In study, work and even life, many people are no strangers to some widely circulated poetry, right, poetry is full of the author's thoughts and feelings and rich imagination. What kind of poetry is good poetry? The following is my collection of poetry recitation about spring, I hope it can help you.
Spring Poetry Recitation 1The Germination of a Poem
The Germination of a Poem
After I wrote this poem last night
In my happy dream
And at the moment when I opened my eyes
The grass underneath me is soft
The white clouds on my body are soft.
And when I close my eyes I can smell
The fragrance of some flowers approaching
The sunlight
The sunlight at eight o'clock
Is coming in through the window
Carrying the warmth of kindness
A group of eagles in high flight
Shedding light on the world with my vision
In this poem there are Water
The water that never returns
Forgets the moment when it echoes at the embankment
A row of women in guan clothes hold their youth in their songs
I am the clothes in their hands
The liquid of happiness that is being kneaded out of my hands
In this poem there are also references to the winds
Which come from afar and which are heading for the future
Some dreams are green on the shore where I stand. Some dreams are green and reflecting on the shore
Intentionally waiting for a few fish to come and hold them
And so a springtime arrives
And a poem begins to germinate
A poem's germination begins a springtime
Lying on the field of days
My body grows butterfly wings
Preparing for an enchanted flight. Spring Poetry Recitation 2
The First Rain
The first rain of spring
Falls quietly in the depths of a midnight dream
Shy and mysterious
It's a girl's saree that falls in the darkness
The earth's drumskin
Strikes a mallet on the guttering water
I first woke up in March. p> I first woke up in the peach blossom forest in March
Two soft grumbles called two swallows returning from the south
Without opening their eyes
The branches of the trees spilled out between the
closure of their lips
They stretched their heads out longer and longer
Proclaiming the gospel of freshness
Without closing their ears to hear
A breeze rose up between their breaths
A wind in the
The grass dances innocently to the sunlight
Pouring out the sweetness of new life
When the girl puts away her hairbrush
The first rain is so sentimental in its farewell
When the sunlight reappears over the mountains in rainbows
How beautiful are the unwakened dreams of spring
And how beautiful are they
When you put on your clothes and wear a dress, you can see that you have been given the opportunity to wear the same clothes.
Put on your clothes for a new day
Let's start a new journey as soon as possible
A new journey will lead us closer to a new season
Step out the door and go to the horizon of the front hill
You can catch a green spring field
Spring Poetry Reading 3The sunlight comes down at an angle
The sunlight at eight o'clock slanted down
It was a spring morning
I stood in front of the Hongyun Hotel
I was enjoying the occasional wanderings of the birds
The air was so fresh that it didn't hide
If the sunlight was just a carefree child
How could the passing of the years
bury the childhood joy that was all around me
I was so happy to be here
I was so happy to be here
The sunlight slanted down at eight o'clock.
A man walks in the square
He's proud
He walks on the green clouds of his dreams
The sun is so close to the warmth
Two women walk by
They're happy
Crisp, high-pitched steps
Matching the voice of the yellow warbler
They pour out A spring cosmetic
And a season of new fashions
Three children walking away
They are happy
With the language of sound and movement
Arranging a whole weekend
And a little ten-minute recess
Countless cars come and go
They are surging
The wind kisses hotly all over
And makes seductive and deadly chants
The sun is still slanting down after seeing everything at a quarter to eight
I squint at it with one eye
And it squints at me
And the shadows sneak long
And nestle their heads too early into the threshold of spring
The spring poems are a little bit more than a little bit of a spring.
March in Qianbei
The daytime strips the pedestrians of their garments
I don't see any clouds made of rain coming out
The wind dives into the night with a fine rustle
I'm instantly alerted to the fact that the flowers are falling
I'm burning the candle to guard the red dress
The grass wants rain, and the seeds want to be made red
I'm not sure if it's the right time for this.
The grass needs rain, the seed needs rain
The swallow needs rain, the poet needs rain
The fish needs rain, the sheep needs rain
Thinking of this, I don't dare to light the lamps with the stars
I don't dare to let the moon polish the windows
Alone, I follow the thoughts
One moment, I am near to the peach blossoms of the Book of Psalms
One moment I see the warblers' cries of a thousand miles of green against the red
One moment, I am near to the window, and I see the warbler's cries of green against red
One moment I am near the window.
At this time of the year, no matter what kind of weather
it is spring
Spring Poetry Recitation 5A Fantasy Love
You are still classically standing at the window
gazing at the whole depressed winter
some of the fish are gently slipping away. Fish filaments are gently slipping down
Silently moistening the barrenness of your vision
I have returned from afar
In the willow future of February
My smile has opened up
Resolutely dispersing the sadness in your heart
At that time, I was knocked down by a stone because I had lost a pair of eyes on you
Kneeling down to you like an offering of love.
