Poems by two girls. There should be great ups and downs in the relationship.

Motherland, I am proud of you.

When the majestic Huabiao puts the upright body in the dawn, when the majestic Tiananmen Square ushers in the rising sun.

In the ears of history, there is the rumbling echo of the salute, the echo of the mountains and seas, which is the echo of the vicissitudes of China.

A giant overlooks the world, a loud voice, the whole world hears, the People's Republic of China was founded!

When the first five-star red flag was raised, the banner of victory fluttered in the wind in the bright sky, the people raised their heads, the whole world saw it, and the Chinese people stood up from then on!

This history condenses grandeur, paints the October sun to the fullest, and this momentum is impassioned, building a monument to stand in the east of the world.

In the glorious era, with vigorous hands, a brilliant chapter of New China was written, and the people proudly pointed out the country.

The suffering mother wiped away the tears in her eyes, revealing the joy in her heart and rejoicing from the bottom of her heart, and the motherland heroically moved towards prosperity and strength.

Acura celebrates our history, there is the myth of Pangu opening the world, bursting out with the light of life.

Acura celebrates our history, and the glory of the four great inventions is sown on this barren land.

Acura praises our history, there is the sage of Lao Tzu and Confucius, and the holy flame of thousands of years of civilization illuminates us.

Acura celebrates our history!

Modern poetry white branch of prose.

There are few modern poems.

But no matter which one believes in the horse's own thinking.

Or obscure metaphors.

There aren't many real boutiques.

Or the poets of antiquity.

The impact of words such as ** and emotions is far-reaching.

Although there is no definite.

Personally, I don't like modern poetry.

Although sometimes written.

But I think ancient poetry better reflects skills.

A personal word for the family.

Invite Quote to give you an example:

Xu Zhi Mo Shayan Nora.

The gentleness of the lowest head.

Like the water lotus lotus, the cool breeze is shy.

**The road, loudly said treasure, collapse treasure honey is sweet sorrow -

Shayanara! The poem was written in May 1924 to accompany Tagore's visit to Japan. This is the last of the long poems "Shayanara XVIII". "Jana Rasa 18 income, August 1925 edition of "Shima's poems, reprinted, deleted No. 17 (see "Set Outer Poems"), leaving the first.

Shayanara, Japanese transliteration of "goodbye".

If this poem is written in ancient style poems, if.

The mother of the most Liang, Yi Chu Lotus, has many shames.

Swallow Road, Bao, two hearts are worried".

Needless to say, the poem is mild, but the word lotus leaves a lot of room for imagination.

As the poem "Picking lotus in Nantang Autumn, the lotus flower passes her head bow to make lotus seeds, lotus seeds water;

Mackerel describes the female voice as sweet, sad and sweet.

Leaving you has a lot of imaginary tension.

Modern poetry known as free verse.

The name calls for freedom of thought, emancipation, the pursuit of the release of individuality.

Actually, nonsense illustrates a very simple situation written.

What you think is a small space.

Free verse, creating a masterpiece is difficult.

"You Are the April Day in the World", "Believe in the Future", "To the Oak Tree", "Motherland, My Dear Motherland".

I've learned to host, and I can say goodbye to Kangqiao, Haiyan, Ansai waist drum, and oak tree.

Motherland, my dear motherland.

Beads are tears of the sea.

Stagnant water smells a lot.

It's a desperate stagnant water, and the breeze can't blow the slightest ripple.

It's better to throw 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 into a ditch of green wine, bleached with pearl-like white foam;

The laughter of the small beads turned into big beads, and they were bitten by the flower mosquitoes who 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 ugliness reclaim it, and see what kind of world it creates.

My homeland.

My motherland, the motherland I love so much.

You are the rooster that roars high--- awakens the silence of dawn, you are the dragon soaring into the sky--- the storm of the times, you are the majestic lion --- dancing the majestic wind of China, you are the origin of human wisdom --- ignite the spark of civilization.

You have a sacred name, and that is China!

That's China, my motherland.

My beloved motherland.

I love my motherland deeply, my beating heart beats the pulse of five thousand years, I love my motherland deeply, the surging blood rushes the waves of the Yangtze River and the Yellow River, I love my motherland deeply, the yellow ** is printed with the color left by my ancestors, and I deeply love the ,...... of my motherland

Things are divided into groups to defend the mouths of the people.

There is always a clear wind and a clear moon, and there is dust in the place where sorrow and joy meet.

Falling red is not a ruthless thing, turning into spring mud is more protective of flowers.

The belt gradually widened and did not regret it, and it made people haggard for Yi.

"I'm Waiting for You" by Xu Zhimo.

A Blossoming Tree" by Xi Murong.

Both Shakespeare's sonnets and Shelley's are fine.

The index finger's "Believe in the Future" is very suitable for recitation, so it's better to make a PPT and add a background**. I've used this before, first prize, hehe, I hope it helps you.

Some of the lyrics are poems, and the lyrics are quite in line with these characteristics, and they are very special.

Holding an oil-paper umbrella, wandering alone in the long, long and lonely rainy alley, I hope to meet a girl with grievances like a lilac.

This Bing Xin's prose is good, recommend it.

The sound of laughter and rain gradually stopped, and the clear light faintly penetrated from behind the curtains. Push open the window and take a look! The cool clouds dispersed, and the remnants of the leaves reflected the moon, like a thousand points of fluorescent light, flickering and moving. - I really didn't expect that after the bitter rain and lonely lamp, there would be such a beautiful picture!

I stood by the window for a while, and felt a slight coldness. When I turned around, I was suddenly dazzled, and everything else in the room was hidden in the clouds; A gloomy glow, soaked only in the painting on the wall. - Angel in white, holding flowers, raising her wings, smiled at me.

This smile seemed to have been seen somewhere, when I ......”

