儿童英语诗歌朗诵大全 [3分钟英语诗歌朗诵大全]
   
    After passing through, and missed,
    As a result, we think they grow up.
    Finally be able to tears, pain, or smile or a sense of loss.
    Hold high tide in the early morning of the ups and downs to wrap themselves in the dark blue of the sea,
    Do not miss the original, all of the original recall, was not sworn-fat will be able to forget.
    It's sad and happy all in the past, I think, on an avalanche.
    Zhang Yang impact Tourette's guitar when the body, hold high the phone call when the voice of the gentle, so everything is still clear.
    Has been missing, it is always these two.
    Even if the lengthy finish at a youth, nostalgia still be unlimited.
    Two hands a bleak time, two people along the direction of the background, a few words can cover up the panic that can be forgotten in two years.
    But no matter what kind of fresh, youthful or a long white wings to fly away clammy,
    It does not care about what we pray.
    Time running in the opposite direction, we can only grasp the fragments of the past, spring flowers blooming in the early morning, Xia Yu in the roar of the afternoon in the autumn wind whimper in the evening, in the late winter snows Fen Yang, lonely aftertaste.
    There are many young people write in the novel,
    A lot of people used to sing to their youth.
    The age of the children always understand the impermanence of youth,
    Mixed with sadness naked
    Entangled in the soul, inscribed in the years to come.
    Diary of youth,
    The photo was,
    Gardenia's high school campus,
    Step together scattered over the playground,
    After lunch the numerous fast-food restaurants ... ...
    The trivial nature of these exquisite detail of our common smear cried laughing too sang through the years.
    They are symbols of our youth,
    Pain and clearly a growth track record.
    Flowers, leaves, rain, breeze.
    Love, extravagance, struggled depressed.
    Does not always escape to open something on the youth to such a long way back and forth in the life of the most purely age.
    The Bight 海湾
    by Elizabeth Bishop (1911-1979)
那英和高峰    At low tide like this how sheer the water is.
    White, crumbling ribs of marl protrude and glare
    and the boats are dry, the pilings dry as matches,
    Absorbing, rather than being absorbed,
    the water in the bight doesn't wet anything,
    the color of the gas flame turned as low as possible.
    One can smell it turning to gas; if one were Baudelaire
    one could probably hear it turning to marimba music.
    The little ocher dredge at work off the end of the dock
    already plays the dry perfectly off-beat claves.
    The birds are outsize. Pelicans crash
    into this peculiar gas unnecessarily hard.
    it seems to me, like pickaxes,
梅艳芳夕阳之歌    rarely coming up with anything to show for it,
    and going off with humorous elbowings,
    Black-and-white man-of-war birds soar
    on impalpable drafts
    and open their tails like scissors on the curves
    or tense them like wishbones, till they tremble.
    The frowsy sponge boats keep coming in
    with the obliging air of retrievers,
    bristling with jackstraw gaffs and hooks
    and decorated with bobbles of sponges.
    There is a fence of chicken wire along the dock
    where, glinting like little plowshares,
    the blue-gray shark tails are hung up to dry
    for the Chinese-restaurant trade.
    Some of the little white boats are still piled up
    against each other, or lie on their sides, stove in,
    and not yet salvaged, if they ever will be, from the last bad storm.
    like torn-open, unanswered letters.
    the bight is littered with old correspondences.
    Click. Click. Goes the dredge,
    and brings up a dripping jawful of marl.
    All the untidy activity continues,刘惜君照片
    awful but cheerful.俞彬
    海潮退到这样的时候,水便分外清澈了.
    白的石灰泥滩,层层露出水来,浪纹斑驳,闪耀亮眼.
李默然简历    条条小船,晒得干干的;根根木桩,则干得像火柴棒.
    吸收而非被吸收,
    海湾里的水弄不湿任何东西,
    而且呈现出一种瓦斯火开至最低时的颜.
    你可以闻到那海水正转化成瓦斯;假如你是波特莱尔的话
    你说不定可以听到那海水正转化成马林巴木琴的声音.
    而码头尾端,一个褐小型捞网正在那里捞着
    一直在那里以绝对冷硬的调子,打着双节棒,伴奏着.
教师礼赞歌词
    水鸟都是特大号的.鹈鹕哗啦冲
    入这一泓奇异的瓦斯之中,真是小题大作,
    这景象对我来说,有点像鹤嘴锄,
    一锄下去,拉回来看看,什么也没有,