You suddenly smiled
The ice on the river began to break merrily
I shouted that the azaleas were in bloom
On a faraway terrace
And I wanted to pick them and crown you
You turned around sharply, and the trees tilted slightly
Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Dong Dong
This is the first breeze of softly warm spring.
In this land
A forest is beginning to grow again
They show the world their pride of place in their primitive standing
A meadow will be green again
They show the human race the traditional and bold softness of their swing in the breeze
They show the human race the traditional and bold softness of their swing in the breeze
They show the human race the traditional and bold softness of their swing in the wind.
A group of kind-hearted people have begun to plough again
With their March ploughing and April planting
They have proved to another generation that sweat is equal to harvest
Who says silence is a quiet death
When the seeds sown
Waiting for a storm
Break out of the earth overnight
Who says that labor is a fool's errand
When the sweet scent of rice after the gold
feeds another generation to run and explore
I see another group of children with red scarves where I've been
Repeatedly chasing and singing
And I'm going to carry the weight of
The land that gives life. I will carry the weight of the life given to me by the land
Where others have walked or fallen
Like a tree, I will stand or run
The land, this dear land
I am a farmer's son
And I love you as the mountains and the waters of my hometown
Will always be young
I love you as my folks
Will always be close to me to the end of time. Close to death
Spring Poetry Recitation 7Walking on a new day
The sky is transparent
The eyes are transparent
Some colors have faded in sleep
Life is transparent
The road is clean.
The feet are clean
Some dirt has been stomped away at the threshold
The past behind us and the tomorrow in front of us
Are clean
The plants are fresh
The nose is fresh
Some dust has been knocked away by the dew
And the blood and the limbs are fresh
The streams are merry.
The throat is merry
Some hurt flows away with the falling flowers
The song that is hummed is merry
The traffic is rushing
The heart is rushing
Some lanes are blazed by the ages
The day is like going on the highway
Forever and ever and ever, too, it is rushing.
Spring Poetry Recitation 8Blowing spring in your direction
Spring is on its way to the end
I can't hold your fingers, caught off guard by the pallor
Those hearts that came too late to exchange
The sensation of missing your soulmate in a poem
Listening intently, singing in the wind
Those who recite spring, lose their lips
Those who hold their breath, embrace it with open arms
Like the wings of a paper kite taking off
The poet says, spring is a coup
A vast motherland, burying one's dreams
Rivers have the waists of a fish, and the litheness of a bird
The river hides The river hides the upheaval of one's life
Looking up, the moon rises freely
The stars sink, the sleepwalker sleeps here, the wanderer exudes and makes a boat
A river modifies a dynasty
All troubles disappear here
Spring has come to an end
In the springtime of the sleepwalker, earthly nostalgia is all over the place
Weeds. I recite, I sing
Those sobbing poems, those guilty hearts
Wake up in another river
Spring Poetry Recitation 9Walking on a new day
The sky is transparent
The eyes are transparent
Some colors have faded in sleep
Life is transparent
The road is clean
Feet are clean
Some dirt has been stomped away at the threshold
The past behind and the tomorrow in front of me
Are clean
Plants are clean
Noses are clean
The sky is transparent
Some dust has been beaten away by the dew
The eyes are transparent
The sky is transparent
The eyes are transparent
The eyes are transparent
The eyes are transparent
The eyes are transparent
The eyes are transparent
And blood and limbs are fresh
The streams are merry
The throats are merry
Some wounds flow away with the falling flowers
The songs that come out of the hummer are merry
The traffic is rushing
The heart is rushing
Some paths are blazed by the ages
< p> The day is like a highwayForever and ever and ever it is rushing too.
Spring Poetry Reading 10This spring
This spring my heart is in turmoil
One moment I think of certain tombstones
One moment I think of my childhood
This spring my heart is very much in turmoil
A poem has been written by spring
My dedication is the spring grass leaves and flower crowns
What else can I do in this spring
Who else can I embrace the beautiful spring light with
Spring Poetry Recitation 11That the spring of poetry
By Liu Hengwu
The spring of poetry,
has come quietly;
the chapters of hope hang on the branches.
The spring of poetry,
has quietly sprouted;
everywhere is the flower of joy.
The spring of poetry,
The spring of love;
There is already that pride in life.
The spring of poetry,
The spring of love;
That love's poetry is endless.
The spring of poetry,
The spring of colorfulness;
The colorful picture of that poetry.
The spring of poetry,
The spring of climbing'
The inspiration of that poetry.
The spring of poetry,
the spring of inspiration;
like that majestic waterfall.
The spring of poetry,
The splendid spring;
Flashing with splendid vigor.
The spring of poetry,
the lush spring;
like the lush sky tree.
The spring of poetry,
like the spring of springs;
like the clear mountain springs of that mountain stream.
