In study, work or life, many people have been exposed to some classic poems. Poetry is a literary genre with a certain rhythm and rhythm, which vividly expresses the author's rich emotions and reflects social life with highly concise language. What kind of poems are good? The following is a modern poetry recitation I have compiled for you for your reference, hoping to help friends in need.

Modern poetry reading manuscript 1 choose to be a nurse.

Being a nurse is not my choice.

However, fate made me choose many sleepless nights in my nursing career, and tears soaked my pillow towel. I don't want to be a nurse! "

How many times have I uttered a silent roar from my heart! Because, you know,

Being a nurse means hard work.

Being a nurse means being unknown.

Being a nurse will face trivial things that are always ignored every day! In order to maintain their dignity.

You refuse to associate with any classmates.

To preserve your self-esteem.

Don't tell anyone that you are a hospital nurse! However, in the past,

You like nurses again.

Do you like it?

Beautiful dovetail hat

Under the neat and elegant nurse's uniform and beautiful appearance.

That pure and noble heart

In the ward, you are busy and elegant, with a holy and simple smile and a fast and steady pace. You are as enterprising as a doctor and as enterprising as others. You are as ordinary as a green leaf.

It is the color of life.

Modern poetry recitation manuscript 2 mother

She has many identities.

Not just the mother

And a servant.

Be bosom friends

friends.

It is a mentor.

mother love

Collect all the essence of love.

Sacrifice, dedication, forget one's life

Work hard and be a great person.

Will always be synonymous with her.

mother

She's like a hero.

hero

Left the mother's innate feelings.

It's hard to be a hero

mother

She is like an omnipotent God.

god

Without mother's love and sympathy.

It's hard to be God.

Modern poetry recitation 3 is a wisp of smoke.

No matter how far you drift.

They are often homesick.

This is starlight.

Even in the dark night

Always light the way home in the distance.

We are walking on the distant horizon.

The wind blew for five thousand years, and the snow fell for five thousand years.

sometimes

There was a faint cry of childhood in the dream.

sometimes

The castle of childhood disappeared in the sand.

We saw it.

We heard it.

We run like hell during the day.

We sing loudly.

Late at night.

Pillow the last quarter moon

We hold heavy wet eyes.

I can't shout out those two difficult words in my heart.

After Laba, the pace of the Spring Festival is getting heavier and heavier.

I grabbed the ticket and reported to the station one after another, which made people unable to sleep.

One mountain and one water, go forward bravely and go with the window.

Send someone to the home you miss most, without losing etiquette.

Rust has eroded the original black iron gate.

The yellow dog who looks after the house remembers the young master's face.

Mud mixed with snow, dragging the shoes of returnees are not allowed to leave.

Chickens and ducks contend, and I hope people will stay until the Lantern Festival and the moon.

The red blessing is plastered all over the old wall.

The courtyard door is covered with gold couplets.

Jiaozi and Tangyuan prayed for happiness and reunion.

Firecrackers and parties wish people peace.

The most precious thing is the excitement of family gathering.

Forget the sorrow and sorrow, erase sadness and trouble.

The taste of the year is weak? I don't know,

As long as you are willing to go home for the New Year.

Modern Poetry Recitation Draft 5 Mid-Autumn Corn

Autumn moon shines on the earth.

It also lit up the late corn in front of the house.

Everyone in the city raised their glasses to enjoy the moon.

Most people in rural areas are harvesting late-maturing corn.

I lament the helplessness of this Mid-Autumn Festival.

Be busy and don't relax.

Chang 'e looked at the jade rabbit in her arms.

Sprinkle a touch of brilliance on the earth.

The beard of corn is particularly conspicuous.

The golden corn sparkled.

Violent flying insects entangled in the body.

Crickets admit the desolation of the night.

Sitting on a corn pile

Taste the fragrance of moon cakes.

What a different taste.

Into a wall of iron and steel.

Modern Poetry Recitation Draft 6 Mid-Autumn Festival

If this is a breakup.

In my young heart

Can I forgive you?

Just like fallen leaves can forgive the rudeness of the wind.

Youth can forgive years for erasing her.

Crickets no longer make sounds.

Pomegranate trees are covered with crimson fruits.

The last rain wet the wild roses.

Will you sit under the moon?

Hear me sing

Listen to my song and fly to the mountains.

