第一篇：各類朗誦經典文章

各類朗誦經典文章

名作誦讀篇 《致橡樹》 作者： 舒婷 《我愿意是急流》 作者:裴多菲

《雨巷》 作者：戴望舒 《雪》 作者；魯迅 《我的心》 作者：巴金 《人生真味》 作者：柯靈 《我是一個任性的孩子》作者：顧城

《雷鋒之歌》賀敬之 《海燕之歌-(俄)》 高爾基 《春江花月夜》作者：張若虛 《將進酒》 作者：李白

《席慕蓉詩集》 《張曉風經典散文》 《余光中文集》 《洛夫詩選》 《林清玄散文集》 《劉墉文選》

長歌浩嘆唱古今——《中國千古名篇音樂朗誦會》

關于對誦類文章 《長恨歌》 作者：白居易 《鳳凰涅槃》作者：郭沫若 《思念的風鈴》(雙人合誦)作者：水蓮

《會唱歌的鳶尾花》舒婷 《愛在天地間》作者：水蓮 《牽手》作者碑林路人 《風景在海邊》作者：愛夢 關于母親類的朗誦文章 《母親是一種歲月》作者：張建星 母親節的淚—— 再叫“媽媽”誰開門

《母親贊》 作者：張玲 《啊！母親》作者：舒婷 《這一跪》作者：苗曉 《母親》原著 肖復興 《這一吻》 作者愛夢

《好想你，我的親娘》 作者: 松云水石

《秋天的懷念》(史鐵生)《媽媽的恩情》作者 藍諾 《媽媽，我不敢回頭》作者：茗香溢遠

《母親謠》作者 海狼 《祝福你媽媽》作者：海德 《大堰河－我的保姆》 作者：艾青

《母親的心》作者：水木

活到安靜平和，才是真正的繁花似錦 作者：馬德

一個人能壞到什么程度，看他張狂的時候就清楚了；同樣，一個人會好到什么程度，看他困厄的時候就知道了。得意的時候看他做什么，落魄的時候看他不做什么，在放縱和堅守那里，露出的，往往是最真的品性。

有的人跟你走得很近，吸引他的不是你，而是你背后的權勢。有的人與你好得一塌糊涂，籠住他的不是情義，而是比情義更現實的金錢。

在失勢和貧窮之后，你一下子從這些人身上感受到了人世冷暖。最熱乎的人，一下子變成了最蒼涼的面孔。原來，親熱與冷漠，熟悉跟陌生，親近和疏離，中間只隔著：你有用和沒用。

不要怨人情薄似紙。勢利的人所給你的，原本就是虛假的真誠和虛妄的熱鬧。只是，你愿意活在這種虛空里。熱鬧散后，只好照單全收所有的凄清和悲涼。

這個世界上，最了解你優點的人可能是朋友，但最諳熟你缺點的人卻是敵人。

你可能有無數個對手，但只會有一個置你于死地的敵人。

也就是說，這個人比你還了解你的軟肋。最危險的敵人，壞就壞在這里，他未必外在強大，但一定心思詭秘。他盯著你，鉆研你，單等你的七寸露出來，只輕輕一擊，你就敗了。

多少人，強勢到可以呼風喚雨，卻在人性的一個弱點中潰不成軍。

這些人的通病是，容易看清楚別人，不容易看清楚自己。在別人的問題上可以斟酌到錙銖必較，而在自己的問題上卻可以粗略到走馬觀花。一顆自私的心，自然會豢養出一雙自私的眼睛，一種計較的活法，以及，一腔熱衷于背后說人是非的態度。

一輩子看不上別人，換一種說法就是，從來沒看清過自己。

活到通透，才會把自己看得真切。

通透，就是隔著前塵，把后世看到岑渺；就是隔著喧囂，把自我沉到闃寂[qù jì]。就是按下妄念，心無所執，就是明白什么叫非分和僭越，而從此不越雷池一步。

通透，就是自己把自己打通了，就是自己把自己說透了。賞一番春花，看幾彎瘦月，一切得失與榮辱，來則安靜，去則泰然。春花繁盛終易逝，瘦月虧久滿復來，知道該來的終會來，該走的必將走，留也留不住。

