The manuscript for the modern poetry recital must be used by four people, and it must be used in the

Modern poetry = =

How long is that? Look at this okay, okay? "Ginkgo".

Outside the window of my house.

There is a ginkgo tree.

It looks like dyed yellow hair.

Draped in a golden yellow veil.

That delicate little yellow fan.

It's clearly the warm colors of autumn.

That touch of golden.

Let people feel the warmth of autumn.

In the northerly wind.

The leaves draped in sunlight.

Dancing in the wind.

It seems to be in the middle of winter.

Bring people the association of spring.

I'd like to ask.

Ginkgo biloba. Your butterfly-like dance.

Are you looking for traces of spring?

Listen. Your voice is coming from the wilderness.

Winter is here. Will spring be far away?

Beautiful modern poetry.

A selection of beautiful modern poems (1):

I love this land.

1, Stars (July 1st) These things are memories that will never fade. In the garden of the moonlight, under the leaves of the vine, on the lap of the mother. 2, "Stars (131)" The sea!

Which star has no light? Which flower doesn't have fragrance? When did I not have the clear sound of your waves in my thoughts?

3, "Stars (159)" Mother! The storm in the sky came, and the bird hid in its nest; The storm in my heart came, and I only hid in your arms. 4, "Stars (2)" childhood!

It is the truth in the dream, and it is the dream in the truth. It's a tearful smile when reminiscing. All of the above are written by Bingxin.

Birch in front of my window there is a birch, as if coated with silver frost draped in snowflakes fluffy branches, snow embroidered lace chic wear through flower spikes bloom white tassels are picturesque in the hazy ** and rational hairy branches snow embroidered lace chic wear through flower spikes bloom white tassels are picturesque in the hazy ** and stand this birch in the brilliant golden glow shining crystal snowflakes white birch wandering around the belated hairy branches, snow embroidered lace chic, strings of flower spikes blooming white tassels picturesque in the hazy** In Zhongyu, this white birch shimmered with crystal snowflakes in the brilliant golden light, and the belated morning glow wandered around the white birch. It smeared another layer of silver brilliance on the snow-capped branches. 、

It's as if the green inkwell has been turned upside down and is everywhere.

Green ......Where to find so much green? Ink green, light green, tender green, emerald green, light green, pink green black, surprisingly green.

The wind that blows is green.

The rain is green.

The water that flows is green.

The sun is also green.

All the greens are gathered and huddled together.

Overlapping each other.

Quietly crossed together.

Suddenly there was a gust of wind, as if the dance instructor was directing.

All the green is neat.

Flutter together to the beat.

Indeed, my life is one....My outlook on life, values, and worldview are different needs, my life is a person's way of life, a person's way of life, a person's way of life, a person's way of life, and a way of life.

I love the land.

Ai Qing If I were a bird, I would sing with a hoarse throat

This storm-stricken land, this river of grief that forever rags with us, this angry wind that blows endlessly, and the ...... of the dawn that comes from the woods

Then I died, and even my feathers rotted in the ground.

Why do I always have tears in my eyes?

People don't know, please praise it.

"Motherland, My Dear Motherland" - Shu Ting "Rain Alley", "Birds of Paradise" - Dai Wangshu.

Homesickness" - in the afterglow.

A Blossoming Tree" - Xi Murong.

Old horse - Zang Ke's family.

You have to fit a larger car enough.

He didn't say a word.

The pressure on the back is buckled into the flesh.

It hung its head heavily.

I don't know the next moment of life.

Its tears went to the heart.

Love life.

Life is a beautiful song.

That grand sound fills the universe.

Life is a big stage.

With colorful melodies.

Decorate a beautiful life.

Love life. Rain and dew moisten the thirsty land.

Sunlight shines around every corner.

Let's imagine the hymn of life.

Brush away the sorrow that has been depressed in the bottom of my heart.

Exquisite medals are carved at every moment.

Love life. Light a giant torch in the dark.

After the rain, the sky is a brilliant rainbow.

The fragrance is seductive and composes a moving chapter.

The green willow and poplar are filled with a refreshing fragrance.

The land of recovery will be another scene.

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, I love my motherland deeply,

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 the ancestors, I love my motherland deeply, the black eyes reveal a humble smile, I love my motherland deeply, and the strong character stands up to the spirit of Mount Tai.

Poetry class 1, "Township" in the afterglow.