Fly over the lake

Fly to the full moon

Modern poetry reading manuscript 7 wormwood has been hanging in front of the door.

Children wearing sachets run all over the street.

Standing on the shore of the years

Adults slowly pour realgar wine.

Peel zongzi

Stripping has lasted for thousands of years.

Strip away a thousand years of love.

But I want to be a bamboo.

Hold up the aftertaste of a river

Erect an eternal monument

Open the ripples in May.

Tracing back to the source, Qu Yuan

As a waterfowl.

Write your name.

From Miluo, take the title

In the sky in May, the wind is light and the clouds are light.

Chu's past drifted away with the wind.

That's ambitious, and the clothes are fluttering.

A patriotic poet who never leaves his sword.

With an eternal volley

A thousand-year sigh

The sad sound of ren qinse

In the valley, the sound roared.

What is the feeling of reading manuscript 8 in modern poetry?

Rendered the beauty of the sky

Continuous summer rain breeds endless vitality.

These are the tears of God Cang Sang.

Or the haze of spiritual reproduction

Folding of rain clouds

This is the changeable weather in early summer.

Like a girl's mind.

I have laughed before.

In an instant, dark clouds swept through again.

The lush trees are summer.

Green eyes are middle-aged.

Yellow azaleas

Fade spring scenery

Waiting to turn into mud

However, lonely thoughts

This is a kind of self-mutilation with a smile

When I suddenly turned around.

Time flies.

Another glorious year, blooming slowly.

Modern poetry recitation draft 9 is in its infancy.

There is sunshine, fields and endless warmth.

We'll talk about it later.

then

No longer familiar with ......

Become an orphan

Search around barefoot.

I'm thirsty, so I have to walk from one stream to another.

Eat leaves and dead wood when you are hungry.

As soon as he turned around, there was bright red blood everywhere he walked.

He called his mother with a lusheng.

Sad dance is full of infinite sadness.

You can search for too long

It seems that he has forgotten his mother for a long time.

but

I often see my mother come back in my dreams.

A weak and haggard mother with tears in her eyes.

mother

Look for him

Even though he has been forced to be someone else's mother.

Even though he's dead.

mother

Look for him

Even if the child's blood and sweat have been exhausted.

Even if you fight for your last breath.

Find him, too

mother

Modern poetry reading manuscript 10 When the cold wind roared, the figure was raging.

Surround the closed heart window.

I happily spread out the letter paper and dipped it in snowflakes.

Write a beloved short song: Believe in the future.

When my roses turn into hay after autumn frost

My tears have lost their original glittering and translucent.

I am still stubborn in a dead vine-like mood.

Write down on a miserable night: believe in the future.

When my poem is not a poem.

Can't shine in the eyes of passers-by

Artistic conception lacks incisive details.

Vivid withering, no one can understand for the time being.

I still believe that there is light under my feet.

The reason why I believe in the future

Because I believe in the justice of history.

Those lost sorrows, the pain of failure

Those nostalgic and painful dreams are entangled.

Greed, turbidity and decay in those vulgar thoughts

History is clear to the discerning eye.

Yes, I believe their eyes.

He brushed aside the fog of the years with his hands.

He carefully experienced the hardships of life.

I hope the waves will always rise in the direction of the sun.

Turn heavy, fill with moonlight, and wake up slowly.

People may laugh and show contempt.

But as long as the spirit remains pure and eternal

The rotten meat will be blown away by the wind.

I wrote my own song: Believe in the future.

Believe in our unyielding efforts

Believe that the world is always young.

Let the breeze and bright moon witness together.

All the tears, all the sweat

History will give the best evaluation.

Modern poetry reading manuscript 1 1 Dragon Boat Festival has a faint poetic soul.

How can I heal a loyal soul?

Oh, let's use the crescent moon on May 5th.

Cut a handful of mugwort.

It's not just the river that is blown thin by the fierce Chu wind.

Even the lotus has lost weight.

Thinking in Li Sao

Your Chunlan Cao Hui is thriving.

I will suck morning dew from flowers.

Together with zongxiang, let you sip.

The drums of the dragon boat attracted a cloud.

I wonder if you are in this cloud.

But looking for the door to go home.

Monks worship God with dumplings in four corners.

