找3-5分钟适合高中生朗诵的感人诗歌（带伴奏）急~~

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找3-5分钟适合高中生朗诵的感人诗歌（带伴奏）急~~..................超级急...感人的比较好~~实在点的..其他的很好的也OK。拜托大家了~~真的很急....

Answer 1

十五、竹枝词六组
1． 灵 山 卫
灵山卫，灵山卫，
几度梦里空相会。
未曾忍心搁下笔，
满纸都是血和泪。

灵山卫，灵山卫，
一草一木皆憔悴。
闻说灵山高千尺，
难觅一朵红玫瑰。

灵山卫，灵山卫，
多少情系天涯内？
日日空见雁南飞，
不见故人心已碎。

灵山卫，灵山卫，
一年一度寒星坠。
遥望去年星在北，
今年寒星又是谁？

灵山卫，灵山卫，
灵山何处无血脉？
且听夜半松涛声，
诉说昨日功与罪。
2． 周庆进
灵山客，灵山客，
独自去游天上月。
本欲带上花一朵，
无奈山上百花谢。

灵山客，灵山客，
群仙为谁来鼓瑟？
遥闻天上鼓瑟声，
声声悲愤声声切。

灵山客，灵山客，
舍身忘情情益烈。
不闻雄舟从君走，
唯见潮起潮又落。

灵山客，灵山客，
从此相伴唯黄鹤。
昔日良弓和骏马，
至今无人能骑射。

灵山客，灵山客，
悠悠长恨何时灭？
李波欲掬灵海水，
泪水和流到长夜。
3．花 语
吾本是，荷花女，
衷肠未诉泪如雨。
君若看到荷花泪，
可知荷花几多苦？

吾本是，荷花女，
只是与君心相许。
今宵为君把歌唱，
句句都是伤心曲。

吾本是，荷花女，
朝朝暮暮为君舞。
看尽人间多少事？
知己只有吾和汝。

吾本是，荷花女，
梦里与君做诗侣。
但愿天下有情人，
总有一天成眷属。

吾本是，荷花女，
一片芳心请记取。
他年荷花盛开日，
朵朵带去吾祝福。
3． 黍 离
风也奇，雨也奇，
风雨之中话黍离。
黍离声声不忍闻，
闻之含泪皆离席。

风也奇，雨也奇，
纵横四海无强敌。
看淡人间生与死，
坦然面对枪林逼。

风也奇，雨也奇，
甘以鲜血溅胡逆。
苍天为你唱挽歌，
大地为你致悼辞。

风也奇，雨也奇，
留下此恨恨无极。
来生亲率百万兵，
长白山下雪国耻。

风也奇，雨也奇，
神州因你而风靡。
振古铄金百万年，
今日风靡又一时。
4． 苇编五绝
芦苇高，芦苇长，
芦花似雪雪茫茫。
芦苇最知风儿暴，
芦苇最知雨儿狂。

芦苇高，芦苇长，
芦苇荡里捉迷藏。
多少高堂名利客，
都是当年放牛郎。

芦苇高，芦苇长，
隔山隔水遥相望。
芦苇这边是故乡，
芦苇那边是汪洋。

芦苇高，芦苇长，
芦苇荡边编织忙。
编成卷入我行囊，
伴我从此去远航。

芦苇高，芦苇长，
芦苇笛声多悠扬。
牧童相和在远方，
令人牵挂爹和娘。
5． 峨眉山
峨眉山，峨眉山，
吾今为你谱新篇。
山上一曲《红梅赞》，
山下一曲《相见欢》。