知深淺，方可無悲喜。物我兩忘，才能冷暖自度。

通透的人，未必活得繁花似錦，但一定過得安靜平和。人生活到最后會發現，其實，安靜平和，才是真正的繁花似錦。

朋友，就是住在你的優點里，廝守著你氣息的那些人。

他們也不是看不到你的缺點。只是那些缺點，像屋外的寒風，有一陣沒一陣地來，也就不在意了。倘若有一天，朋友離開了，那一定是他們的心被寒風吹徹，在你身上再覓不到半點陽光和溫度。

這個世界，誰也愿意活在溫暖里，朋友也是。一個人，有永遠的朋友，未必是充分張揚了優點，一定是懂得適度地把控了缺點。因為，一把刀子拿出來，即便不傷人，寒光閃過，就是一種凜冽。

留住人心的，未必是那個遙遠的優點。有時候，能掩住缺點，就是最貼心最深沉的懂得。

與一個人相處得久了，也未必會知道對方的全部。

久了，只是把光陰交給了你，但不是心。

一個人，能把一顆心毫無保留深層次地交給對方，一定是靈魂走到了一起。靈魂里，兩情繾綣，或者惺惺相惜，才會有心的完全交付。有的人，一輩子跟另一個人在一起，卻是彼此的一個過客，一轉身，就可以相忘于天涯。

心的距離，才是這個世界上最遙遠的距離。

生命中的貴人，就是那個靈魂里相知的人。言其貴，不是因為幫過你，而是因為你與他，相期未必相遇，一生僅有一會。

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第二篇：重陽節朗誦文章精選

《母親我又夢見了您》

母親，昨夜我又夢見了您。在我的夢中，您很年輕，我很幼小。我夢見了您，也夢見了那年的春天，和春天里的那片金燦燦的油菜花農田……

陽春三月，在家鄉肥沃的土地上，大片大片的油菜花開得燦爛而又溫暖。您常聽村里人說起美麗的油菜花，就想讓我帶您去那片油菜花田里看一看。

那天，您手拄著竹棍，我牽著您的手，帶您向油菜花田里默默地走去。沐浴著一陣陣和煦的春風，我們還沒有走到油菜花的田邊，您就已經被那一縷縷撲面而來的清香所陶醉。一路上，您在大口大口地呼吸，嘴里還不住地說，油菜花真香，真的很香啊!

在油菜花的田邊俯下身，當您把鼻子輕輕地湊近油菜花時，我看見您在深情地嗅著、久久地品味著、舒暢地陶醉著。您好像要把所有的花香都吸進肺腑里，把春天的美麗以另一種方式收藏在自己的想象中。用手輕柔地撫摸著一串串的油菜花，您問我是什么顏色的，我告訴您油菜花是金黃色的。我知道，在您的世界里，沒有花朵，也沒有陽光，您根本就不知道金黃色是一種什么顏色。永遠的黑色厚厚地籠罩著您，您的世界比蒼茫的夜色還要沉重和黑暗。

我牽著您的手，在油菜花的田邊靜靜地走。美麗斑斕的蝴蝶，在我們的周圍翩翩起舞。蜜蜂的嗡嗡聲，在我們的耳邊忽遠忽近。我看見，您把我采擷給您的幾朵油菜花放在自己的嘴里靜靜地品咂著。我知道，面對著金黃的油菜花，您是用心在看，用手在看，用耳朵在看，用嘴巴在看啊!您比我的眼睛更真切地看到了春天，看到了陽光和花朵。

正午時分，我把一串油菜花插在您的鬢發上，牽著您的竹棍帶您回家。蝴蝶和蜜蜂熱情地追隨著您，從您臉上流露的表情，我讀懂了您被陽光般的油菜花照亮的心?？粗逶谀^上的油菜花，我感到，在我的眼里，您比所有的花朵都美麗。

現在，又到了三月，家鄉的油菜花又開了。母親，最近我常常夢見您。夢見您的時候，我就在心里一聲聲地呼喚著您。在這個季節里，您聞到的那縷油菜花的清香，就是我對您遙遠的呼喚和思念。啊！母親，您聞到油菜花的清香了嗎？我的呼喚和思念，在一陣陣的暖風中飄飛著，比鳥語圓潤，比花香更濃。

第三篇：2012關于重陽節的朗誦文章

朋友們，在秋天這如夢的季節，在重陽節這個尊老、敬老、愛老、助老的老年人的節日，我們×××××，朗誦為大家推出這臺《秋之夢 重陽節晚會》，敬請朋友光臨!

