Poems suitable for college students poetry recitation!

I. Nostalgia

Author: Yu Guangzhong

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When I was a child, Nostalgia was a small stamp, I was at this end, my mother was at that end.

When I grew up, nostalgia was a narrow boat ticket, with me at this end and my bride at that end.

Later, nostalgia was a short grave, I was on the outside, my mother was on the inside.

And now, nostalgia is a shallow strait, I am at this end, the mainland is at that end.

Two: "Southern Nights"

Author: Feng Zhi

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We sat quietly on the lakeshore, listening to the swallows tell us about the quiet nights in the south.

The quiet night of the south has been brought by them, and the reeds of the night evaporate with a strong passion─I have felt the intoxication of the night of the south, so please take a whiff of it tooThe strong smell of these reeds.

You say that Ursa Major always looks like a white bear in the frigid zone, and that looking at it makes your whole body feel cold.

The swallows gently swept over the water and scattered the stars in the lake -- please take a look at the stars in the lake, the starry night in the south is such a scene.

You said, you suspect that the white pine over there, always as if the snow on the tree has not melted.

Then the swallows flew up to a palm tree and sang a kind of enthusiastic song -- please listen to the swallows singing, the southern forest is such a scene.

We don't feel like tropical people, our chests are always as calm as autumn and winter.

The swallows say that there is a rare flower in the south that blooms only once after twenty years of loneliness--at this time I suddenly felt a flower hidden in my chest, and it will open like fire in this quiet night!

Three: "Teach Me How Not to Think of Her"

Author: Liu Bannong

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There were some clouds in the sky, and some breezes blowing on the ground.

Ah! The breeze is blowing my hair, teaching me how not to think of her?

The moonlight is in love with the ocean, and the ocean is in love with the moonlight.

Ah! This honey-like silver night. How can I not think of her?

The flowers on the surface of the water flow slowly, and the fish under the water swim slowly.

Ah! What are you saying, Swallow? How can I not think of her?

The dead trees shake in the cold wind, and the wildfire burns in the twilight.

Ah! There is still some sunset in the western sky, how can I not think of her?

Four: "The Prophecy"

Author: He Qifang

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The day of this heartbeat has finally arrived!

Your night's sigh-like approaching footsteps, I hear not the whispers of forest leaves and night winds, the thin, broken hoofbeats of elk galloping across mossy paths!

Tell me, tell me with your silver-bell song, are you the young god of prophecy?

You must have come from the temperate south! Tell me of the moon there, of the daylight there!

Tell me how the spring winds blow away the hundred flowers, and how the swallows are infatuated with the green poplars!

I will close my eyes and sleep in your dreamlike 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 the fallen leaves I pick up every fall, and hear me sing low my own song!

The song is as somber and high as the firelight, and the firelight tells my whole life.

Do not go forward! Ahead is the boundless forest: the ancient trees show the markings on the beasts,

intertwined like half-lived, half-dead vine pythons, and not a single star can be missed in the dense foliage.

You will be too timid to take the second step, when you hear the echo of the first.

Must you go? Please wait for me to walk with you! My feet know every path of peace,

I could keep singing the song of forgetfulness, and give it to you again, and again to the warmth of your hand!

When the thick blackness of the night cuts us off, you can look into my eyes without turning them!

That thou shouldst not hear my excited song, that thy feet should not pause for my trembling!

Drift like a still breeze through this dusk, and vanish, vanish thy proud footsteps!

Ah, hast thou at last come and gone without words, as the prophecy said, young God?

V. Farewell to Kangqiao

Author: Xu Zhimo

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Gently I go, just as I gently come; I gently wave to bid farewell to the clouds of the western sky.

The golden willow on the riverbank is the bride in the sunset; the colorful shadows in the waves ripple in my heart.

The green yellow floating heart on the soft mud, oily and waving under the water; in the soft waves of the Kang River, I am willing to be a water plant!

The pool under the shade of the elm is not a clear spring, but a rainbow in the sky; it is crumbled between the floating algae, precipitating a rainbow-like dream.

Searching for a dream? Hold up a Penny, to the grass is more green roaming; full of a boat full of starlight, in the starlight colorful song.

But I can't sing, quietly is the parting pianoforte; the summer insects are also silent for me, silence is tonight's Kangqiao!

Quietly I go, just as I quietly come; I wave my sleeve, do not take away a cloud.