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If the four seasons can be arranged extremely bleak.

If the sun wills.

Life can be arranged to be extremely lonely.

If love willing.

I can never be seen again.

If you want.

Except for the thoughts of you.

My dear friend, I have nothing left.

However, if you want.

I will immediately wither and cut off my thoughts.

If you want I will.

Dig up every seed.

Cut every river.

Let the barrenness dry up and stretch to infinity.

I will never think of you again in this life and this life.

Except in some of them.

Wet from tears in the night if.

If you want.

A song for you. I love you because the years have passed.

Never stay, never look back.

to weave a gorgeous face.

Without revealing a trace of faded sorrow.

I love you because you're gone.

No more no more memories.

in order to set off layers of scabbed hearts.

In a starless and moonless night.

One layer is a struggle.

The first floor is a metamorphosis.

And in the pain of suddenly looking back.

Tingting appeared Xi Murong's sad poems are generally about love, you can choose other styles, you can search directly - there are many ...... in Xi Murong's sad poemsHope it can help (*.)

In fact, you can try Haizi's "Facing the Sea, Warm Flowers Blooming". On the surface of this poem, it is a poem in pursuit of happiness, and the overall style has a warm atmosphere. However, looking at the life of Haizi Cup and looking at the content, it has to be said that it is full of contradictions and self-isolation, and it is not impossible to read such poems in a pragmatic tone with sadness.

Walking on the road of spring" poet: Spring City Ahai walked on the road of spring, suddenly heard someone shouting, my good brother, hold on, you have to be strong, walking on the road of spring, they said goodbye to tears, smiled and swayed fragrantly, turned around and waved gently to the beautiful colored clouds, showing the desire to release their hearts, Kangqiao quietly drew their shadows, the sky jumped out of a snowy light, the seagulls shouted affectionately, ah! Hope for a new life!

I quickly woke up from my sleep, tried to stretch out my hands, smiled and embraced the dawn on the other side, and gently ran to the crowd chasing dreams, singing all the way to be strong, boldly facing the sea, and bidding farewell to despair.

A flowering tree" Xi Murong's.

Girls' recitation manuscript 1: "You are the April Day of the World".

Lin Huiyin. I say you are the April day of the earth;

The sound of laughter lit up the winds on all sides;

Light and agile dance and change in the glory of spring.

You are the clouds and smoke in the early April sky, the soft wind blowing in the dusk, and the stars are there.

Inadvertently flashed, drizzling rain fell in front of the flowers.

That light, that graceful, you are, Xianyan.

You wear the crown of a hundred flowers, you are.

Innocent, solemn, you are the full moon of the night.

After the snow melts, the goose yellow, you are like; Fresh.

The first bud of green, you are; Soft and joyful.

The water floats in your dreams, looking forward to the white lotus.

You are the blossom of a tree, a swallow.

Whispering between the beams,-- You are love, warmth, hope, you are the April day of the world!

Girls' Recitation Manuscript 2: "Your Name".Ji Xian. With the lightest and lightest voice in the world, gently calling your name every night and every night.

Write your name, draw your name, and dream of your glowing name:

Like the sun, like the stars, your name.

Like a lamp, like a diamond, your name.

Like a colorful spark, like lightning, your name.

Such as the burning of the primeval forest, you name it.

Engrave your name!

Engrave your name on the tree.

Engrave your name on the tree of life that does not wither.

When this plant grows into a towering ancient tree, hehe, how good, how good, your name will also grow.

Grow up, your name.

Light up, your name.

So, call your name softly and gently.

Girls' Recitation Manuscript 3: "Hope".Actually, I was looking forward to it.

It's just a moment.

I never asked you to give it to me.

Your whole life. If only you could be on a hillside full of gardenias.

Meet you if you can.

Deeply loved once and then parted.

Then a long life.

No, it's just, it's just.

When looking back. That short moment.

Girls' recitation manuscript 4: "Bitan".In the afterglow. Sixteen stalks of cinnamon syrup smashed the green glaze.

A couple of romances hiding under parasols.

Mine, not brought, my romance.

In the lower reaches of the river.

If Bitan is more glassy.

and I can shine on the silhouette of my sorrow.

If the grasshopper boat is more grasshopper.

and my sorrow will be uttered.

Eight thirty. The drawbridge is not yet awake.

Summer vacation has just begun, and Xia is young.

The laughter of sophomores flew over the water.

Come Dragonfly, fly to Dragonfly, fly to you.

If you perch on the stern of my boat.

How light this boat should be.

This pair of pulps should be remembered.

Who is Xi Shi and who is Fan Li Then row to Taihu Lake and Dongting.

Listen to the ape cry of the Tang Dynasty and row away the murmuring heavenly river.

Look at your hair, in mythology.

The boat was capsized. It was also a beautiful traffic wreck.

You weave your brocade on the other side.

I'll get my flute on this shore.

