Prose suitable for reciting

Prose suitable for reciting 1: The road ahead of dandelion is blocked. Someone slowly opened the window and spit out a long string of cigarettes mixed with cold air. Some people honk their horns desperately in frustration. I sat alone in the car, playing songs I had never heard before, watching the long queue in the distance and sighing. In this bustling city, I don't have any affection, or I'm tired of this unspeakable numbness and boredom.

Suddenly, a dandelion floated by. In this cold day, I thought it was the only crystal clear snowflake. If it were snowing, the current temperature would not be surprising. But there is only such a piece, white, soft and carefree, floating in the wind, like an elf falling into the dust. How light she is. I believe that she comes from somewhere in heaven and can't see a trace of worry and sadness. Maybe she doesn't know what's bothering her.

It is such a dandelion that floats in front of me unscrupulously. I can clearly see the seed wrapped in fluff, a hope from the ends of the earth. There is only one dandelion, lonely, lonely, just like me. No one knows how long and how far she has been floating, and no one knows where she will land. I think she should have many brothers and sisters, but a gust of wind blew and everyone went their separate ways, just like us.

For a moment, I thought she was laughing at me and us. A red light makes the whole road full of vehicles, but she flies so freely; The engine is restless and roaring, and the exhaust gas erodes a little like poison, but she flies in front of me, from south to north, like a cloud on the horizon, white and soft.

For a moment, I thought she was so sad. No matter how long we stay at the red light, we are on our way home. No matter what we experienced today, we will soon be able to go back to our home and lie lazily in our big bed. Even though we are busy, we are still at home. And she, such a dandelion, was a wanderer from home from the beginning, seemingly free, but didn't know where to go. Although the world is free, the next hug is probably not as warm as mom's.

I sighed deeply, and only felt that this dandelion was somewhat pitiful and tragic. I thought she drifted aimlessly, full of helplessness and bitterness, but she disdained to fly farther. Some martyrs felt as if they were dead. I think we are different, full of blood, passionate and desperate pursuit, just like this lonely dandelion. One day, she will stop and land in an unknown place, buried in fertile or barren soil, and grow into a plant, strong and upright, indomitable spirit. Then, thousands of snowflakes drifted away with the wind, passing countless pedestrians who were at a loss like me, bringing them sighs and feelings, as well as thousands of reverie.

Just a dandelion, you are different from us. In fact, I can't see your sadness at all, and I won't be good at finding heaven for you. But since I met you, I have been thinking, I really hope that there will be a moment when I can fly with you in the wind. Break through this cage that imprisons thoughts. This cage is full of bondage. In fact, there is not much difference between going away and going home. Life and death are the same. We are always on the road.

Prose 2 suitable for reciting: Don't wait, now is the best time. When it comes to small goals, you can always hear such words, almost a mantra: wait …

I want to lose weight. I'm not busy with my work in the future. It is too hot in summer now. When the weather gets cold, I have to go running. However ... work requires occasional overtime. There is no time for you to be idle or busy for a long time. There are four seasons in a year. Maybe I'm busy at work when the weather is fine. A year is about to pass, from summer to winter, and winter is too cold to stretch out. In this way, instead of losing a catty, I gained nearly ten catties.

My colleague is not a standard beauty, but she has outstanding temperament and a good figure. Speaking of which, she has been going to the gym every week for over a year. So I also plan to sign up for a class when I have some money in my hand. But by the end of the year, there was little money left in my hand, and my dream was realized by others.

There are poems in the belly, and people who are ugly read more. I finally ordered five or six books from the Internet. I was so excited when I got the book back, as if I were holding it, and my mind was full of the contents of the book. I also made a reading plan for myself for two hours every night. However ... I worked overtime today, and I was too tired to go home. Do not work overtime tomorrow, study tomorrow. Right here tomorrow night. My favorite variety show has been updated. After watching the program, 1 1 has passed. Wash and sleep. In this way, by the end of the year, I found that I bought only two books.

Later ... later you will find that others are thin, and others are temperament from the inside out. Even the girl you like has become someone else's daughter-in-law, in the idea that you will declare your small achievements in the future.

If one thing can't make you act immediately, it can only show that you don't love enough, or that your laziness has overcome your perseverance.

It is not easy to know what you like and do what you like, what's more, some ideas only exist in one thought. We often persuade others to like chasing now. So now do what you want to do.

Some things can't be done overnight, but can be worn away by day-to-day actions. Although the snail climbs slowly, it can climb the fence and the house to meet the most beautiful sunset today.

If you ask me when is the best time to do something, I will tell you now. From now on, a little brick should be laid, and if you don't accumulate steps, you can't become a river or a sea.

1950, Zheng Xiaoying, who was in her early twenties, came to the most prestigious Moscow Conservatory of Music to study composition. It seems that she was born for music. At the age of six, he studied piano. At the age of fourteen, he became proficient in various musical instruments and performed many times. In Moscow Conservatory of Music, her talent has also been recognized by teachers and classmates.

Once, I saw the conductor playing her music in the concert hall. She was born to be an excellent conductor!

