I m a girl I hope to recommend a few more poems suitable for recitation Try not to love Thank you 10

Farewell Cambridge. 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, the oily ones swagger under 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 long penny (gāo), 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.

The parabolic emotional changes in this poem, from low to high to deeper sadness. Suitable for girls to read aloud.

Dead Water" Smell a lot This is a ditch of desperate backwater, and the breeze can't blow the slightest ripple.

It's better to have more broken copper and iron, and splash your leftovers.

Maybe the copper ones should be green into jade, and the iron cans will rust out a few peach blossoms;

Let the greasy weave a layer of Luo Qi, and the mold will steam out some clouds for him.

Let the stagnant water ferment a ditch of green wine, full of pearl-like white foam;

Xiaozhu laughed and turned into a big bead, and was bitten by the flower mosquito that stole the wine.

Then a ditch of desperate backwater can be boasted a little vividly.

If the frog can't bear the loneliness, it is considered a stagnant water and cries out.

This is a desperate backwater, this is not the place of beauty, it is better to let the ugly to reclaim it, and see what kind of world he creates. "Broken Chapter" Bian Zhilin You stand on the bridge and look at the scenery, and the people watching the scenery are looking at you upstairs. The moon decorates your windows, you decorate other people's dreams.

Believe in the Future" (Index Finger), "To the Oak Tree" (Shu Ting), "Compliment" (Gu Cheng), "A Locust Leaf" (Ji Xian), "When I Die" (Yu Guangzhong).

Haizi: "Spring Blossoms, Facing the Sea".

From tomorrow onwards, be a happy person.

Before, my mood was still as bright as the sun, but when I saw you, the sun turned into a haze Before, my state of mind was as calm as autumn water, but when I met you, the autumn water also rippled I asked myself, what was wrong, why did I feel inexplicably painful when I saw you, I have hinted to myself many times, I am not in love with you, and I can't fall in love with you, because my heart is already very chaotic、、、 but your figure always appears inexplicably, and when I see your eyes, I am inexplicably uneasy, I have asked myself many times, what is the source of this pain? Resentment after love? It doesn't seem like it's because I don't have hatred in my heart, so what the hell is that? Maybe I can only tell myself that there is a kind of pain that cannot be justified, because it is not only due to love, but also to thinking about life, and this kind of pain has no specific reason, and some of it is just the context of life, and this kind of pain has no strict logic, and some of it is just scattered fragments, and maybe living and thinking about it, there is no need for pain in life, because there is a kind of pain that cannot be explained.

The most classic is "Farewell to Cambridge"!

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, and the bright shadow in the waves ripples in my heart.

The green wattles on the soft mud, the oily ones swagger under 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 you 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.

This poem is very good! I love it.

Be grateful to your parents.

We grew up bathed in the sunshine of love.

We nourish the growth of true feelings in the world.

How many times have I fallen asleep with a feeling of happiness.

How many times have I imagined the future with tears of emotion.

The last Thursday of November is Thanksgiving, and although it is gone, a grateful heart, a feeling of gratitude will live forever in my heart.

People who are always grateful are the happiest.

A life of gratitude is the sweetest.

Learn to be grateful – be grateful to my parents for giving me precious life.

Learn to be grateful – be grateful to my teachers because they have given me endless knowledge.

Learn to be grateful – be grateful to my friends because they gave me the strength to overcome difficulties.

Learn to be grateful – be grateful for everything around me because they have given me the space to grow harmoniously and healthily.

Don't forget to say "thank you".

On our growth path, there are too many people to be grateful for, and who do you want to thank the most, write the words of gratitude on the gratitude card.

There is one word that is the most cordial, and there is a call that sounds the most beautiful.

There is one person to be most thankful for.

There is one person to be thankful for.

It's just "Mom".

Mom's wrinkles are deep, and she gave me beautiful youth.

Mom's hands were thick, and she gave me the warm sunshine.

Mom's waist was bent, and she gave me a straight back.

Mom's eyes were dazzled, and she gave me her bright eyes.

Facing the deep feelings of the mother.

Listen to your mother's earnest wishes.

We should learn to be grateful, we should learn to be grateful.

But many times, we get used to receiving this kind of love and taking it for granted.

I gradually forgot to be moved, and I forgot to say thank you.

Mother's love is like a strong cup of tea, which needs to be savored. Please enjoy the sketch "A Bag of Dumplings".

A bag of dumplings is insignificant, but the mother's love is touching.

Let us live a happy life, let us grow up without worries, is the wish of all parents, host A: If mother's love is a boat, carrying us from youth to maturity;

Then father's love is a sea, giving us a happy harbor.

If the true feelings of the mother ignite the hope in our hearts;

Then the father's love will be the sail that puffs up our voyage.

What to thank you, my parents!

The love of parents is endless.

We take all the kindness to heart.

The poems of Shu Ting, Xi Murong and others are very beautiful. It is more suitable for girls to recite.

"Starry Spring Water" Author: Bing Xin.