From the last Tanabata to the next Tanabata.

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Rain and dew lotus flowers.

Recitation soundtrack - dancing lotus wind (flute).

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 Yingying, Yu Feilu was entrusted by the lotus, and picked up a wave of heart, like holding 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 ......

"Rain Alley" - Dai Wangshu.

Holding an oil-paper umbrella, alone.

It's long, long.

And lonely rain alley, I hope to meet.

A clove-like.

A girl with a grudge.

She has the color of cloves, the fragrance of lilacs, the sorrow of lilacs, and she complains in the rain, complains and hesitates;

She wandered in this lonely rainy alley, holding an oil-paper umbrella like me, silently like mechù) is cold, desolate, and melancholy.

She silently approached, approached, and threw again.

Tai Xi general vision.

She floated like a dream, like a dream.

It's like floating in a dream.

A lilac, this girl floated beside me;

She silently walked away, far away, to the fence wall of decadence (pǐ), and walked through this rainy alley.

In the lamentation of the rain, her color was dissipated, her fragrance was scattered, and even hers was dissipated.

The eyes of the breath.

Lilac-like melancholy.

Holding an oil-paper umbrella, alone.

It's long, long.

Another lonely rainy alley, I hope to float through.

A clove-like.

A girl with a grudge.

Northern Song Dynasty poet Lin Kui's Seven Laws "Mountain Garden Xiaomei".

The crowd shook off the solitary beauty and occupied the small garden.

The shadow is sparse and the water is shallow, and the dark fragrance floats in the dusk of the moon.

The frost bird wants to steal the eye first, and the pink butterfly knows how to break the soul.

Fortunately, there is a slight groan, and there is no need for a sandalwood board to be honored.

Su Shi's "Ruan Lang Returns to Early Summer".

The green locust high willow swallows the new cicada, and the wind is beginning to enter the string. The water dust and smoke under the blue screen window, and the sound of chess frightened the day.

After a light rain, the small lotus turned. The pomegranate blossoms are ready to burn. The jade basin is slender and clears the spring, and the beads are broken but round.

Bai Juyi's "Sauvignon Blanc".

Bianshui flows, Surabaya flows, and flows to Guazhou Gudutou. Wu Shan was a little worried.

Thinking about it, hating it, hating it until it is time to return. The bright moon people lean on the building.

Or simply Bai Juyi's "Song of Long Hatred", this is definitely long enough. If it's not Li Bai's "Pipa Xing", this is long enough.

Guan Ju said goodbye to Kangqiao.

Heavenly Market.

Water tune song head pupa leaves.

There are many in the Book of Songs, you can take a look at it, and choose one according to your actual situation.

Shu Ting's poems are relatively good.

It's everything, too].

Answer: "Everything" by a young friend

Not all big trees.

all were broken by the storm;

Not all seeds.

None of the soil can be found to take root;

It's not all true.

all lost in the desert of hearts;

Not all dreams.

They are willing to have their wings broken.

No, not everything.

It's all like you said, not all flames.

All only burn themselves.

without illuminating others;

Not all stars.

All indicate only darkness.

without reporting the dawn;

Not all singing.

They all passed only by their ears.

And not stay in the heart.

No, not everything.

It's all like you said!

Not all appeals have gone unheard;

Not everything is compensated;

Not all abysses are perdition;

Not all perdition is overlaid over the heads of the weak;

Not all minds.

They can all be stepped on under their feet and rot in the mud;

Not all consequences are tears and blood, and no joy is shown.

All the present is pregnant with the future, and everything in the future grows from its yesterday.

Hope, and fight for it, please put it all on your shoulders.

It depends on what you want the Shenma type to write scenes, discussions, and love, which are actually quite easy to find.

Look for a famous god horse Pushkin or something.

As for the soundtrack. Bandari's casual capital OK

It depends on your personal taste.

Xi Murong's poems are very classic and beautiful.

There are several versions of Sanshengshi (prose recitation), you have to find the right one.

China, I lost my keys.

It was more than 10 years ago, I was running frantically along the Red Street, I ran to the wilderness on the outskirts and screamed, and then, I lost my key.

The heart, the suffering of the soul, does not want to wander anymore, I want to go home, open the drawer, look through the pictures of my childhood, and look at the pages that are sandwiched between them.

Verdant clover.

I also wanted to open the bookcase and take out a copy of The Ballad of Heine

I'm going on a date, and I hold up the book to her as my gift to the blue sky.

A sign of love.

All this, this beautiful thing can't be done, China, I lost my key.

God, it's starting to rain again, my key, you're lying on **?

I think the wind and rain have corroded you, and you are already rusty.

No, I don't think so, I'm going to search tenaciously, hoping to find you again.

Sun, have you seen my key?

May your light shine warmly for it.

I walked on this vast field, I followed the footsteps of my soul to search, and I thought seriously about everything that was lost.

"I'm like a lonely cloud".