Poetry recitation 100 points : 100 poems read aloud

Tears flowed from the dim sky, and the rain was as sad as a man.

His face was wet by the rain, and he seemed to have stepped into heaven in an instant.

It is a kind of spirit, but sorrow no longer hesitates.

Resolutely falling, pain becomes a firm faith.

From then on, I decided that I would not let him see my sorrow.

I don't seem fragile because love can make me strong.

The blessing covered all the scars, and even when he left, he was as chic as ever.

Seeing their happiness on the other side of the shore made me realize that the other side was heaven.

A paradise for the brokenhearted.

Only with longing can there be the end of the world, and with heartbreak, there will be heaven.

Golden rice bunches.

Slow**.

It's full of Du Fu's poems, which are very good.

I'm sure you'll be satisfied.

The god of love hurried by here, sown the seeds of love ......

It slowly took root and sprouted, and as a result, there was one more thing on this planet, which was the most obvious word in the world that represented happiness - love.

There are many kinds of love, love between relatives, love between friends, love between lovers, and so on. When you have this love, you will find how blessed you are.

Love is a responsibility. When your lover's fate is in your hands, you should try your best to take care of him, protect him, and make him feel the warmth and warmth of love.

Love is a kind of encouragement. When your lover is frustrated, you should encourage him, give him confidence, and let him face every difficult problem with confidence.

Love is a kind of giving. When your lover needs your help, you should not hesitate to pay the price and help him because love is selfless.

Love is a kind of tolerance. When your lover does something you don't like, you should forgive him for his mistakes with tolerance and understanding.

Love is a kind of understanding, when your lover does something that you don't understand, you should treat him with understanding, because understanding can build a window to the heart.

Love is the eternal emotion of human beings.

The farthest distance is not that you and I are separated by sea and sky, but that I stand in front of you and you don't know that I love you.

So let's cherish ourselves what we love and the people we love, it is these people who bring us a lifetime of happiness! It is these people who have opened our eyes to the best things in the world!

It's better to find some poems that describe Jiangnan. And with a little tender background** would be nice. Not very demanding.

The melody of ten years ago echoes in my head

So, melancholy. ­

The wind, reciting the tragedy of Shakespeare's Hood Bambia

Sigh, sigh. ­

Singing shallowly, against the sun,

The gloom in my heart is expanding. ­

If that's called growth,

I would like to become the wind, and the four seas will be scattered!­

When all dreams turn into confusion,

to know how to grow, alias hurt. ­

When the sigh of fate also began to hesitate,

I see heaven so filthy!­

Meditation on things Lu Hu, fantasy,

Pick the moon of the Tang Dynasty,

Take a scoop of cold moonshine

Dedicated to my aging heart!­

I wrote it myself, oh、Absolutely nothing is the same!

8-10 minutes of poetry as a recitation is a bit too long, and the poems usually used for recitation are best controlled to about 5 minutes Youth China Author: Da Youlang Use the vast night as ink Use the devastated land as paper After the smoke of the Opium War Who is it?The two words written -- China Make people read dimly and tired, and even more heart-wrenching, sad and indignant The emaciated China that shrank in the history books of the late Qing Dynasty The weak China that knelt down in the "Treaty of Nanjing" On that day, countless young people took to the streets In the face of dripping blood In the face of a bleak life, their cry was like a burst of thunder Stirring this sleepy land They are like a beam of flame Spreading in the winding road Blooming into a gorgeous flower in May After that, they joined the ranks of the ** people They chose without hesitation Smashing the darkness with a hammer Harvesting light with a sickle They walked through the road They crossed the Xiongguan They galloped across the battlefield They killed the enemy bravely They wanted to use the gun as a pen to write a new China They wanted to paint a youthful China Many years later Today, when my eyes pass through the peaks of history, I can still feel their shouting and singing I see again I see again Groups of young people Faces covered with sweat I hear them again Their loud singing echoes in the barren land They use their uncomplaining youth In the long years, they write a poem of love Yes, the years are long, and life is long That's a surging poem That's a landscape full of flowers That's a majestic symphony That's a monument of Top Gun Oh, China, I'm going to write a poem for you In the golden language of the sun, with the vast blue of the sea of hearts Oh, China, I'm going to paint a picture for you With the color of spring flowers With the light of the five-star red flag.

Passers-by in Xibei.

Passerby" for some reason, I obviously wanted to talk to you, but I lied to you that the wind and rain were just right, and I should write some poems.

Don't taunt me, if you laugh out loud, I'll be a natural sound.

Don't be hostile, all your scheming, I will be your heart for me.

My destiny is divided into two parts, when I have not met you, and after I have met you.

You healed my sorrows, and then gave me sorrows.

A moment of joy between melancholy and sorrow overdrew all the passionate savings of my life.

I want to drink some wine and make my soul weightless so that it can be blown away by the wind.

But when you think that you will be a passerby in the end, you feel that you have become a passerby in the whole world.

Though the wind is strong, it goes around my soul.

To the sea Shu Ting.

Sunrise over the sea.

How many heroes have been sincerely admired.

Sunset over the sea.

How many poets have been provoked with tender nostalgia.

How many songs are sung on the cliffs.

Also by the sea breeze day and night.

Murmuring day and night.

How many lines of footprints left on the beach.

How many times have the sails been raised to the horizon.

are all kept secret by the waves.

Buried in secret.

There have been curses, there have been sorrows.

There have been praises, there have been glory.

The sea – a life in flux.

Life – a raging ocean.

Where is the hole dug in childhood?

**There are traces of first love side by side.

Oh, the sea. Even if it's your waves.

It can erase memories.

There are also some shells.

Sprinkle on the hillside.

Like the stars of a summer night.

Maybe the whirlpool blinked dangerously.

Maybe the storm opens its mouth of greed.

Oh, life. Of course you have been broken.

Countless dreams of purity.

There are also some brave people.

Like in a storm.

Swift petrels.

The evening coast is as calm as the night.

The mountain rocks of the cold night are as severe as death.

From the coast of the mountain rocks.

How lonely my shadow.

From dusk to nightfall.

How proud of my heart.

The element of freedom" heh.

Let you feign a roar.

Let you be hypocritically calm.

Let you take everything from the past.

Everything in the past——

this world. There is the pain of sinking.

There is also the joy of awakening.

This poem is very good, I used this poem to participate in the recitation competition, if you need a background **, I recommend you use the piano song "tears".