峨眉山，峨眉山，
处处秀色皆可餐。
峨眉一山有四季，
峨眉十里不同天。

峨眉山，峨眉山，
冰清玉洁似婵娟。
峨眉风情千万种，
奈何独自守西川？

峨眉山，峨眉山，
峨眉千载无烽烟。
不与群峰争险峻，
只为社稷保平安。

峨眉山，峨眉山，
虚无缥渺天地间。
云游四海三十年，
至此方知天地宽。

参考资料：《诗词三百首》，作者：白玉

Answer 2

雨 巷

撑着油纸伞，独自彷徨在悠长，悠长 又寂寥的雨巷，我希望逢着
一个丁香一样地 结着愁怨的姑娘。 她是有丁香一样的颜色，
丁香一样的芬芳，丁香一样的忧愁， 在雨中哀怨， 哀怨又彷徨；
她彷徨在这寂寥的雨巷 撑着油纸伞像我一样， 像我一样地
默默行着 冷漠，凄清，又惆怅。 她静默地走近 走近，
又投出太息一般的眼光， 她飘过 像梦一般地，
像梦一般地凄婉迷茫。 像梦中飘过 一枝丁香地，
我身旁飘过这女郎； 她静默地远了，远了， 到了颓圮的篱墙，
走尽这雨巷。 在雨的哀曲里，消了她的颜色， 散了她的芬芳，
消散了，甚至她的 太息般的眼光， 丁香般的惆怅。撑着油纸伞，
独自 彷徨在悠长，悠长 又寂寥的雨巷， 我希望飘过
一个丁香一样地结着愁怨的姑娘。

Answer 3

长亭外，古道边，芳草碧连天。
晚风拂柳笛声残，夕阳山外山。
天之涯，地之角，知交半零落。
一觚浊酒尽余欢，今宵别梦寒。
长亭外，古道边，芳草碧连天。
晚风拂柳笛声残，夕阳山外山。

长亭外，古道边，芳草碧连天。
晚风拂柳笛声残，夕阳山外山。
天之涯，地之角，知交半零落。
一觚浊酒尽余欢，今宵别梦寒。
长亭外，古道边，芳草碧连天。
晚风拂柳笛声残，夕阳山外山。

Answer 4

Ode to a Nightingale
John Keats
My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains

My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk,

Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains

One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk:

'Tis not through envy of thy happy lot,

But being too happy in thine happiness, -

That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees,

In some melodious plot

Of beechen green and shadows numberless,

Singest of summer in full-throated ease.

O, for a draught of vintage! that hath been

Cool'd a long age in the deep-delved earth,

Tasting of Flora and the country green,

Dance, and Provençal song, and sunburnt mirth!

O for a beaker full of the warm South,

Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene,

With beaded bubbles winking at the brim,

And purple-stained mouth;

That I might drink, and leave the world unseen,

And with thee fade away into the forest dim:

Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget

What thou among the leaves hast never known,

The weariness, the fever, and the fret

Here, where men sit and hear each other groan;

Where palsy shakes a few, sad, last gray hairs,

Where youth grows pale, and spectre-thin, and dies;

Where but to think is to be full of sorrow

And leaden-eyed despairs,

Where Beauty cannot keep her lustrous eyes,

Or new Love pine at them beyond to-morrow.

Away! away! for I will fly to thee,

Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards,

But on the viewless wings of Poesy,

Though the dull brain perplexes and retards:

Already with thee! tender is the night,

And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne,

Cluster'd around by all her starry Fays;

But here there is no light,

Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown

Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways.

I cannot see what flowers are at my feet,

Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs,

But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet

Wherewith the seasonable month endows

The grass, the thicket, and the fruit-tree wild;

White hawthorn, and the pastoral eglantine;

Fast fading violets cover'd up in leaves;

And mid-May's eldest child,

The coming musk-rose, full of dewy wine,

The murmurous haunt of flies on summer eves.

Darkling I listen; and, for many a time

I have been half in love with easeful Death,

Call'd him soft names in many a mused rhyme,

To take into the air my quiet breath;

Now more than ever seems it rich to die,

To cease upon the midnight with no pain,

While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad

In such an ecstasy!

Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain -

To thy high requiem become a sod.

Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird!

No hungry generations tread thee down;

The voice I hear this passing night was heard

In ancient days by emperor and clown:

Perhaps the self-same song that found a path

Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home,

She stood in tears amid the alien corn;

The same that oft-times hath

Charm'd magic casements, opening on the foam

Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn.

Forlorn! the very word is like a bell

To toll me back from thee to my sole self!

Adieu! the fancy cannot cheat so well

As she is fam'd to do, deceiving elf.

Adieu! adieu! thy plaintive anthem fades

Past the near meadows, over the still stream,

Up the hill-side; and now 'tis buried deep

In the next valley-glades:

Was it a vision, or a waking dream?

Fled is that music: - Do I wake or sleep?

Answer 5

MAY GAD!!!!!!!!!!!天啊!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!受不了哦!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1111111111111111111