金色的秋天是收獲的季節.我們一手收獲果實一手收獲人生.網絡天地小人心天地大讓我們大家攜起手來共同收獲生活中的網絡里的輝煌。

《獻給媽媽.的歌》

我心中有一首歌，那是唱給媽媽的 歌。

媽媽是廣袤厚實的土地，讓幼小的種子萌芽于懷中，媽媽給了我生命翠綠的顏色。

媽媽是明媚和煦的陽光，釋放出青春絢麗的色彩，媽媽給了我生長中全部溫暖的寄托。

媽媽是一條默默無聞的小河，她把所有的一切都奉獻給了大海，讓他有了淵博的氣度和壯麗的浪波。

我心中有一首歌，那是獻給媽媽的 歌。

媽媽是一條任勞任怨的老黃牛，咀嚼艱辛的桔梗和生活的苦澀，帶著我爬過童年蹣跚邁步的那道坡。

媽媽是家鄉門前的那座山，擋住嚴冬的風寒，生出春夏的蔥蘢，留給自己的卻是秋葉的零落。

遠在他鄉的游子

望夜空中的月出星落，媽媽的 溫情永遠輝映在我的心窩。

跋涉漫長的旅程，最思念的是媽媽，夢回千里的日子，最想見的還是媽媽。

誰言寸草心，報得三春暉，是媽媽放飛了我這只翱翔的鴿。

我心中有一首歌，那是感謝媽媽的 歌。

母愛是一本永遠讓你回味的書，媽媽就是那不署名的偉大作者，她教會了我們如何面對慘淡和輝煌的人生。

小時候常常拽住媽媽手中線，看著媽媽縫出月色的美麗，日出的晨曦。

小時候穿著媽媽做的身上衣，衣裳印染著媽媽勤勞的汗水，儉樸的品格。

如今感懷媽媽的 恩情，那心中感激的泉水涌出深情的淚珠。

不要說我們不知道媽媽牽掛兒女的心腸，媽媽思念兒女的淚更多。

摞起所有的方塊字，我總也夠不到母親恩情的高峰。

唱出所有的音符的組合，我也無法表達出母愛的深邃和磅礴。

每個人心中都有一首歌，那是一生一世永遠唱不完的歌。

古往今來，看天地悠悠，那不變的是媽媽對我們的囑托，千山萬水，尋天涯海角，那最無私最真的是媽媽對兒女的愛。

媽媽滿頭蒼老的白發，霜染了多少歲月的蹉跎，媽媽滿臉深曲的皺褶，刻入了多少心酸的寂寞。

媽媽滿手粗糙的皮膚，留下了多少生活的折磨。

媽媽滿眶干枯的眼光，隱藏了多少內心的緘默。

我的身上，媽媽的 血液在沸騰，我的臉上，媽媽的 吻還散發著余熱。

媽媽從不要求我們回報什么，兒女的幸福才是她最大的快樂。

祝福媽媽健康長壽，我哽咽的喉嚨唱出了這首歌。

媽媽你是我心中的一首歌，媽媽你永遠是我心中那首不忘的歌。

第四篇：關于重陽節的朗誦文章

關于重陽節的朗誦文章

朋友們，在秋天這如夢的季節，在重陽節這個尊老、敬老、愛老、助老的老年人的節日，我們×××××，朗誦為

大家推出這臺《秋之夢 重陽節晚會》，敬請朋友光臨!

