Poetry suitable for broadcasting

Poetry about broadcasting 1. Poetry suitable for reading.

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I studied radio host.

You asked the right person.

Gu Cheng &; lt； Wall >

Yu Guangzhong < Homesickness >

More suitable for girls is Xi Murong &; lt； A flowering tree >;

And Lin's&; lt； You are April day on earth >

These are not common and suitable for stage expression.

In fact, there are many good poems. The important thing is to see your grasp of the work. Come on! !

The first two have nothing to do with love.

You are April day on earth, which seems to be about love, but it is not.

Only flowering trees are.

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I love this land, Ai Qing.

Believe in the future

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2. Lyrics suitable for broadcasting

Although Yu Guangzhong's Homesickness is short, we should pay attention to the expression of emotion. To write this poem, we should deeply understand the author's emotional expression and understand the historical and social background of this poem. Although it is short, the emotional expression is very accurate and demanding. The number of words in To the Oak (I think it's called this) is ok, but this emotional expression is also difficult. No matter what kind of poem you choose, don't just read it first. Sample reading can only be read on the surface, not deeply rooted in people's hearts (mainly in the examiner's heart). It is really important to thoroughly understand all aspects of poetry! ! Finally, I suggest you find some teachers to help you understand poetry and teach you the skills of reciting and the expression of feelings. I wish you success!

3. Poetry and prose suitable for announcers.

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Author: Bing Xin

The rain died down and the light came in from behind the curtains. Open the window and have a look, ah! The clouds are gone, and the residual water droplets on the leaves reflect the moon, flashing and moving like a thousand fluorescent spots. -I didn't expect such a beautiful picture after the bitter rain!

Standing in front of the window for a while, I felt a little cold. When I turned around, I was dazzled, and everything else in the room was hidden in the light cloud; The faint light is only immersed in the angels in the paintings on the wall. -angels in white, holding flowers, holding wings, smiled at me.

"This smile seems to be seen somewhere, when, I had. .."

I unconsciously sat under the window, thinking quietly.

The closed heart curtain slowly opened, pouring out an impression of five years ago. A long ancient road. The mud under the donkey's feet is slippery. The water in the ditch gurgled. The green trees near the village are all caged in wet smoke. Bowed crescent moon, hanging in the treetops. Walking, there seems to be a child on the side of the road, holding a pile of white things. The donkey passed by with no intention of turning back. He smiled at me barefoot with flowers in his arms.

"This smile seems to have been seen somewhere!" I still want to-silently.

Another curtain of gravity appeared, which slowly opened and poured out the impression of ten years ago. -the rain under the eaves falls on Mao's clothes drop by drop. The blisters on the edge of the earth steps are turning. The straw and grape trellis in front of the door are all new yellow and light green, which are very bright and beautiful. -After a while, it finally cleared up and went downhill quickly. I saw the moon coming head-on from the sea, and suddenly remembered that I had forgotten something, stopped and turned around. The old woman in this small room-leaning against the door, holding flowers, smiled at me slightly.

This equally subtle expression, like a hairspring, flutters and gathers together.

At this time, it is refreshing and peaceful, such as going to the celestial world and returning to my hometown. San Xiao, who appeared in front of me, suddenly melted and couldn't see clearly in the harmony of love.

Young China

With boundless night as ink

Use the scarred land as paper.

After the opium war

who is it?

Write down two words-China.

It makes people feel depressed and tired.

It is more painful to read and more sad to read.

This has shrunk in the history books of the late Qing Dynasty.

Thin porcelain.

The one kneeling in the treaty of nanking.

Weak country!

On that day, countless young people

Take to the streets.

Face the drop of blood

Facing the bleak life

Their shouts were like thunder.

Stir this sleeping land

They are like bundles of flames.

Spread on a tortuous road

Beautiful flowers bloom in May.

Since then, they have joined the ranks of * * * producers.

They chose without hesitation.

Smash the darkness with a hammer

Harvest the light with a sickle

They walked along the street.

They leaped over Xiongguan.

They galloped on the battlefield.

They fought bravely against the enemy.

They are going to use the gun rod as a pen.

Write a brand-new China.

They want blood as their color.

Describe a young China.

Many years later.

