In real life or work and study, we have more or less come into contact with some classic modern poems, right? The poems are rhythmically distinct and orderly, and the sound harmony and rhyme are beautiful. What kind of modern poems have you seen? The following is my collection of modern poems suitable for reading aloud (generic 6), welcome to read and collect.
Writing to Youth
Even in the darkness of the night
I can read your silhouette
Even in the garden
I can feel your heartbeat
I understand
Youth is a poem that the night can't encircle
The night is a poem that the night can't encircle
The night is a poem that the night can't encircle. p> Youth is a dance that flowers cannot embrace
Youth is the winding of flowing clouds
Youth is the passion of a volcanic eruption
But remember
Youth's shooting star
Crosses the sky of life only once
Long live youth Sequential Poem By Wang Meng
All the days, all the Come all the days,
Let me weave you, with the golden thread of youth,
and the celluloid of happiness.
There was the singing and laughing on the boat, the dancing on the campus under the moon,
The trekking in the drizzling rain, the marching on the morning of the first snow,
There were also the heated arguments, the leaping, warm hearts ......
It was the days of the passing of the eye, and the days of the daydream,
The days that were full of reverie,
The days that were full of the dream,
The days that were full of the dream,
The days that were full of the dream,
We have the time, the strength, the burning faith,
We desire to live, desire to fly in the sky.
It's a simple day, it's a changeable day,
The world is so big, it's so amazing,
It's never happy, it's never indifferent,
The tears, the laughter, the deep thoughts, it's all for the first time.
All the days go, all the days go,
In life I go forward happily,
How heavy the burden I won't go soft,
How grim the fight I won't lose face;
One day, after wiping the guns, and polishing the machines, and sweating the sweat,
I miss you all, and greet you,
And
And your smiling face was very pale and faint
Gradually fading into the sunset
So I turned over the yellowed title page
Fate had bound it poorly
With tears in my eyes, I read it again and again
But I had to admit that
Youth is a book that's too short
Youthful words
The past can only be read in a way that's too short
The past is too short
The past is only too short
The youthful words are too short
The youthful words are too long
The youthful words are too short
The past can only be recalled
When honeyed memories turn bitter
Thoughts drift in the clouds and mist
Beautiful words
Youthful stories that vibrate the heart
Restless youth wanders in the music
Because it's the perfect country
A mind that no one can understand
A lonely and lonely heart
A mind that is not in a position to understand.
It's a lonely, lonely
Young heart
Fragrant words
Intoxicating music
Beautiful mood stories
Bitterly telling
Unwilling to compromise
Dreams I don't want to give up
Unwilling to bow down
Because of the youth
Splashed with Perfumed mind
Can't be transparent
Can't be white
Words bind the mind
Youth is no longer a pure white color
Youth is no longer a melodious note
Bewilderment is just an occasional mistake
Tears are the youthful tenderness
Kites flying
Thoughts fluttering
A pair of wings will choose to fly
The sea will not choose to hurt
Unrepentant youth
Don't vicissitude of music
Feelings can never be resisted
Nature's vicissitudes of the sea
Short-lived splendor
Briefly beautiful
Youth that burns to the fullest
Memories are the breeze
Memories are dreams
Memories are the scent of yesterday
The rhythm of the years
The reason for tears
Love of life By Wang Guozhen
I don't think about whether I can succeed
Since I've chosen to go farther away
I'm only concerned about the rain and the wind
I don't think about whether I can win the love of the world
I don't think about whether I can win the love of the world
I don't think about whether I can win the love of the world. I don't think I'll win love
If I love roses
I'll be brave enough to show my sincerity
I don't think I'll get cold winds and rain behind me
If I aim for the horizon
I'll leave the world with my back
I don't think if the future will be smooth or muddy
As long as I love life
Everything is expected.
If you're not happy enough
If you're not happy enough
Don't frown
Life is too short
Why cultivate bitterness
Open up the dusty doors and windows
Let the sunshine and rain fall everywhere
Toward the field of life
I will not think about whether the future will be smooth or muddy
As long as I love life. The field of life
Let the wind iron out your forehead
Broadness can dilute sorrow
Darkness can cover lightness
Crossing over to ourselves By Wang Guozhen
We can deceive others
But we can't deceive ourselves
As we walk towards the leafy month of May
Youth will no longer be a mystery.