金色的秋天是收獲的季節.我們一手收獲果實一手收獲人生.網絡天地小人心天地大讓我們大家攜起手來共同收獲生活中的網絡里的輝煌。

《獻給媽媽.的歌》媽媽思念兒女的淚更多。

我心中有一首歌，摞起所有的方塊字，那是唱給媽媽的 歌。我總也夠不到母親恩情的高峰。媽媽是廣袤厚實的土地，唱出所有的音符的組合，讓幼小的種子萌芽于懷中，媽媽給了我生命翠綠的顏色。媽媽是明媚和煦的陽光，釋放出青春絢麗的色彩，媽媽給了我生長中全部溫暖的寄托。媽媽是一條默默無聞的小河，她把所有的一切都奉獻給了大海，讓他有了淵博的氣度和壯麗的浪波。我心中有一首歌，那是獻給媽媽的 歌。媽媽是一條任勞任怨的老黃牛，咀嚼艱辛的桔梗和生活的苦澀，帶著我爬過童年蹣跚邁步的那道坡。媽媽是家鄉門前的那座山，擋住嚴冬的風寒，生出春夏的蔥蘢，留給自己的卻是秋葉的零落。遠在他鄉的游子望夜空中的月出星落，媽媽的 溫情永遠輝映在我的心窩。跋涉漫長的旅程，最思念的是媽媽，夢回千里的日子，最想見的還是媽媽。誰言寸草心，報得三春暉，是媽媽放飛了我這只翱翔的鴿。我心中有一首歌，那是感謝媽媽的 歌。

母愛是一本永遠讓你回味的書，媽媽就是那不署名的偉大作者，她教會了我們如何面對慘淡和輝煌的人生。小時候常常拽住媽媽手中線，看著媽媽縫出月色的美麗，日出的晨曦。小時候穿著媽媽做的身上衣，衣裳印染著媽媽勤勞的汗水，儉樸的品格。如今感懷媽媽的 恩情，那心中感激的泉水涌出深情的淚珠。不要說我們不知道媽媽牽掛兒女的心腸，我也無法表達出母愛的深邃和磅礴。每個人心中都有一首歌，那是一生一世永遠唱不完的歌。古往今來，看天地悠悠，那不變的是媽媽對我們的囑托，千山萬水，尋天涯海角，那最無私最真的是媽媽對兒女的愛。媽媽滿頭蒼老的白發，霜染了多少歲月的蹉跎，媽媽滿臉深曲的皺褶，刻入了多少心酸的寂寞。媽媽滿手粗糙的皮膚，留下了多少生活的折磨。媽媽滿眶干枯的眼光，隱藏了多少內心的緘默。我的身上，媽媽的 血液在沸騰，我的臉上，媽媽的 吻還散發著余熱。媽媽從不要求我們回報什么，兒女的幸福才是她最大的快樂。祝福媽媽健康長壽，我哽咽的喉嚨唱出了這首歌。媽媽你是我心中的一首歌，媽媽你永遠是我心中那首不忘的歌。

第五篇：英語 朗誦比賽文章

Passage 1

A Greek to Remember Diogenes was a famous Greek philosopher of the fourth century B.C., who established the philosophy of cynicism.He often walked about in the daytime holding a lighted lantern, peering around as if he were looking for something.When questioned about his odd behavior, he would reply, “I am searching for an honest man.” Diogenes held that the good man was self-sufficient and did not require material comforts or wealth.He believed that

wealth and possessions constrained humanity's natural state of freedom.In keeping with his philosophy, he was perfectly satisfied with making his home in a large tub discarded from the temple of Cybele, the goddess of nature.This earthen tub, called a pithos, and formerly been used for holding wine or oil for the sacrifices at the temple.One day, Alexander the Great, conqueror of half the civilized world, saw Diogenes sitting in this tub in the sunshine.So the king, surrounded by his countries, approached Diogenes and said, “I am Alexander the Great.” The philosopher replied rather contemptuously, “I am Diogenes, the Cynic.” Alexander then asked him if he could help him in any way.“ Yes, ”shot back Diogenes, “don't stand between me and the sun.” A surprised Alexander then replied quickly, “If I were not Alexander, I would be Diogenes.” Passage 2

Saying Good-bye to Cambridge Again

Very quietly I take my leave As quietly as I came here;Quietly I wave good-bye

To the rosy clouds in the western sky.The golden willows by the riverside Are young brides in the setting sun;Their reflections on the shimmering waves Always linger in the depth of my heart.The floating heart growing in the sludge Sways leisurely under the water;In the gentle waves of Cambridge I would be a water plant!