The spring of poetry,
the beautiful spring;
like the budding lotus flower.
The spring of poetry,
like the cloudy spring;
like the colorful clouds on the sky.
The spring of poetry,
like the spring of the sea;
like the fantastic and changeable sea.
The spring of poetry,
the spring of sunshine;
the sunshine with that splendid poetry!
Spring Poetry Recitation 12 A Walk in the Green Weekend Meeting with a kite Going to the tip of a hill in the countryside Releasing my son Tightly muffled all the winter's jubilance Flying from afar, a Floating leaf Back and forth with my son My wife lies down And kisses The warm hyacinth beneath me All afternoon I've been restless I've wanted to Dig out my son's homework from his bag And help him sweep it all away The Ballad of Spring Spring is in the branches Spring is in the flowers Spring is in the swallows' wings Spring is in the pigeons' whistles Spring is in the mountains Spring is in the river Spring is in the mountains Spring is in the river Spring is in the mountains Spring is in the rivers Spring is in the fields Spring is in the fields Spring has given the ancient city a hundred charming beauties Spring thunder beats the drums Spring breeze runs and calls out Spring rain sows songs Spring tide is surging like a wave A vibrant spring dyes every cell of the people green A hopeful bird is quietly building a nest in the hearts of the people in Beijing It is A bird of hope is quietly building a nest Spring Poetry Recitation 14 I have a date with spring Gentle spring, broke into my life. The cold ice, seems to be a thing of the past. The willow has put on a new green dress, because she has a date with the spring The wind is blowing in the direction of love, The willow is twisting, the soft waist, what a charming line. Fluttering to her heart's content Dancing to her heart's content; The pomegranate blossom wears a pomegranate skirt, For she has a date with spring. The wind blew in the direction of love, and the pomegranate blushed in shame, and laughed secretly in the bushes and the swallows put on their tuxedos and flew in from afar. Because she has a date with spring. The swallows dance, The swallows dance, The swallows dance; I came in haste, For I have a date with spring. Spring Footprints Look, the little squirrel is coming out! Jumping and hopping happily. Look, the swallows are coming back! Squeaking the song of spring; The clothes on people's backs, are getting thinner and thinner; The fluff on the animals, is getting less and less. Listen to the rustling spring rain, nourishing the grass by the river; listen to the gentle spring wind, waking up all the small animals! Walk to the fields, everywhere is the golden rape flowers; walk to the city, everywhere is the verdant balsam camphor trees. Smell, the roadside flowers, They all emit a fresh fragrance; Smell, the warm air, Contained in the sun's fragrant breath ...... Look, the river thawed! Flowing happily; Look, it's getting warmer, We're jumping for joy! Spring Rally Winter has just passed, and some of the flowers of the hasty letters are fighting each other, to catch up with the Spring Rally, because of the fear of tardiness, the grass and the willows have come to report in advance, the annual Who wants to miss it. The swallows murmur, the messenger of the spring girl, the plains are dressed in green, the earth is bathed in the spring light, everything is full of vitality. The branches of the spring flowers are covered with yellow buds. With the breeze, they gently bobbed their heads. The petunia vines are climbing upward around the rope, and the small green leaves at the tips of the vines are not yet completely open, like a hand trying to catch something. The spring girl came to the riverbank, and covered it with a furry green carpet, and the starry wildflowers, yellow, pink, snow-white, pale red and purple opened up amidst the green grass. A group of birds were chirping, They were nesting, and the chirping seemed to say: Spring is coming! Spring is here! Spring Spring is a colorful book - Yellow spring flowers, Red peach blossoms, Green willow leaves, White pear blossoms ...... Spring is a colorful book - Yellow spring flowers, Red peach blossoms, Green willow leaves, White pear blossoms Spring is a book that laughs- The little pond smiles, The dimples are round and big; The little child laughs, Grinning his little mouth ...... Spring is a book that sings- The spring thunder rumbles, Spring rain drips, Swallows chirp, Frogs croak ...... I'm a little raindrop of spring I'm a little raindrop of spring, I first told people that Spring has come, I woke up everything with the sound of dripping. Everything will grow fast under my guidance. I am not stopping for a moment in the sky. I am a spring drizzle, the earth gave me life, and I will give it back to the earth. But I have no regrets. I can make the earth green, but I have no regrets. My sacrifice will make the earth colorful, that is my greatest wish. I am the spring drizzle, every drop of my sweat, is the spirit of the earth, is the agar of all things. I am the little raindrops of spring, though I come and go in a hurry, and my life is short, but I am happier because I can bring joy to others. The Gift of Spring Let's just pick a wisp of fragrance Borrow a gust of wind, and send it to your dreamland If you turn over in your dream It must be me Coming to you Waking up. You will be surprised to find a small flower on your pillow A small flower It must be the one you picked last night at the window when the moon was in the middle of the sky A book of poems, and a room of silence You, clothed in your own clothes, lying