Spring poetry recitation

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 1

The 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 3

The 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 5

A 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 7

Walking 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 8

Blowing 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 9

Walking 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 highway

Forever and ever and ever it is rushing too.

Spring Poetry Reading 10

This 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 11

That 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

Spring Poetry 13

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 Poetry Recitation 15

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 Poetry Recitation 16

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 ......

Spring Poetry Recitation 18

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.

Spring Poetry Recitation 19

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

Spring Poetry Recitation 21

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

Spring Poem Recitation 23

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

springtime. Poetry Recitation 24

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.