That pool under the shade of elm trees Holds not water but the rainbow from the sky;Shattered to pieces among the duckweeds Is the sediment of a rainbow-like dream? To seek a dream? Just to pole a boat upstream To where the green grass is more verdant;Or to have the boat fully loaded with starlight And sing aloud in the splendour of starlight.But I cannot sing aloud Quietness is my farewell music;

Even summer insects keep silence for me Silent is Cambridge tonight!Very quietly I take my leave As quietly as I came here;Gently I flick my sleeves

Not even a wisp of cloud will I bring away Passage 3

A Psalm of Life

Tell me not in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream!For the soul is dead that slumbers And things are not what they seem.Life is real!Life is earnest!And the grave is not its goal;Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul.Not enjoyment, and not sorrow, Is our destined and our way;But to act，That much to-morrow.Find us farther than to-day.Art is long, and time is fleeting.And our hearts, though stout and brave.Still , like muffled drums , are beating Funeral marches to the grave。In the world’s broad field of battle, In the bivouac of Life, Be not like dumb, driven cattle!Be a hero in the strife!Trust no future.howe’er pleasant!Let the dead Past bury its dead!Act, act in the living Present!Let us, then, be up and doing, With a heart for any fate;Still achieving, still pursuing Learn to labour and to wait.Passage 4

A Forever Friend

“A friend walks in when the rest of the world walks out.” Sometimes in life, You find a special friend;

Someone who changes your life just by being part of it.Someone who makes you laugh until you can't stop;

Someone who makes you believe that there really is good in the world.Someone who convinces you that there really is an unlocked door just waiting for you to open it.This is Forever Friendship.when you're down，and the world seems dark and empty，Your forever friend lifts you up in spirits and makes that dark and empty world suddenly seem bright and full.Your forever friend gets you through the hard times, the sad times, and the confused times.If you turn and walk away, Your forever friend follows, If you lose your way，Your forever friend guides you and cheers you on.Your forever friend holds your hand and tells you that everything is going to be okay.Passage 5

If I were a Boy Again(1)

If I were a boy again, I would practice perseverance more often, and never give up a thing because it was hard or inconvenient.If we want light, we must conquer darkness.Perseverance can sometimes equal genius in its results.“There are only two creatures,” says a proverb, “who can surmount the pyramids—the eagle and the snail.”

If I were a boy again, I would school myself into a habit of attention;I would let nothing come between me and the subject in hand.I would remember that a good skater never tries to skate in two directions at once.The habit of attention becomes part of our life, if we begin early enough.I often hear grown up people say “I could not fix my attention on the sermon or book, although I wished to do so”, and the reason is, the habit was not formed in youth.If I were to live my life over again, I would pay more attention to the cultivation of the memory.I would strengthen that faculty by every possible means, and on every possible occasion.It takes a little hard work at first to remember things accurately;but memory soon helps itself, and gives very little trouble.It only needs early cultivation to become a power.Passage 6

If I were a Boy Again(2)

If I were a boy again, I would cultivate courage.“Nothing is so mild and gentle as courage, nothing so cruel and pitiless as cowardice,” says a wise author.We too often borrow trouble, and anticipate that may never appear.” The fear of ill exceeds the ill we fear.” Dangers will arise in any career, but presence of mind will often conquer the worst of them.Be prepared for any fate, and there is no harm to be feared.If I were a boy again, I would look on the cheerful side.Life is very much like a mirror: if you smile upon it, it smiles back upon you;but if you frown and look doubtful on it, you will get a similar look in return.Inner sunshine warms not only the heart of the owner, but of all that come in contact with it.“Who shuts love out, in turn shall be shut out from love.”

