15 Modern Classic Poetry Recitations
In daily study, work or life, we all know some classic poetry, right? Poetry in the form, not as a unit of sentence, but as a unit of behavior, and the branch line is mainly based on the rhythm, rather than the meaning of the main. Still struggling to find good poetry? Here is my help to organize the modern classic poetry recitation, for your reference and reference, I hope to help the friends in need.
Modern Classic Poetry Recitation 1
The future road of life
Rugged and long
The bumpy road of life
The hardship of work will be accompanied by the whole life
The physical injury is hard to predict
The trauma of the heart is hard to measure
The sky is full of unpredictable weather
The people are at risk for every moment of every day
The people are at risk for every day of every year
The people are at risk for every day of every year of every year of every year of every year of every year of every year of every year. In the heart
Pursue your dreams
Eliminate all distractions
Set your sights
Stick to your course
Seek in the midst of hardship
Break through the darkness of the pre-dawn hours
After the storm comes the rainbow
The path of life lies beneath your feet
Climbing the mountain Not afraid of heights
Along the strange steep walls
Over this hurdle
And that beam
You'll find that what you've gone through
Can't be beat at your feet
Look ahead to see your goal
Hang in there
You've crossed another shoal
And the colorful world is right in front of you
The future's coming.
The road to the future is at your feet
Modern Classic Poetry Recitation 2Late Corn at the Mid-Autumn Festival
The autumn moon shines down on the earth
and also illuminates the late corn in front of the house
People in the city are raising their glasses to enjoy the moon
People in the countryside are all breaking the late corn
I lament the helplessness of this Mid-Autumn Festival
The busyness is not relaxing. I lamented the helplessness of this Mid-Autumn Festival
I am not relaxed because of the busyness
Chang'e is holding the Jade Rabbit to watch
She spreads a piece of splendor on the earth
The whiskers of the maize are extraordinarily flaunting
The golden maize is glittering
Rampant flying insects are entangled in the body
The chirping of the crickets is again a confession to the bleakness of the night
Sitting on the pile of maize
I am not happy because of the busyness of this Mid-Autumn Festival. The fragrance of the mooncake
The different flavors
Have formed an iron wall
Modern Classic Poetry Recitation 3
New Year's Day
By: Countryside Savage
The rich celebrate New Year's Day
With big bags and small packages to be carried to their homes
The traffic is busy, busy, busy, busy, busy, busy, busy, busy, busy, busy, busy, busy, busy, busy, busy, busy, busy.
The New Year's Day for those who don't have any money,
The streets are full of empty hands,
In front of the stores,
The eyes are dry,
The eyes are dry,
The eyes are dry!
The boss is going home to drive his BMW,
He calls the wind and the rain, and he is so powerful, so powerful, so powerful, so powerful!
The part-timers are going home for the New Year,
It's hard to find a ticket,
The station is crowded with people,
It's a big crowd!
The whole year is a long time coming,
The family is in the center of it all.
The government officials are busy counting the money in the New Year,
and they are busy shopping in the malls,
so they don't have to spend any money.
The second wife and the third wife came to the party
The table is full of delicacies and seafood
The dog is chewing on the bone, and the dog is chewing on the bone!
The power and the power to eat well,
The days are full of immortals,
The days are full of immortals,
The days are full of immortals,
The days are full of immortals.
The Prince of X Park,
The dog is wearing a flower coat and holding it in his hand, holding it in his hand!
The street children are living on the street,
They are not covered with clothes, they are fighting against the wind and the cold, fighting against the wind and the cold.
New Year's Day for the poor
Bitterness, happiness and sweetness,
Green vegetables and cabbages in the hot pot,
Plus a plate of dried radish, dried radish, dried radish!
A glass of old wine is a good way to get through
A cup of rice is a good way to get through the seasons.
The most important thing is to strengthen your body and to keep it healthy, and to keep your face healthy.