The road upwards
is always bumpy and rough
It's not easy to keep the original romance forever
Some people are sad
Some people are happy
When we cross a high mountain
we cross a true self
Modern Poetry Suitable for Reading Aloud2
Red Sleeves Dance Lightly
Strong> Red Sleeves Dancing
Red Sleeves Dancing
Pen Points Walking With Thoughts
Spiritual Words
Words Jumping At Your Fingertips
Fluttering
Playing
A Lively and Lovely Wizard
The Soul
Soaring Freely
In Freedom to soar
The years are like clouds
Ink dancing in the wind
Ink paving the way to poetry
Experience a far-reaching beauty
At this moment
Waking up to see the moon on the platform like a string
When my heart is thick
Lightly copying the river and mountains like a painting
Borrowing ink to dance in the wind and the seclusion
Dot the warm feelings of the river and mountains
Leaning on the myth of ink and smoke
The heart and soul in the silence
The wind has no words
The moon is like a hook
Fingertips dance lightly
The wind and the mountains are as clear as ever
The starry sky on a cold night
Frost and the scenery of the fields and strangers are sad and gloomy
The smell of wine is easy to promote the ink to dance lightly
The curved moon
The moon is as clear as ever
The moon is as clear as ever
The moon is as clear as the sky, but it's not the moon.
The bouncing spirit
is the main character of the ink dance
The wind has become
a beautiful melody
A touch of bright glaze on the cloisonné
Colors in the blue and white porcelain
The tenderness of the obsessive mind
As if it were a phoenix crown with a reddish hue
The scenery along the way. The landscape along the way
Warmth and touching
Beauty in the heart
Sent by the hand and spirit
Encountered like a poem
Thoughts like a cup of tea
Sitting in the corner of the dusty world
Laughing with a smile
Pointing to the river
Dancing with the beauty of the waves
An obsession
Ink flowers blossom
The fragrance of the brocade paper
Fingers that play with strings
Ink that dances in the clouds
The touching encounter
Embracing fecundity with a plain heart
Smelling the intoxicating breeze
A thin brush
Filled with memories
A tale of a long journey
In the memories of a long journey
The story of a long journey
In the memories of a long journey
In the memories of a long journey
In the memory of a long journey
In the memory of the long journey
In memory
Leaving an eternal warmth
Beautiful
Shining with ink flowers
Seeing the morning sunlight through the ink
Finding the sound of the red bean
Planted in my lines
Letting the ink dance
Modern poems that are suitable to be read aloud 3
Words have an incomparable charm.
It can penetrate the virtual world,
taste the real feelings,
read the dialogue of the heart,
understand the true meaning of life!
With silent words,
ink on the pure sincerity of each other.
Let the drop in the heart of the moving to remember.
Carrying an acquaintance,
Twisting a wisp of ink,
Walking in the charming poetry.
I don't know from when,
Falling in love with the breath of words,
Even the breath is the aroma of words,
Whenever you have time to spare,
will always be crushed words graffiti.
Spring in the text of the roots and germination;
Summer in the text of the passionate fire;
Autumn in the text of the depression of the vicissitudes of life;
Winter in the text of the romantic sentimental.
A warm and soft brocade,
ruffle the beating heartstrings.
Spraying all the way to the heart,
enriching the happy life.
The text is a bridge of space friendship,
although never met,
but witnessed the sincerity,
Every time I see the familiar language,
a sentence of warmth into the heart of the greetings,
as if the wind like a breeze,
spring rain fresh,
nourish the soft heart,
the soft heart,
the warm and warmth of the heart,
the warmth of the heart,
the warmth and warmth of the heart,
the warmth and warmth of the heart,
the warmth and warmth of the heart.
It is warm and fragrant.
The text in the greetings at the beginning of the new year,
Spiritual warmth,
in the plum snow in love,
bloom it that a touch of light face,
it is so elegant,
that quiet,
in my quiet in the spirit of the beautiful.
I'm in love with words,
and my fingertips are dancing all the time!
The heart in the world of words in the quiet release beautiful.
Love in the words dance,
Love in the words sublimation.
The flow of years,
In the tree of time,
bloomed elegant flowers.
The years of the pen,
The thoughts of sandalwood,
The flowing ink,
have become the warmth that wanders on the paper.
The heart,
with the words of a wisp of smoke
until it becomes,
a lotus bloom.
Everyone who loves words,
will be captured by the connotation of words,
also believe that words have a soul,
beautiful encounter forever in mind.