I sat under the window and thought ,—— silently.

The closed curtain of my heart slowly opened, and an impression from five years ago poured out.

A very long trail. The mud under the donkey's feet is slippery. The water in the ditch was gurgling.

The green trees in the nearby village are all enveloped in wet smoke. A bow-like crescent moon hangs in the treetops. As he walked, there seemed to be a child on the side of the road, holding a bunch of bright white things.

The donkey passed by and inadvertently looked back. - He was holding the flowers, barefoot, and smiling at me.

It's like I've seen it somewhere! "I still want to—silently. A central curtain appeared, and it slowly opened, gushing out of an impression from ten years ago.

The rain under the thatched eaves fell on the clothes drop by drop. The water bubbles on the edge of the dirt steps are swirling around. The wheat and grape trellises in front of the door are very bright and fresh.

After a while, it was easy to clear up, and I hurriedly walked downhill. When I saw Yue'er coming from the sea, I suddenly remembered that I had forgotten something, stood still, and turned around. The old woman in the hut—she leaned against the door, hugged the flowers, and smiled at me.

This same subtle expression, like a gossamer, fluttered together.

At this time, the heart is bright and quiet, like ascending to the fairy world, like returning to the hometown. The three smiles that appeared in front of me melted into the harmony of love for a while, and they couldn't be seen clearly.

"Long Live Youth" prologue.

Come all the days of Wang Meng, all the days, let me weave you, with the golden thread of youth, and the jewel of happiness, weave you.

There was the singing and laughing on the boat, the dancing on campus under the moon, the drizzle of the rain, the march on the morning of the first snow, and the lively arguments, and the beating and warm ...... of the heart

It is the days that have passed in a blink of an eye, and it is also a day full of reverie, and the wishes are blurred, like the spring rain, we have time, strength, and burning faith, and we are eager to live and fly in the sky.

It is a simple day, but also a changeable day, the vast world, everything makes us so amazed, always elated, never indifferent, tears, laughter, deep thought, all for the first time.

Go all the days, go, in life I move forward happily, no matter how heavy the burden I will not weaken, no matter how severe the battle I will not lose face;

One day, after wiping the gun, wiping the machine, and wiping the sweat, I miss you, greet you, and look at you with pride.

A river of ideas.

The river of my thoughts.

Flooding in every season of decay.

Sobbing in every passing spring day.

Gather ...... at every sunset

Winding. It's as if you will never find a place to stay on the other side.

You will never hear a clear echo.

Just as the sea once was me.

It used to be me.

Everything now is me, too.

But everything seems to be shaping another me.

And in a hurry came and went in a trance.

I'm not sure where it is?

In what is it to live?

I fly, fly, fly.

Chase the passing meteor.

Until the last light is gone.

I couldn't help but scream.

Even if I sprinkle all my blood in the dirt.

I don't feel grounded, and I'm still empty.

O river of my thoughts.

It must be a little bit of the Milky Way.

Follow and explore what.

You can imagine how bleak, how lonely, how suffocating.

But you have to admit that that's absolutely magical.

The river that makes my thoughts flow to this day

So what's the regret?

Just let the river of ideas not stop.

Twinkle with an exploratory gaze.

Freedom in the universe.

That's who I am

The ultimate free book for a debilitating explorer.

The original poem is in the Son of Exploration**.

recommends Xi Murong's poems, almost all of which are suitable for girls to recite. You can search on the Internet, there are a lot of them.

Take a look at the index finger's "Believe in the Future", the length and content meet the requirements, but the words recited by girls ......The landlord will take a look for himself first.

Believe in the future. When the cobwebs mercilessly seized my hearth.

When the smoke of ashes sighs the sorrow of poverty.

I still stubbornly lay out the ashes of disappointment.

Write with beautiful snowflakes: Believe in the future.

When my purple grapes turn to late autumn dew.

When my flowers snuggle up to someone else's feelings.

I still stubbornly use the withered vines of frost.

Write on the bleak earth: Believe in the future.

I'm going to use my fingers on the waves that rush to the horizon.

I will hold the sea of the sun with the palm of my hand.

Swaying the warm and beautiful pen of the dawn.

Write in a child's pen: Believe in the future.

The reason why I firmly believe in the future.

It is the eyes of people who believe in the future.

She has eyelashes that sweep away the dust of history.

She has the pupils to see through the pages of time.

Regardless of people's perception of our rotten flesh.

The melancholy of being lost, the pain of failure.

It is a tearful feeling of emotion and deep sympathy.

Or give a contemptuous smile and a spicy mockery.

I'm a firm believer in people's trust for our backbone.

Those countless explorations, lost, failures, and successes.

We will definitely give an enthusiastic, objective and fair evaluation.

Yes, I anxiously await their assessment.

Friends, believe firmly in the future.

Believe in indomitable efforts.

Believe in the youth that triumphs over death.

Believe in the future and love life.

The future must be bright.

The future must be beautiful.

Life is always moving forward.

Facing the sea, spring flowers are blooming.

From tomorrow, be a happy person.

Feed the horses, chop wood, and travel the world.

From tomorrow, care about food and vegetables.

I have a house facing the sea, and the spring flowers are blooming.

From tomorrow onwards, correspond with each and every one of our loved ones.

Tell them about my happiness.

The blissful lightning told me.

I'm going to tell everybody.

Give every river and every mountain a warm name.

Stranger, I bless you too.

May you have a bright future.

May you have a lover and eventually become married.

May you be blessed on earth.

And I just want to face the sea, and the spring flowers bloom.

Give, did not say it directly, but expressed that meaning, and the emotion is still relatively strong.

is like the song "Burden": I have been paying for you, until the relationship conflicts, I have no understanding.

Sacrifice sacrificed a lot for the sake of a woman.