It is best for reciting poems with strong emotions

Zhu Ziqing's "Spring" and Lao She's "Winter in Jinan" should not be long

Feelings, according to the dominant variables of value, emotions can be divided into desire, emotions and feelings. How many emotive poems do you know? Below I have compiled a few more emotional recitation poems for you, I hope it will be helpful to you.

Sitting alone, advocating alone and sleeping alone.

Standing sadly, helplessly touching people with a light cold.

Who sees this situation, there is no half of the residual makeup washed by tears.

Sadness is still in place, and the dream of exhausting the cold lights cannot be realized.

The years that have been built up by wind and rain.

Engraved on the father's forehead.

Deeply outline wisdom and life.

The falling flowers are gone.

My father's demeanor is no longer the same.

The traces of the past covered the ground with dead leaves.

The grass has long since disappeared.

Years. Why is it so rushed?

Remember that dusk.

My father took my little hand to watch the sunset.

The sky is dyed red.

It was as if my father was expecting a dream from me.

I was too weak to look into my father's expectant eyes.

Vast clouds.

It's like my father's deep love for me.

I wanted to cry with happiness.

Father when he was young.

Always say to me: I am the big tree, you are the little tree.

Now that the little tree has grown up, he wants to say to his father

You will always be my tree.

We separated.

For a long time. It's like a dream.

In the end, they couldn't hold each other's hands.

I'm afraid to listen to songs alone.

Just because. No matter what kind of song.

will come to you.

Appearance. One at a time.

Exhausted my affection.

Recall you. It's always unclear.

What was the love for.

The most emotional encounter.

There is no escape from separation.

Always don't understand.

The most beloved you.

I used to see each other late.

The ending is also separation.

I don't always understand. A day with you.

It's sweet with wind and rain.

In the end, it's just memories.

I'd love to ask. You I love the most.

It's not an encounter between you and me.

In the beginning it was doomed to separation.

Too much to care about.

It's always easy to lose.

Because it weighs on others.

It hurts myself.

I should have forgotten about you.

Forget the one you once loved.

Words. You are always in my affectionate words.

Farewell Cambridge. Hyundai ] 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 in the sky;

Crumpled among the floating algae, precipitating a rainbow-like dream.

Looking for a dream? Hold a penny and wander towards the greener grass;

Loaded with a boatload of starlight, singing 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.

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 in the sky;

Crumpled among the floating algae, precipitating a rainbow-like dream.

Looking for a dream? Hold a penny and wander towards the greener grass;

Loaded with a boatload of starlight, singing 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.