Mugwort, already hanging in front of the door
Children wearing scented bags, running all over the street
Standing on the shore of the years
Adults will be Xionghuang wine slowly poured down
Peeling rice dumplings
Peeling a thousand years of history
Peeling a thousand years of love
And I, I want to A pole of bamboo
Holds up a river of afterglow
Holds up an eternal memorial
Setting aside the ripples of May
Tracing back to the river, Qu Yuan
In the posture of a water bird
Brings your name
From Miluo
In the sky of May, the winds are gentle and the clouds are light
The past events of the Chu State are spreading out with the wind.
The patriotic poet who is full of ambition and has a long flowing coat
The sword never leaves his hand
With a thousand years in the air
A thousand years of sighing
The sad sound of the qin and sepulchre
In the valleys, the sound of the voice is whistling
Modern Classic Poetry Recitation5Passion is always burning, ideals are always running,
Young us, full of vitality, we are all full of energy, and we have a lot of energy. p> Young us, full of vigor and strength,
There can be no midnight games and popcorn,
but there must be late-night reading and whispers;
Lap after lap on the playground,
How much sweat sprinkled, how many tears outline,
Passion soars, there is no end to the youthful runway,
The library and the
The classroom, ideas and concepts in the exchange,
The desire for knowledge and faith in the roots of the germination, unyielding growth;
There is also a bleacher him and her,
Shy smile, watery eyes,
Always in the relative smile, the beauty of the cloud,
White magnolias, bloomed in the early summer,
Pure and pure
The youth is too beautiful, too good, is the heart of the holy place of worship forever,
Open a book of time,
timidity, courage, laughter, tears and yi yi past,
are in the memory of the stored energy, live days.
My mother's eyes have been pierced through
I returned late
I could no longer find
the me in her eyes
The voice that shouted my name was muffled
Even in my dreams
I could only vaguely see
my mother's lips moving
the white hairs of her temples fluttering away.
The stream is still there
The water is still flowing
The water that used to play
I don't dare to scoop it up
For fear that it will easily
Wash away the grooves on my face
And take away the laughter that was buried in my wrinkles
I've decided
I'm not going to look for where that water belongs.
I've decided
not to look for the return of the water
nor to trace the path of the water
to finally realize
that the one who sends me off and greets me
even without a word
is still a mother
The night when the lights come on
the neon lights are alluring
in the midst of all the bustle
of the heart of the city
the heart of the city
the heart of the city
of the city
of the city
of the city. The heart of the city
Beats rhythmically with its noisy pulse
Shining brightly
Watching the tidal wave of people moving back and forth
Strange faces changing like light and shadow in front of my eyes
Without desire and without purpose
Stopping my trekking steps
Finding a quiet place to rest my body and soul
Sitting under the dusky sun Sitting in the dusk under the slanting sun
The leaves of the green trees along the street are gently swaying in the wind
The leaves are falling all over the place
The sadness that I can't tell you is crashing into my eyes
Stirring up the innermost feelings of innocence
Things have changed since the beginning of the world
The years can't stand up to the ravages of the past
Standing in the midst of the city
The only thing you can see when looking up is the sky
You can't see the sky, but it's the only thing that you can see.
I can only see a part of the sky when I look up
The sky that is covered by the buildings
is held hostage by two parallel lines
Long and thin
Standing by the side of the road
Happily enjoying the warmth of the light
Stretching out my finger, I drew a circle
framed by the simple happiness
My future isn't a dream
I am so happy to be here, I can't believe I am here.
How many aspirations and failures have been involved in my pursuit
In the passing years
I have always been so unsure of myself
Fear of failure
I have always been afraid of pursuing
Dust in my life
Like the years, there has always been abandonment, there has always been hope
I have pursued my dream of the future
I have pursued my dream of the future
I have pursued my dream of the future, I have pursued my dream of the future, I have pursued the future, I have pursued the future, I have pursued the future, I have pursued the future, I have pursued the future.
