saw my mother's pupils, and there was a child's smiling face in those pupils, and that was me. Suddenly, I saw my lover's pupils, and there was a young man's smiling face in those pupils, and that was myself. I saw my mother's pupils smile at me, and smile so kindly.

I saw my lover's eyes smile at me, smiling so beautifully. So, I laughed too, and laughed so silly.

Recitation: Praise to the motherland.

In the east of the world, there is an ancient country, beautiful and vast, and in the east of the world, there is a great nation, industrious and strong;

The surging Yellow River is her bloodline, and the towering Mount Tai is her backbone, this is our motherland - China!

In 1949, a great man waved his giant arm and made a proclamation, dispelling the haze of 5,000 years in China;

In 1978, a giant judged the situation with superhuman courage and opened the dusty country to the world!

In 1997, she ushered in the fragrance of bauhinia, and in 1999, she added the fragrance of water lotus!

After the wind and rain of the century, the Great Wall is like a dragon shuttling in the clouds, crossing the long river of years, and Mount Everest stands proudly on the highest slope in the world like an eagle.

Our republic has never been more powerful than it is today, and there is no Cambridge.

Xu Zhimo. Gently I go, as softly I came; Cambridge.

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, and the bright 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 in the sky;

Crumpled 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, silence is Kangqiao tonight!

Quietly I went, as quietly I came;

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