on top of your thoughts Gradually falling into sleep You will be surprised to see that I have come to your side. Outside the dream A small flower, with its even breath Tells you the story of the dream The story of the dream Stepping on the sand of the desert winds and sands, I go to the legend of the Divine Eagles and the Warrior Couple to see The snow is full of bow blades Or smoked with the winds of the South Tang Dynasty To the words of Li Yu's Flower Room. In the words of Li Yu's "Flowers and Flowers" Spring Flowers and Autumn Moon Such romance is very far and very near When you look down, you will see You will see You will see A poem is coming to you from afar With a flower's fragrance A dream's The gift of spring is meant to be such a loop to be sweetly handed to you You will see that all the arrangements are in the sunlight are a kind of heavenly will Spring Poetry 20 Waiting for the spring < By Li Aiyi The dry willow branches Shrink their vitality Leaving only a layer of dead skin Coping with The torture of the cold winter Even if the sunlight dances I will never understand the temptation Even if the plum blossom smells good I will never compare myself to the others I will never compare myself to the others I will always wait for spring. I have my own season Silent Waiting I don't know if I'm remembering the spring Or longing for the spring The spring of my memories Has already passed as far as two seasons The spring of my longing Has already wandered by the door Waiting Waiting for the time when the spring thunder resounds Waiting for the spring rain to dampen the branches so that the vibrant greenery will flow so that all of the life will unfold with longing The years have carved into my body standing as a thought in the cold winds. Standing in thought in the cold wind Watching the days fly by Waiting in thought Waiting for spring A medal of spring By Du Yan In the sky, a ray of light Speeding through the clouds, a medal Shining in the coming spring. All things in the world are intoxicated In the mother's embrace, this winter Snowflakes, still flying freely in the sky Just one more, the dark red of spring The murmur of winter has already engraved a medal for Spring The dove of peace has also sent a peace message to the earth The dove of peace has also sent a peace message to the earth The dove of peace has also sent a peace message to the earth. A letter of peace in spring The seed of spring Takes root in the warmth of the mother's embrace Sprouts In the snow and ice Waiting quietly for the spring to blossom Spring is coming towards us The hibernating serpent is intoxicated by the simplicity of the winter Huddled in the heart of the mother's beloved house, the snake is in a deep sleep. Huddled in the heart of a mother's love Snowflakes decorate the hall of dreams for them The dying winter Carved a medal of continuity for the spring of the coming year My heart, along with the winter Has been buried in the frosty soil Winter sends the spring the most beautiful wish of the coming year The spring of the coming year. The most beautiful wish for spring Standing at the intersection of spring By: Twilight Rain Listening to Xuan Standing at the intersection of the cold wind Waiting for the spring The snow continues to drift, paved Intersection of spring Continue to walk, climbed the twelve o'clock of the hillock Measuring the length of the seasons in one turn of the wheel As winter turns to spring Sandwiched between the seams, only one snowfall Falls in the winter and melts away in the spring Perhaps I'm at the window of the winter Watching from afar the sunshine of the spring Feeling the warmth of the winter and the coldness of the spring To which direction the wind is blowing Direction Wherever the wind blows No harm done, I'm already at the end of the lane in spring Sacrifice Using a fallen leaf as a letterhead I'll send you the memories of three years ago And then you'll be reading them by the fireplace in the winter and burning them I'll send you the state of my heart with the water from a drop of water in the winter To send me the state of my heart, I'll use a drop of water from the winter To send me the state of my heart. Send the state of my heart Freeze into a ling when it touches the eaves Melt in another season of warmth Carry on what should have been carried on before Dig a mound in my heart Bury the ashes of the leaves Offer a pillar of incense in the season of remembrance Waiting for spring By Yoyo to the creek In the snow Hands in the pants pockets Head down Hurriedly hurrying That must Not be a photographer The one who appreciates the scenery Above the world How many people are trying to survive in the cold wind chasing after the sun Who needs the sunlight more than they do the white earth waiting for the spring to welcome that springtime spring-like warmth Spring Street By: Heart Without Increase or Decrease I always want to meet you Together in the wind and rain Together in the street full of rhymes The hibernating spring breeze is gradually waking up Treading out the poetic dance and melody Let the years and youthfulness be silky smooth. How many times have we brushed against each other Everything seems to be in a hurry Let's light up all the streetlights with our warm eyes As long as we carry the spring in our hearts Even the loneliest cold night won't be cold The spring of the street Doesn't need to be a big, flashy show It doesn't need to be a big, flashy show It doesn't need to be a big, flashy show It doesn't need to be a big, flashy show. And when you wake up, you'll be surprised to find that there is a little flower on your pillow.