I'm pursuing my dreams
Fly and soar to my heart's content
Modern Classic Poetry Recitation 8The chain of life is turning my feet
Pulling our desire to plow the fields and burn the bricks
Scaffolding and towers
Increasing the index of happiness of our laborers
At the same time, it also makes the cost of living
Rolling forward like a snowball. snowballing forward
We mix our sweat into the cement of the buildings we build
We put the wings of our imagination and the codes of our culture
into the walls of China
Life, which demands that we live and reproduce
And so we put the rhythms of our labor onto the high-speed railroads
And we put the colors of our labor
into books and advertisements
And so we put the rhythms of our labor onto the high speed railroads
And we put the colors of our labor into books and advertisements
Labor exhausted us
We labored at the podium
In the writing room
Under the lights of the laboratory
Laboring
Like biting gears
Unceasingly
We labored in the blazing sun
And in the deep shafts of the coal mines
We Like sunburnt bark
Like blackened rhesus monkeys
And labor is like a train without end
Rumbling
Labor is also like a poem
Arranged line by line in front of our eyes as laborers
Warm as the springtime
Modern Classic Poetry Recitation 9Outside of my dreams
There is a familiar, trembling figure. A figure so familiar that one shudders
comes over the waves
It is my mother sitting on a wall chart
at the foot of my bed, blossoming a simple bitter cauliflower
silently
My mother's blood has always maintained the essence of a river
a feathery body that is so soft it can't be any more soft
presenting the most sublime transparency of an ordinary woman
a body of feathers that is so soft it can't be any more soft
presenting the most sublime transparency of an ordinary woman.
The head's uplift
Always the children and the four walls of the home
Motherhood is happiness, the meaning of home
The tide that cleanses the soul, and
The continuity of today and tomorrow
The days of green, the days of the birds, and the days of the crow's feet
The mother's smile in her crow's feet.
Now that my mother has passed from the paths of a foreign land to the wall charts
You will always be our fairy sister
Mom, our children miss you so much
Your unstinting love and healthy education for our children's families of origin
have made us, who are also filial to our in-laws, the successes we are today
Mom, your upbringing, your spirit, and your youthful and beautiful face
are with us in our lives. Your education, your spirit and your beautiful young face are with us in our lives, Mom!
Fifteen years after your departure, Dad lived for you
With us and our children, Dad will be happy for the rest of his life ......
Modern Classic Poetry Recitation 11Thoughts, surging in the night
Appendix lights, neon flashes, just look, the silhouette is like a flower
The full moon is full of dreams, thrilling the heart. The full moon is full of dreams, exciting the heart, take a rose
hand to leave a fragrance, waiting for the dark night, lit up the past like smoke
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Your beauty, hidden in the heart, I do not know, in the flow of the years
How much more obsessed, always want to be in the night
will be your silhouette of the Guanqian, but you are always like a candlelight
flickering and dark, your fragrance lingers in the heart. Your fragrance lingers in my heart
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Mangy night, a kind of nostalgia, the thoughts turn around, cozy dreams
Every excitement, the blooming of your pretty face
If one day, retracing the path of love, the sweetness of the past will be displayed, to see the beautiful purples and reds, listen to the birds sing happily
Smell the fragrance of flowers in the four seasons, and taste the drop of dewdrops in the morning
To wash away the darkness of the night, I would like to see you in a new place. p>
Wash away the darkness of the night, brew a cup of love
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In the night alone, the lingering words, sent to the starlight
Can you illuminate the broken sentences of the remaining chapters of the insomnia of the bird, stepped down a tree
The residual flowers, the fall of the red.
The moon, the thoughts will flow
In front of the stone of the three lifetimes, engraved with the sadness of thoughts
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The wind is slowly, but do not blow away the thick thoughts, the fingers are interlocked
The concept of a qu queer, in the silence of the music in the three thousand weak water
Drinking a ladle of loneliness and longing, writing a note of words, and the love of the relevant
With the memory of the frame of your shadow, the eyes of my obsession
The eyes of my obsession with the world.
In my infatuated eyes
Modern Classic Poetry Recitation 12"April on earth is full of fragrance",
May acacia flowers fragrance roaming the sky.