Words,
Warm feelings, warmth,
Warm people, warm years.
Sincere blessings!
All the way to the story,
The text composed of a gentle melody,
Quiet beauty painted season after season.
On the other side of the time,
The attachment and blessing,
bloomed like water tenderness.
The genie of words
dances out the splendor of life.
Waiting for you, in the rain:
Waiting for you, in the rain, in the rain that makes rainbows
Cicadas fall, frogs rise
A pool of red lilies, like red flames, in the rain
It's just the same whether you're coming or not, but it feels like
Every lotus is like you
The same as you are.
Especially in the dusk, in this rain
Eternity, moment, moment, eternity
Waiting for you, outside of time, inside of time
Waiting for you, in a moment, in eternity
If your hand were in mine, at this very moment
If your scent were in my nostrils, I would say.
No, this hand should be picking lotus, in the Wu Palace
This hand should be
Shaking a laurel pulp, in the Magnolia Boat
A star hangs on the eaves of the Science Museum
An earring like a pendant
The Swiss watch says it's already seven o'clock, and suddenly you're walking
Fluttering like a red lotus after a rainy day, you're walking
Like a ditty
You are walking like a little song
Like a little poem
You are walking like a little song, like a little song, like a little song, like a little song.
Like a small poem
From a love story you come
From Jiang Baishi's words, in rhyme, you come
Modern Poetry for Reading Aloud 5Embracing the Spring
Happy wandering
In the soft spring breeze,
In the willow's green leaves,
In the willow's green leaves.
In the chirping of the cuckoo,
In the brilliant faces of the flowers,
we see the beautiful spring.
Spring is sentimental,
it uses the strong feelings of the leaves, the delicate flowers and the wind lingering,
weaving a charming dream for us.
Spring is warm,
The sun shines brightly,
The wind is like a weave,
The spring rain is like milk,
It sows the seeds of hope in the depths of people's hearts,
Brewing a beautiful fragrance.
Spring is the season of sowing,
Spring is the season of plowing,
The spring breeze floats through the sky,
bringing a piece of hope,
The budding flowers,
are telling the story of spring.
In the spring, our feelings are fresh every day,
the sun shines brightly, birds and flowers.
In spring, our daily feelings are exciting,
Sowing ideals, sowing hope!
Spring is not just a season,
but also a mood.
Spring is not just the beginning of the recovery of sleeping things,
but also the awakening of the human mind.
Looking at the swinging willow branches and a thousand flowers,
you will think of what,
longing for something,
looking forward to something?
Into the spring,
Let us use joy to sense the breath of spring,
with relief to feel the warmth of spring.
Let us listen quietly to the footsteps of spring,
pluck the strings of life with our souls,
embrace the spring of life with enthusiasm!
Modern Poems for Reading Aloud 6The Prophecy
By He Qifang
This one heartbeat of the day has finally arrived.
The sighing footsteps of your night
I can hear not the whispers of the forest leaves and the night wind,
but the broken hoofbeats of the elk galloping across the mossy path.
Tell me, tell me in your silver-bell song
Are you the young god of prophecy?
You must have come from the temperate south,
Tell me of the moonlight there, of the daylight there,
Tell me how the spring winds blow away the flowers,
and how the swallows are infatuated with the green poplars.
I will sleep with my eyes closed to your dreamy song,
the warmth of which I seem to remember and forget.
Please stop, stop your long journey,
Come in, there is a tiger-skin mattress for you to sit on,
Let me burn up the fallen leaves that I pick up every fall,
and listen to me sing my own song in a low voice.
The song will be as somber and exalted as the fire,
and the fire will tell the life of the fallen leaves.
Don't go forward, there is a boundless forest ahead,
The ancient trees have the markings of the beasts,
The half-life and half-dead vines are intertwined in a serpentine way,
and there is not a single star to be found in the dense leaves.
You will be too timid to take the second step,
when you hear the echo of the first step.
Must you walk, when I walk with you,
My feet know every path of peace,
I can keep on singing the song of forgetfulness,
and give it to you, and the warmth of your hand again.
When the thick blackness of the night cuts us off,
You can look into my eyes with a roll of the eyes.
Thou hearest not my thrilling song,
Thy feet do not pause for my trembling,
Like a still breeze drifting through the dusk,
Gone, gone, gone is the sound of thy proud feet,
Hast thou come at last, as the prophecy said, without a word,
and gone without a word, O young God?