China's Classical Recitation Poems

1, Gu Cheng: The night gave me black eyes, but I used them to look for light!

Haizi: bloom is warm in spring, facing the sea.

From tomorrow on, I want to be a happy person;

Comb hair, chop wood and travel around the world.

From tomorrow on, I will care about food and vegetables.

I have a house facing the sea, which is full of spring flowers.

From tomorrow on, write to everyone I love.

Tell them my happiness,

What did the lightning of happiness tell me,

I will distribute it to each of them.

Give every river and mountain a warm name.

Stranger, I will also wish you happiness.

I wish you a bright future!

May you lovers get married!

May you be happy on earth.

I only want to face the sea and spring blossoms.

3. Xu Zhimo: Farewell to Cambridge

I left quietly, just as I came gently;

I waved my hand gently and bid farewell to the clouds in the western sky. Golden willow by the river,

Is the bride in the sunset; Beautiful shadows in the waves ripple in my heart.

Green grass on the soft mud, oily, swaying at the bottom of the water; In the soft waves of Cambridge,

I would like to be an aquatic plant! A pool in the shade of elm trees,

It's not a clear spring, but the rainbow in the sky is pressed in floating seaweed, precipitating a rainbow-like dream.

Looking for dreams? Holding a long wormwood, stroll back to the greener grass.

Full of starlight, singing in the splendor of starlight. But I can't play songs,

Quiet is a farewell flute; Summer insects are also silent for me, silence is Cambridge tonight!

I left quietly, just as I came quietly;

I waved my sleeve without taking away a cloud. 4. Your name is Ji Xian

With the lightest sound in the world,

Whispering your name every night.

Write down your name,

Draw your name,

Dream of your glowing name:

Like the sun, like the stars, your name.

Like a lamp, like a diamond, your name.

Like colorful sparks, like lightning, your name.

Like the burning of the virgin forest, your name.

Carve your name!

Carve your name on the tree.

Carve your name on the immortal tree of life.

When this plant grows into a towering old tree,

Hehe, how nice, how nice,

Your name is even bigger.

It's big. Your name.

Here we go. Your name.

So, gently gently gently call your name 5, you are (Tibetan family)

You are the peak of Mount Tai,

Lofty and hard;

You crossed the Yangtze River and the Three Gorges,

Surging,

When I think of you after 6 1 year,

A shower and a strong wind roared in my ear.

You are a blazing fire,

Burn the rotten things clean;

You are the mirror of light.

Concentrate people's hopes,

You are making a brand-new history,

Inherit the fine tradition.

People cheer and salute you,

You are broad-minded and don't take credit.

Your feet are rooted in the earth,

Your reputation soared into the sky.

Times are developing,

You are the dragon in the clouds;

At present, you are brave and fearless,

Hold on to the iron fist and never relax.

You are the lightning that breaks the darkness,

You are the dormant thunder,

You are the sea of wisdom,

You are a sky lamp hanging high,

You are a people's warrior with unlimited power _ _ _ _!

You are full of heroism,

Forever, forever young.

I love Ai Qing, the author of this land.

If I were a bird,

I should also sing with a hoarse throat:

This land hit by the storm,

This river of sadness and anger will surge forever,

This endless wind,

And the gentle dawn from the forest ...

And then I died,

Even feathers rot in the ground.

Why do I often cry?

Because I love this land deeply ... Yu Guangzhong's Waiting for You in the Rain;

Waiting for you in the rain, in the rainbow rain.

The cicada falls and the frog rises.

A pool of red lotus is like a red flame in the rain.

It doesn't matter whether you come or not, but do you think

Every lotus is like you.

Especially through the dusk, through the drizzle.

Eternity, instant, instant, eternity

Waiting for you outside time and within time,

Waiting for you, in an instant, in eternity.

If your hand is in my hand, at this moment.

If your qingfen

In my nostrils, I would say, little lover.

No, this hand should be picking lotus, in the Wu Palace.

This hand should be

Shake a handle of cinnamon pulp on Mulan boat.

A star hangs on the cornice of the science museum.

Hanging like an eardrop

Swiss watch says it's seven o'clock, and suddenly you come.

Red-violet after the rain, Pian Pian, there you are.

Like a poem.

You come from a love story.

From Jiang Baishi, rhymes, there you are.

Lin's laughter;

Her eyes, her lips,

There is a circular vortex on the lips.

As beautiful as dew,

A bright smile.

Hiding in the shining shell teeth.

It was a smile-God's smile, a beautiful smile:

The reflection of water, the light song of the wind.

Laughing at her loose curly hair,

Scattered in her ear.

Soft as a flower shadow,

Itchy sweetness

Into your heart.

It was a smile-a poetic smile, a picturesque smile:

Traces of clouds, soft waves of waves.

Fei Ming's star:

The stars in the sky,

It is said to be eternal spring flowers.

The shadow of begonia flowers on the east wall,

The star cluster says this is the eternal autumn moon.

Waking up in the morning is a winter night dream.

Last night's midnight star,

Wipe the net bright and beautiful,

Sparse without losing,

The same is true of spring flowers and autumn moons.

Children are not fish.

Bian's "Out of Chapter";

You stand on the bridge and watch the scenery.

The landscape man is watching you upstairs.

The bright moon decorated your window,

You decorated other people's dreams.

Zheng Chouyu's "mistake":

I walked through Jiangnan.

The appearance in the season is like the opening and falling of lotus flowers.

If the east wind does not come, catkins will not fly in March.

Your heart is like a little lonely city.

Like a bluestone street facing the night.

The sting doesn't ring, and the curtain doesn't open in March.

Your heart is a small closed window.

My dada horseshoe is a beautiful mistake.

I am not a returnee, I am a passer-by. ...

"I'm not"-He Bochuan I'm not a tame pigeon.

How can I stand your touch!

I am a dripping cuckoo,

Let your blood think. I am not a charming flower,

How can I be satisfied with your climbing!

I am Zizyphus jujuba from Shan Ye.

Teach you to bear fruit in poverty. I'm not the fun of guitar,

How to accompany your joy!

I am the thunder that exploded in winter,

Shake your sleeping life. If you're not shallow,

You'll find me in pain.

I am willing to be bound by misunderstanding,

Wait patiently for you. . .

"This sentence" —— Ye Zhixiang's Sail

Correct entanglement

Just to make sure

This sentence is tearing clouds and splitting the moon.

secret

Maybe because I whispered.

This sentence is the same as tense waves and rocks.

Fall and beat

Are you looking for every opportunity?

Swear to heaven with this sentence, leaves and flowers

Yi Yilian

This sentence is always blown away by the autumn wind

You and me in the coming year.

People's gratitude and gratitude

How I want to put this sentence

Tell it a thousand times, but I

Not once.

Because the Pure Land Paradise Road is far away.

A moment of heaven and hell