Sorrow"; 2, Xi Murong's "Homesickness"; 3, Ao Hongliang's "Homesickness"; 4, Beishi's "Homesickness"; 5, Feng Zhi's "Night in the South"; 6, Liu Bannongjiao's "How I Don't Want Her"; 7, He Qifang's "Prophecy"; 8, Lin Huiyin's "You Are the April Day in the World"; 9, Xu Zhimo "Farewell Kangqiao"; 10, Wen Yiduo's "Dead Water" 11, "Children to Heaven"; 12, "For That Warm Lamp"; 13, Zhou Guoping's "Encounter"; 14, Ai Qing's "I Love This Land"; 15, Guo Xiaochuan "Looking at the Starry Sky"; 16, Guo Moruo's "Earth My Mother"; 17, Zhou Cong's "Amorous Jiangnan Rain"; 18, the happy wandering "Embracing Spring"; 19, Xi Murong's "A Flowering Tree".

prose Ao Hongliang's "Learning to Be Grateful"; Zhu Ziqing's "Moonlight on the Lotus Pond"; "Spring"; Lu Xun's "Snow"; the happy wandering "Women Like Flowers"; Mei Ting Yingxue "Lighting a Heart Lamp"; "The Light Woman"; "The Story of Yueyang Tower"; "Man Jianghong"; "Haiyan"; "Feeling Qingming", "Don't", "Light Orchid", "A Man on the Road", "Mourning a Maple Tree", "I am proud, I am Chinese"; "Populus euphratica in the depths of the desert"; "Snow Country"; "You Are a Song in My Heart"; "Heaven for the Soul to Worship"; Shu Road Difficulty"; "Father is the Past of My Life"; "The Passing Years in Silence"; "Begonia Flower Festival"; Untitled ; Shanghu Dream"; Waiting for Us to Get Old"; "I Love This Land"; "A Smile"; "You are the most beautiful encounter in my life"; "How Long Can We Love Without the Internet" and "Winter Rhyme".

Homesickness When I was a child, homesickness was a small stamp.

I'm on this side, and my mother is on the other side.

Growing up, nostalgia was a narrow ticket.

I'm on this end, and the bride is on the other side.

Later, nostalgia is a low grave.

I'm outside, and my mother is inside.

And now, nostalgia is a shallow strait.

I'm here, homesickness".

The song of the hometown is a clear flute, which always sounds on a moonlit night.

The appearance of his hometown is a vague melancholy, as if waving goodbye in the fog.

After parting, nostalgia is a tree without annual rings, never getting old.

Homesickness" The tears of homesickness, dripping under the eaves of the rainy day, in the bowl, in the rice, swallowed into the stomach, let the homesick person get drunk, drunk in the dream, dream in the hometown, is a reed flute, ringing in the heart of the homesick.

Homesickness" My homesickness is the string of the kite, the farther away from home, the longer the longing, my homesickness is the wine treasured in my heart, the longer I am away from home, the more mellow the taste.

My nostalgia is the stars hidden in the sky, and in the dead of night, they shine one by one.

My nostalgia is the full moon over and over again.

My homesickness is a column of sailboats.

My homesickness is the constant sea.

My homesickness is the shore in the distance.

Hometown is a magnet.

The hometown is the placenta.

My nostalgia is my child's expectation of milk.

It's an unrequited apprehension.

It is an unwavering return and attachment.

Old horse - Zang Ke's family.

You have to fit a larger car enough.

He didn't say a word.

The pressure on the back is buckled into the flesh.

It hung its head heavily.

I don't know the next moment of life.

Its tears went to the heart.

The modern poems suitable for collective recitation by primary school students include: "Ode to the Yellow River", "Long Live Youth", "Youth China", "Believe in the Future", "Mother of the Motherland", "Singing the Motherland", "Campus Morning", and "Ode to the Teacher".

Campus Morning" The wind took away the snoring of the night, the campus woke up from a sweet dream, the morning breeze rubbed her eyes, and the quiet campus suddenly became lively.

The eldest sister walked into the campus, carrying a schoolbag, talking and laughing with her classmates.

The big brother ran into the campus, holding snacks and eating them with relish.

The little students jumped into the campus, carrying colorful schoolbags and playing games with their classmates.

The beautiful class ** sounded, just like the yellow warbler singing, the students walked into the classroom in an orderly manner, and the sound of reading echoed in the campus.

The teacher hurriedly walked into the classroom, holding a thick handout in his hand, bringing a wealth of knowledge to the students, and a new day began to ......