When my eyes crossed the peak of history

I can still feel their breathing.

I saw it again.

Youth groups

That sweaty face

I heard it again.

Their loud songs.

Reverberating on the barren land

They use their youth without regrets.

In the long years

Write a love poem

Yes, years are long and life is long.

This is a passionate poem.

This is a landscape full of flowers.

This is a magnificent symphony.

This is the monument of Top Gun.

Oh, China, I want to write a poem for you.

In the golden language of the sun

The vast blue of the heart sea

Oh, China, I want to draw a picture for you.

With the color of spring flowers

Under the five-star red flag

Today, the capital China.

It makes people read clearly and smoothly.

Today, a soaring China.

It makes people read more vividly and proudly.

This is breaking out in the east of the world.

China of Hope

This is under the leadership of the China * * * production party.

Brilliant China

This is ours.

Young chinese!

This is our youth China!

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4. Beautiful sentences about the broadcast draft

I've given you everything I have. You are a meteor across the runway, burning yourself and shining. Maybe you didn't see success waving like you did, but you have already struggled. Believe in yourself, your strength is in your heart.

On the black and white runway, you left a brilliant figure. The moment a gun goes off, it looks like a meteor, like lightning, like a galloping horse, like a flying dragon in the air, like a tiger out of a hole, regardless of ranking or performance.

Struggle hard, struggle tenaciously, and persevere even if you fall behind, never back down! The morning breeze gently awakens the sound of the starting gun from the sunshine campus playground. Colorful flags fluttered with shouts. The heart and the starting point are closely linked. Pave a white runway with youth and blood, and ignite the dawn of victory with passion. Listen to the footsteps running fiercely, shaking the earth. Listen to the shouts of cheering and cheering, which is inspiring.

The melody on the field is as fast as a whirlwind, as exciting as a horn, as rushing as a torrent. Innovation! Break through! Beyond! It will always be the most exciting melody on the field.

The golden sun lit up the runway, and the melody of youth wrote this song. Enthusiastic heart is the note of this song, the fiery heart of teenagers in the flower season, and the heart that will never change sincerely. Your figure is the scenery on the runway, and your vigorous steps step out of confidence. Listen, we are all cheering for you. "Come on" cannot express our excitement. Fly! Victory is smiling at you.

The melody of youth always echoes in my ears. Letting sprinters set foot on the track is an option.

It is a kind of courage to leave the starting point. Galloping on the field is victory.

Friend, use your strength and spirit to open up a sprint world that belongs to you. For the 200-meter athlete, at that moment, there is a starting point of life of 200 meters, a corner of 200 meters, a sprint of 200 meters, a brilliant victory of 200 meters and an eternal victory of 200 meters. You just turned a corner and ran to your brilliant victory. How much sweat did you shed? Cross that moment and turn that corner. Wave to you to run 100 meters, a stunning shot, and victory flies. Go ahead and don't back down. The lightning soldier set off like lightning. How can you tell the 65,438+000-meter athlete to accompany you through the journey? You hold your head high with confidence and run with the belief of winning.

At that moment, time seemed to stop for you, and your courage shocked everything and everyone's heart. End point.

You won. Although it was only ten seconds, you left eternity in our hearts.

Instant success or failure-how much sweat is carried on the red runway of the 100-meter athlete, and how much success or failure is recorded by a red line. A beginning is an instant outbreak, and success or failure is decided.

In an instant, lightning is the beginning of success. To the athletes at 100 meters, fire your guns in the cool autumn wind, and you will show your elegance. In this short 100 meter, you race against time for the final sprint.

Whatever the outcome, you are all winners. Because, you have been racing against time.

Long-distance runners exercise with extraordinary perseverance, compete with extraordinary physical strength and struggle with outstanding endurance. Running a long runway is a long journey. Listen! The whistling wind is cheering for you, look! Colorful flags are cheering for you, come on! For the glory of the moment when we reach the finish line! On the runner's 400-meter track, you were speeding. In the face of such a long journey, your legs and feet may be numb and you may be at a loss. But you know, behind you, there are a pair of eyes that students expect; Behind you is the sweat you practice hard every day.