When the acacia tree blossoms,
it is an earnest expectation for me.
The strong fragrance of the acacia flowers,
caused the bees and butterflies to be busy.
The white ones are like snow,
and the purple ones touch the happy sadness.
The fragrance of the acacia flowers in May,
the thoughts are longer than the night.
There are no years to look back on,
only regrets.
May is the season of growth,
in my busy and stacked bedding dismantling and washing music.
The needle is the baton of happiness,
and the lead wire dances on the bedding to write a poem.
The thimble is worn on the middle finger of the right hand,
and the tip of the index finger of the left hand still has a needle prick wound.
In fact, now do not have to work so hard,
Nai have memory has been deep into the marrow.
Because the heart has been looking forward to,
the memory will flower beautifully.
"My poor wife sewing zhang line"
The mother's demonstration while teaching has been soft on my heart.
Flowers were raised,
Praise songs were sung:
Motherland, today is your birthday ......
Tears flowed out,
Heart waves swept up:
Motherland,
Your face is beautiful,
The country is beautiful,
The country is beautiful,
The country is beautiful,
The country is beautiful.
Your face is so beautiful that the world looks at you with surprise.
Your arms are so strong that they can save the world,
Your eyes are looking at the sea and the sky,
and the world is the stage for your performance.
Eyes gathered,
pride rose:
Motherland, I am proud of you!
I am your son and daughter
I am proud!
The tears flowed out,
jumped up in joy:
Motherland,
you stride forward in a beautiful pose,
followed by three thousand beauties who gave up their modeling steps.
Your voice rings out,
Your grand blueprint shines out:
China, not to be hegemonic.
China, has moved towards great rejuvenation!
Dance, dance,
Wish:
Motherland, today is your birthday,
The green mountains wish you a long life,
The beautiful water wishes you a long life;
The time is right, the place is right, and the people are in harmony,
The nine states celebrate the prosperity of the country.
The wine glass is up,
We stand up:
Motherland, please accept our blessings
Happy birthday to you
Modern classic poetry recitation 14We love our mother, too,
but it's not the same as our mother loves us.
Our love is a stream,
Mother's love is an ocean.
The dewdrops on the hyacinth,
round and bright
are the rays given by the sun.
The days of April
Half brilliant, half glorious,
That's where the spring winds walk.
Our happiness
is the smile on our mother's face;
our pain
is the deep sorrow in our mother's eyes
We can go far, far away
but we can't always get out of the square of our mother's heart.
The sun outside is so bright,
The green tree surrounded by the flowers of the cluster tightly entangled ......
I happily enjoy this beautiful scenery
But I can not forget that this is a precious gift you gave me.
I don't want to talk about how much you've done for me,
I don't want to talk about how much you've done for me.
It will always be unknown,
never finish writing and catching.
Once you said to me,
I am the most important one in your life,
thank God for giving me to you.
Now I want to tell you,
Mom, you are the same.
Mother, do you know how great you are?
In my eyes,
you are the embodiment of the good things in the world,
always sacred;
you are the angel in my heart,
not only only let you guard in the future,
I will also guard you.
Perhaps others may find it exaggerated,
but not for me.
In the face of these impoverished words,
can never express a third of your love for me.
15Papa's love,
What is it?
Dad takes me out to play,
The joyful laughter spreads in all directions.
Daddy's love is cheerful laughter.
One day,
I had a high fever,
Dad looked at the weak me,
and turned pale.
Dad's love is pale face.
Whenever I didn't do well in exams,
Dad always smiled and said,
"You will do well next time."
Dad's love is a thoughtful smile.
It was hot in the summer,
there was no air conditioning,
my father sat beside me,
with a fan in his hand,
and fanned me again and again,
and I saw,
and I saw a bead of sweat,
sliding down from my father's head.
Dad's love is a bead of sweat.
Whenever I did something wrong,
Dad would always stare at me with a stern gaze,
until I admitted my mistake.
Dad's love is a stern gaze.
Dad's love is still ......
This is dad's love.