Tibetan rhyme of Cao Hui Miao nationality in Huangmei period

The fragrance of Chu Ci soaked Luojiang.

Wrap it, wrap it, wrap it.

Entrust the taste of Chu ci.

Every rhinoceros can break the shackles.

Artemisia argyi is amazing.

Carrying the rhyme of nine songs

Only use simplicity and frankness to exorcise evil spirits.

The Miluo River has skyrocketed.

Every wave has the spirit of Dr. Qu.

Every sentence of Li Sao is volley.

Jiuzhang Jingzhou

Fight for drums

Beat every character

Modern poetry recitation of Dragon Boat Festival III

Realgar is realgar.

Love is love.

The magic hand of may

Blend it with the fragrance all over the street

Shouted one after another.

Mixed with drizzle

Wash the dust off the flag of the years.

Vaguely spread to the ear.

The weak Hawking-

That was when my father was young.

Pray along the street

The hoarse voice slipped on the bluestone road.

Radio communicator (on a ship or plane)

Light realgar.

It also ignited people's ardent hopes.

Light smoke without posture and posture

Touch my eyes looking back

In the boundless twilight

ramble

Modern poetry reading manuscript 12 I folded a small flower.

I want to give it to a beautiful woman.

I drew a small house.

Want her to move in

I had a little dream.

In the dream, she is still so gentle.

The passage of time

Walk slowly.

I want to cut off a strand of hair.

Change mother's sideburns to gray.

I think in the silent night

Smoothing mother's wrinkles

Mom.

I want to hold your hand again.

Touch the calluses on your hands.

I want to lean in your arms again.

Listen to you sing a song of Asiri West.

I want to kiss your cheek after you fall asleep.

Just like you kissed me when I was a kid.

I always want to see you smile.

So gentle, so gentle

Modern poetry reading manuscript 13 dressed in holiness. You are so beautiful.

With stunts, you are silent.

You assume the moral responsibility of saving lives in the name of an angel.

You hid your safety with the courage of sacrifice.

Oh, beautiful white clothes, holy white clothes.

Angel's youth expresses your legend.

You are so beautiful in holy clothes.

With stunts, you are silent.

People deeply remember their dedication in the lofty name.

People interpret the true meaning of love with affectionate eulogy.

Oh, beautiful white clothes, holy white clothes.

You are the most beautiful beauty in the world.

Love for angels in white:

you

In the invisible smoke

afield

Put the light of life

Ignite again

There is a kind of giving.

At the cost of life.

A life cared for by life.

It looks noble and strong.

Dear angels in white.

In the war against SARS

Your sacred and great love

Let our world

Full of sunshine

To angels in white:

Snow white clothes

Have a heart as gentle as snow

More sacred than a cloud.

Hotter than a flame.

Fly in the cold wind

Burning in the dark

Selfless angel

You use your loving wrist

Touch every injured child.

You use your cold heart

Warm every fearful heart.

A pair of sad eyes

Become quiet and peaceful in your peace.

A frightened face

Be strong and fearless in your kindness.

You use a peaceful mind

Comfort the desperate souls in the world

Stars in the night sky

Not as smart as you.

The flame of hakodate

Not as warm as you.

Sincere love

How many lives of suffering children have been saved?

Maybe I am an angel who likes to wear white clothes.

I like to stare at your beautiful image on the other side in the long river of years.

When the bright moonlight melts my cold heart

In my memory, the missing ship brought me to your side again.

Modern Poetry Recitation Manuscripts 14 Poets in Hometown

I can't feel the wind blowing in my face.

Gently wipe the tears from my eyes.

Kapok Chinese fir

Reed on the river bank

I walked through the rice fields.

Along the mud ridge

This ditch is full of fresh river water.

I close my eyes.

Open your hands and try to find the direction of the wind.

Look, it's just hiding in the treetops.

Where else in the south?

Modern poetry reading manuscript 15 mother's aging

Since the day I kept nagging.

A mother who has been silent all her life.

Fill the emptiness of days by nagging.

Mom can finally get rid of it.

And then compete with weeds in the field

A mother who has always been reluctant to kill.

Its kindness is unnecessary.

-Compromise with reality

In her life,

Death threatens her in many ways.

Shoumama

Always rely on one breath.

Win in a row

The words from my father's mouth:

"Your mother has been working hard."

I can't help crying.