Take courage and go forward! For the collective honor, for the motherland's tomorrow! For 400-meter athletes, the sky is still blue, the sun is still golden, the grass is still green, the runway is still red, and you are still brave and strong. The difference is that the sky is bluer, the sun is brighter, the grass is more like jade, the runway is brighter, and you will be more confident and have more brilliant achievements.

For long-distance runners, maybe you don't trust, our hearts are already boiling with blood. In the past, you left a deep footprint on the long runway.

I can't wipe off your sweat or pull off your heavy feet. You don't care about your tiredness, your tears and your sweat for class, because you have a firm belief in your heart.

I can do it for the whole class. /kloc-A drop of sweat from the 0/500m athlete floats on the court, playing the music of hope with vigorous steps.

All kinds of beliefs, put in the blue sky, draw a beautiful arc with your deep eyes. How many beats can a person have? Thousands of pairs of eyes are staring at you, running out of the dream of youth for hope and victory.

For a shot putter with a heavy shot put in his hand, your hopes and ideals are condensed on the shot put, and your whole body's strength is gathered to push forward your ideals and hopes. The shot put shines in the air, and the ideal shines in the air, which makes the shot putter flash across his eyes in a beautiful arc. I can't help but imagine how much hard sweat, incoherent arc and eager expectation this wonderful arc has condensed. It is so natural and perfect, with no regrets, leaving only a beautiful experience.

I will always leave you behind, let an arc be printed in my heart, let the shot putter throw it out of your hand and cross a beautiful parabola in the air. The shot put went through the air and landed on the playing field, leaving a wonderful trace.

Every throw is a display of passion; Every landing is the result of hard work. When it comes to high jumpers, the left hand can't cover the sweat and the right hand can't cover the sun. Eyes full of longing.

Stepping on the cloud, my jumping heart is boiling, swift as a swallow and fierce as an eagle. I raise my arms and immerse myself in the scene of repeated cycles, dripping with sweat, soaking with tears and shining in the sun. For high jumpers, a thin pole is placed horizontally in mid-air. It is thin, but it is like a hurdle in your life. This is not terrible. Don't be afraid. As long as you have determination and confidence, what is this? Without experiencing ups and downs, there will be no joy of success, overcoming again and again, surpassing yourself again and again, come on, try to skip.

5. Poetry suitable for broadcasting examination

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.

The 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 gentle waves of He Kanghe, I would like to be an aquatic plant!

The pool under the shade of the elm tree is not a clear spring.

It is the rainbow in the sky that is crushed in floating seaweed, precipitating a rainbow-like dream.

Looking for dreams? Support a long pole and swim back to a greener place on the grass.

Full of starlight, singing in the splendor of starlight.

But I can't play the piano, just 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.

Farewell to Cambridge is a beautiful lyric poem, not very long and easy to remember, hehe. I wish you good grades!

Step 6 broadcast poetry

1) The towering trees are tall and straight; Relying on the deep support of the earth; Lingyun high-rise buildings are shocking; Rely on the silent support of the thick and hard cornerstone; So, what do people rely on to support an extremely intelligent life? That is-honesty! Honesty is a fragrant flower; Make others happy, make yourself intoxicated; Honesty is an ancient poem; Let others taste and make yourself noble; Have self-esteem on your face; Have confidence in your eyes; Be sure of your actions; Have friends in life; A person can have no wealth, as long as he lives generously; A person may not be famous, as long as he has a clear conscience; But a person can't live without honesty, otherwise he has nothing; Learning, progress because of honesty; Work because of integrity and success; Life is wonderful because of honesty; Society is harmonious because of honesty; Students, honesty-oriented; If you don't keep your word, you can't agree; Sincerity from the heart, self-confidence, the unity of heart and action; Let us call for honesty with our hearts; Let our life take honesty as the cornerstone; Let our style take honesty as the banner; Let honesty become a red fire around you when you are cold; Let honesty be your shade under the scorching sun; Bathed in splendor; The heart is persistent; Honesty on the road; Walk along the scenery; We call for honesty, embrace honesty and stick to honesty! (2) An honest man is in my heart.

At school, he loves teachers, and he studies hard. He loves public property, he loves labor, and he helps pupils everywhere.

He is willing to win glory for the collective. Honesty has already been planted in my heart.