After that, she went to the concert hall to watch the performance whenever she had time, secretly learned the command skills, asked the teacher for advice, and went back to the dormitory to practice her own music. The classmate canceled her. "Mom, do you want to be a conductor? Don't waste energy, because it is impossible! "

At that time, the female conductor had almost never heard of it, and the opportunities for women to receive music education were few and far between. No matter what others think, the answer can only be given to yourself. Since you want to go, take action at once and show sincerity to do something seriously.

Her diligence and hard work have gained a foothold in the face of opportunities. Once, the school organized a concert and chose a piece of Zheng Xiaoying to play. Unexpectedly, when the commander stepped onto the platform, one of them sprained his foot and hurt his elbow at the same time, and the professor shook his head.

When everyone didn't know what to do, Zheng Xiaoying stood up, walked up to the professor and bowed: "I applied to the professor to take over the baton in your hand in the name of art!" He started his own command in the eyes of everyone who was amazed and even questioned.

Her passionate and majestic conductor is very artistic, and the baton is handy in her hands. Music seems to flow from her baton, sometimes thundering and sometimes calm.

At that time, there were two influential figures in the audience: Jin Hai, conductor of the Soviet National Opera House, and Yi, conductor of the Moscow Music Theatre. Wave. At the end of the song, even the professor gave her full affirmation. The first two even gave such an evaluation: "She must be an excellent conductor in the future!"

Her diligence finally made her the first outstanding female symphony conductor in the world. 20 10, aged 82, was awarded the lifetime achievement award by the first China Opera Art Achievement Award ceremony.

Sometimes an idea and goal may determine the direction of life, and of course it is inseparable from the efforts behind it. Life may be trivial, but it reflects your attitude.

Self-discipline will often make you go further in the future and have good execution.

Someone around me has started to act for what he wants to do. Maybe the results haven't appeared yet, so people feel appreciated. Because he's on his way.

Prose 3 suitable for recitation: The whispering days in winter slip away from your fingers day by day, passing through spring and sending away autumn. Winter has arrived, and in the face of warmer and warmer weather, the heavy snow has already disappeared from our southern cities. I haven't seen snow for several years, and I really miss the snowy days. I like it. I really want to welcome it with open arms on earth. I also like walking in the snow. Those two lines of footprints are like my own road of life, drifting away. I am eager to see it, but it always refuses to come.

We appreciate the romance and affection of spring; Summer fever and prosperity; Now we feel the loneliness and loneliness in winter. Many trees are bare, and a few leaves are scattered on the branches. Only the trunk still stands proudly, and occasionally a few yellow leaves float down from the tree.

I heard that it snowed in Lushan Mountain, so we agreed to take a cableway at the foot of Lushan Mountain and a cable car to enjoy the snow scene. We got on the cable car and slowly climbed up with Suonian. The cable car slides higher and higher, but it is stable. We can hardly feel it moving upward. The cable car is getting higher and higher, and all the trees on the mountain are in sight. The cable car has taken people to high altitude, and I dare not look down. The dense pine trees on the mountain are covered with a thin layer of snow. The higher the mountain, the lower the temperature. Where the sun can't shine, no matter where the sun goes, trees can't see snow.

It takes seven minutes to get to Lushan Mountain, which is really like a paradise. The trees are wrapped in silver, and the scenery is particularly charming. All the trees are like ice sculptures, wrapped in ice, which is very charming. They are pleated in the sun. Mountains and mountains are really worlds apart, with a temperature difference of ten degrees. People clearly feel this cold chill. Suddenly I remembered the poem "After the Snow on Zheng Xie Mountain". Open the door in the morning, the mountains are covered with snow, the snow is clear and the sun is cold. There is no drop of plum blossom frozen on the eaves, which is a kind of loneliness. This kind of sight is rare on earth, just because it exists in the sky.

Many tourists came to the winding hills on the mountain, and the originally calm and quiet mountain suddenly became active. Many tourists took pictures under the big tree as a souvenir. The trees are covered with ice crystals and shine in the sun. Dewdrops on small trees and grass hang on the tip of the leaves, condensing like many diamonds, and are particularly dazzling under the sunlight. I made an ice crystal at random and held it in my hand. It was cold and did not melt at all. The sun seems to be close at hand, but the sun is very soft and gentle, and there is no sense of summer heat at all.

I am walking in this silver world. This feeling is so real and seems so far away. I haven't experienced this deep bone marrow cold for many years. In my deep memory, I remember a time when I was a child. It is snowing heavily in the sky. I sat in a wheelbarrow in thin clothes, and my father pushed me behind. I was shivering in the car and wanted to cry. This picture has always been engraved in my mind.

Walking through the snow scene of Lushan Mountain, we enjoyed the beautiful scenery of Lushan Mountain in winter and felt the biting cold. Although the freeze has not yet melted, this cold goes deep into the bone marrow and reaches our hearts. When we slowly turn the beautiful old become memories into a forever frozen picture, let us walk in the winter sunshine, feel the wonder of nature, and let our hearts be exiled in this snowy forest.

Prose 4 Suitable for Recitation: Journey to Yuanyang Terrace in the Sky