Modern Classic Poetry Recitation

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 2

Late 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 Recitation5

Passion 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


Even the waves



The raging sea


Can't stop me



I'm going to let my passion for life be stirred up by my pursuits


I'm going to let my years be painted with colorful hues

I'm going to use the time to weave the wings of the future

I'm going to use the time to weave the wings of the future

I'm going to use the time to weave the wings of the future

Fly and soar to my heart's content

Modern Classic Poetry Recitation 8

The 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 9

Outside 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



All the sorrows and bitterness have been smoothed out one by one



But the best virtues of our lives

are here and now, deep in our souls

Radiating an everlasting light

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As a little girl, I knew that my mother was the most beautiful and powerful goddess in the world

And that she was the most beautiful and powerful goddess in the world. The most powerful goddess in the world

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 11

Thoughts, 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 14

We 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.

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Papa'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.