Honesty is like fire! Honesty as loose! Honesty is like a mirror! Honesty is like a lamp! Honest people have strength. With honesty, nothing is impossible.

Become an upright hero. I am honest and know everything.

Let's move from honesty to tomorrow! (3) I am one of the beautiful virtues of human beings. Fraud, wealth, reputation, always with me. I walked through cities and villages, crossed deserts, jumped over the sea, and spontaneously knocked on every door of my soul. If someone tries to cheat, he will soon taste the consequences. Anyone who leaves me alone for wealth and fame will soon lose it. This is my responsibility, right and obligation. All those who follow me, I will be admired by people. Those who despise and doubt me will only end up in poverty, sadness and failure. I didn't mean to torture others. I'm just doing my job. If everyone can remember my good character, maybe the world will be better. (4) Honesty is golden. As the saying goes, "Gold always shines!" A person with integrity, his life will shine.

Honesty is true. Sometimes, happiness is around us, but we often don't know it, because we need a pair of discerning eyes to see the world clearly and the truth clearly, but most importantly, we all need honesty to achieve mutual understanding, harmony and sincerity.

Honesty is beauty. Contemporary people pursue beauty and gorgeous appearance, but forget the beauty of the soul. In fact, the beauty of the soul is the real beauty. In the long history of 5000 years, Chinese culture has nurtured Chinese children.

Honesty is a virtue. People often say: "Diligence is the traditional virtue of the Chinese nation", but I want to say: "Honesty is also an indispensable virtue in interpersonal communication." Honesty makes life more exciting.

Life is more charming because of honesty. References:

Honest poetry is inner sincerity, and external trust lies in the sincerity of others' husband and wife to your people. Those who have no faith should not be sincere, and those who are sincere should bow on stage.

I said honesty is easy! How to say easy? Because, uh, it's simple. The honest man is in my heart.

At school, he loves teachers, and he studies hard. He loves public property, he loves labor, and he helps pupils everywhere.

He is willing to win glory for the collective. Honesty has already been planted in my heart.

Honesty is like fire! Honesty as loose! Honesty is like a mirror! Honesty is like a lamp! Honest people have strength. With honesty, nothing is impossible.

Become an upright hero. I am honest and know everything.

Let's move from honesty to tomorrow! Seven laws: Honesty and credibility win the trust of the people, and Wang Zunguo ruled the pre-Qin period. If you don't worship in Taoyuan, why ride the castle alone?

Han envoys lived in Beihai for a short time, and Southern Yan brought books into the park. Only husbands who have been separated from their wives for a long time will not expect it.

Honesty is golden. As the saying goes, "Gold always shines!" A person with integrity, his life will shine.

Honesty is true. Sometimes, happiness is around us, but we often don't know it, because we need a pair of discerning eyes to see the world clearly and the truth clearly, but most importantly, we all need honesty to achieve mutual understanding, harmony and sincerity.

Honesty is beauty. Contemporary people pursue beauty and gorgeous appearance, but forget the beauty of the soul. In fact, the beauty of the soul is the real beauty. In the long history of 5000 years, Chinese culture has nurtured Chinese children.

Honesty is a virtue. People often say: "Diligence is the traditional virtue of the Chinese nation", but I want to say: "Honesty is also an indispensable virtue in interpersonal communication." Honesty makes life more exciting.

Life is more charming because of honesty.

7. The host of the class meeting said: classic poetry.

I would like to shine on you month by month. Once the sea was difficult for water, Amber always thought of it and hated it until he came back. Then he rested on the floor and people leaned against the waves. There are thousands of snows, peaches and plums are silent, a group of spring, a pot of wine and a rod of nylon. There are several people in the world, whose sick souls are often like a thousand ropes, who are lonely, not lonely and not difficult, hoping for their daughters to fall. Peach blossoms fall, tears are full of joy, although Shanmeng is there, yellow wine is mo, and spring willows are everywhere.