If I were a boy again, I would school myself to say no more often.I might write pages on the importance of learning very early in life to gain that point where a young boy can stand erect, and decline doing an unworthy act because it is unworthy.If I were a boy again, I would demand of myself more courtesy towards my companions and friends, and indeed towards strangers as well.The smallest courtesies along the rough roads of life are like the little birds that sing to us all winter long, and make that season of ice and snow more endurable.Finally, instead of trying hard to be happy, as if that were the sole purpose of life, I would, if I were a boy again, I would still try harder to make others happy.Passage 7

Love Your Life

However mean your life is, meet it and live it;do not shun it and call it hard names.It is not so bad as you are.It looks poorest when you are richest.The fault-finder will find faults in paradise.Love your life, poor as it is.You may perhaps have some pleasant, thrilling, glorious hours, even in a poor-house.The setting sun is reflected from the windows of the alms-house as brightly as from the rich man's abode;the snow melts before its door as early in the spring.I do not see but a quiet mind may live as contentedly there, and have as cheering thoughts, as in a palace The town's poor seem to me often to live the most independent lives of any.Maybe they are simply great enough to receive without misgiving.Most think that they are above being supported by the town;but it often happens that they are not above supporting themselves by dishonest means, which should be more disreputable.Cultivate poverty like a garden herb, like sage.Do not trouble yourself much to get new things, whether clothes or friends.Turn the old, return to them.Things do not change;we change.Sell your clothes and keep your thoughts.Passage 8

Think it Over Today we have higher buildings and wider highways, but shorter temperaments and narrower points of view;We spend more, but enjoy less;We have bigger houses, but smaller families;We have more compromises, but less time;We have more knowledge, but less judgment;We have more medicines, but less health;We have multiplied out possessions, but reduced out values;We talk much, we love only a little, and we hate too much;We reached the Moon and came back, but we find it troublesome to cross our own street and meet our neighbors;We have conquered the utter space, but not our inner space;We have higher income, but less morals;These are times with more liberty, but less joy;We have much more food, but less nutrition;These are the days in which it takes two salaries for each home, but divorces increase;

These are times of finer houses, but more broken homes;That's why I propose, that as of today;You do not keep anything for a special occasion.Because every day that you live is a SPECIAL OCCASION.Search for knowledge, read more, sit on your porch and admire the view without paying attention to your needs;Spend more time with your family and friends, eat your favorite foods, visit the places you love;Life is a chain of moments of enjoyment;not only about survival;Use your crystal goblets.Do not save your best perfume, and use it every time you feel you want it.Remove from your vocabulary phrases like “one of these days” or “someday”;Let's write that letter we thought of writing “one of these days”!Let's tell our families and friends how much we love them;Do not delay anything that adds laughter and joy to your life;Every day, every hour, and every minute is special;And you don't know if it will be your last.Passage 9

You Are My Life

There was a boy who was sent to a boarding school.He used to be the brightest student in his class.He was at the top in every competition.But things changed after that.His grades started dropping.He hated being in a group.He was lonely all the time.He felt worthless and that no one loved him.His parents began to worry.But even they did not know what was wrong.So his dad decided to visit the school and talk with him.They sat on the bank of the lake near the school.The father started asking him casual questions about his classes, teachers and sports.Then he asked, “Do you know, son, why I am here today?”

The boy said, “To check my grades?”

“No, no,” his dad replied.“I am here to tell you that you are the most important person for me.I want to see you happy.I don’t care about grades.I care about you.I care about your happiness.YOU ARE MY LIFE.”

Now the boy had everything he wanted.He knew there was someone on this Earth who cared for him deeply.He meant the world to someone.Thanks a lot, Dad.YOU ARE MY LIFE.Passage 10

Why I Love You

Every time I think about you，I'm reminded of the reasons why I love you From the deep of my heart and soul.And I wonder what I'd do without you, Without your healing smile, Your words of faith，The caring and sensitive way you touch me, Lifting me just when I need it most.Without you, What would I have? What would I be?

I can't imagine existing in a world

Where someone doesn't love me the way you do.You're the only one

Who’s ever understood me and accepted me for who I am.And I think you're nothing short of amazing.Your love has always been and will always be Life’s greatest gift to me!

Love is the best and most beautiful thing in the world, though it cannot be seen or even touched-it must be felt with the heart.Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength;loving someone deeply gives you courage.Love is like the sun coming out of the clouds and warming your soul.10