The body is like a cloud, wrong, the bow is like a thunderbolt, two places are idle, and human feelings are evil; Is the horn cold? Flowers fade, flowers fly all over the sky, and the fragrance dies. Who has pity, a kind of lovesickness, is hard to trust, wins fame and fault after death, and grows with him on the earth, one tree and two branches. S's clothes gradually widened, and he did not regret it. It's hard to get rid of Iraq, which makes people haggard all their lives and don't miss it? People naturally hate water since childhood, and they are constantly cutting the east and cutting the west. It's a smell of parting. Like this star in my heart. It's not like Feng Lou stood in front of anyone in the middle of last night. I want to worry. I'm sad. What's the matter? Flowers bloom on the other side of Naihe Bridge. How can you forget the past in this life? Why leave old friends in the afterlife? People are empty and thin. East wind evil, difficult; When Xiao Feng is poor, you will miss it.

Suddenly looking back at that person, the flowers are similar year after year under the dim light, and people are different year after year. I hope people travel for a long time. This feeling has nowhere to go.

There is a faint scent here. There are Zhang's Moonlit Night on the Spring River, Li Bai's Into the Wine, Su Shi's Niannujiao Chibi Nostalgia, and Mink Head's When is the Bright Moon. Do you think these poems are pleasant or wrong? I came and went, only to know that it was a wing bird in the sky, and the night was hazy. Lu you is red-handed, thin and empty. If he is so weak and wrong, he will be sad and wrong.

Spring is the same as before: green flowers haunt my heart and white dew is frost. The so-called Iraqis are in the water, and the children are in Sichuan. Say, Mo, the palace wall is full of spring! Su Shi's favorite is Jiang's Ten Years of Life and Death. I don't think about it. I can't forget the lonely grave. Nowhere to talk about. Even if we meet, we should be ignorant of dust. When night came, we suddenly dreamed of going home. Xiao Xuan's windows are decorated and care about each other. Tears are only a thousand lines. My favorite is his "Hairpin Phoenix", with his bare hands, afraid of being asked. In the second half, I prefer teenagers who don't know the taste of sadness, falling in love with the floor and giving new words to the floor. Now I know how to worry, but I want to say that I still want to rest, but it is better to be cool in autumn. I hate you, unlike Jiang Louyue, north and south, east and west, north and south, but it seems that Jiang Louyue is full and still lacking, but when I have to reunite, I feel that Chang 'e should regret stealing the elixir. Peach blossoms fall. Bai Juyi's lovesickness in Shuxiang flowed into Wu Shan, an ancient ferry in Guazhou, and it was a little sad. I hated it until I got back to the stone, I rested on the floor and Li Qingzhao struggled to cross the river. I woke up a pool of gulls and herons, full moon, red lotus root, fragrant residual jade and light solution to Luo Shang. Who sent a brocade book to Lanzhou Cloud? The word "Wild Goose" returns, and the moon is full in the West Building. When it is cold, it is most difficult to take three cups and two lamps.

Everyone becomes himself. Spring is the same, and my heart is like flying catkins: the deceased is like a husband. I don't know why my golden harp has fifty strings, each of which has a flowery interval of youth. The sage created daydreaming, who was bewitched by butterflies. The king's longing for spring is crying in the cuckoo. Whoever sees the moon first, the river first, and the early years first, everyone looks at each other, but they don't know each other, and their tears are red and sad.

In autumn, soldiers stationed in the battlefield, fifty strings turned over the Great Wall, happy with thin tears. From then on, the heroes cried on their coats, and Mo frowned. Tang Wan's earthly feelings are thin, and flowers are easy to fall at dusk when it rains, and he is idle in the pool pavilion.

Ma Zuo Lu Feifei's Tang poetry depends on Li Bai, Du Fu and Bai Juyi's Song Ci, which belongs to Su Shi, Li Qingzhao, Lu You and Li Yu. A little older is the Book of Songs. Li Bai's Drinking the Bright Moon Alone, from from a pot of wine among the flowers, I drink it alone. No one was with me until, holding up my cup, I asked the bright moon to bring me my shadow and let the three of us, Du Fu, but before he conquered, he was already dead. Today is not yesterday. It is hard to believe this book, and the dream has returned to blowing the horn. If life is just like the first sight, the autumn wind draws a sad fan; The east wind is evil, and the feelings are thin. Eight hundred miles under the Lord, a few years from the cable, although the mountain alliance is there? Hua Lin thanked Chun Hong, but she was in a hurry and had no choice but to attract cold rain, and she came late. When will you be very drunk?

End the king's world affairs.