第一篇：抒情英文朗誦稿[大全]

抒情英文朗誦稿

在時(shí)光廷伸的岸上，側(cè)目而視來時(shí)的路；歲月之河，濤聲依舊。唯有自己的心語，如潺潺有聲的溪水，婉轉(zhuǎn)而悠揚(yáng)，伴著我度過無數(shù)無眠的無盡之夜。在這有風(fēng)有情的雨夜里，我想用清純的`文字煮一壺墨香，坐在窗簾的邊緣點(diǎn)燃生命的歌喉。以下是抒情英文朗誦稿，歡迎閱讀。

it doesn’t interest me what you do for a living.i want to know what you ache for, and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart’s longing.it doesn’t interest me how old you are.i want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dreams, for the adventure of being alive.it doesn’t interest me what planets are squaring your moon.i want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow, if you have been opened by life’s betrayals or have become shriveled and closed from fear of further pain!

i want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own, without moving to hide it or fade it or fix it.i want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own, if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful, be realistic, or to remember the limitations of being human.it doesn’t interest me if the story you’re telling me is true.i want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself;if you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul.i want to know if you can be faithful and therefore be trustworthy.i want to know if you can see beauty even when it is not pretty every day, and if you can source your life from god’s presence.i want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine, and still stand on the edge of a lake and shout to the silver of the full moon, “yes!”

it doesn’t interest me to know where you live or how much money you have.i want to know if you can get up after a night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone, and do what needs to be done for the children.it doesn’t interest me who you are, how you came to be here.i want to know if you will stand in the center of the fire with me and not shrink back.it doesn’t interest me where or what or with whom you have studied.i want to know what sustains you from the inside when all else falls away.i want to know if you can be alone with yourself, and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments

steve, a twelve-year-old boy with alcoholic parents, was about to be lost forever, by the u.s.education system.remarkably, he could read, yet, in spite of his reading skills, steve was failing.he had been failing since first grade, as he was passed on from grade to grade.steve was a big boy, looking more like a teenager than a twelve year old, yet, steve went unnoticed...until miss white.miss white was a smiling, young, beautiful redhead, and steve was in love!for the first time in his young life, he couldn’t take his eyes off his teacher;yet, still he failed.he never did his homework, and he was always in trouble with miss white.his heart would break under her sharp words, and when he was punished for failing to turn in his homework, he felt just miserable!still, he did not study.in the middle of the first semester of school, the entire seventh grade was tested for basic skills.steve hurried through his tests, and continued to dream of other things, as the day wore on.his heart was not in school, but in the woods, where he often escaped alone, trying to shut out the sights, sounds and smells of his alcoholic home.no one checked on him to see if he was safe.no one knew he was gone, because no one was sober enough to care.oddly, steve never missed a day of school.one day, miss white’s impatient voice broke into his daydreams.“steve！” startled, he turned to look at her.“pay attention!”

steve locked his gaze on miss white with adolescent adoration, as she began to go over the test results for the seventh grade.“you all did pretty well,” she told the class, “except for one boy, and it breaks my heart to tell you this, but...” she hesitated, pinning steve to his seat with a sharp stare, her eyes searching his face.“...the smartest boy in the seventh grade is failing my class!”

she just stared at steve, as the class spun around for a good look.steve dropped his eyes and carefully examined his fingertips.after that, it was war！steve still wouldn’t do his homework.even as the punishments became more severe, he remained stubborn.“just try it!one week!” he was unmoved.“you’re smart enough!you’ll see a change!” nothing fazed him.“give yourself a chance!don’t give up on your life!” nothing.“steve!please!i care about you!”

wow!suddenly, steve got it！someone cared about him? someone, totally unattainable and perfect, cared about him??！

steve went home from school, thoughtful, that afternoon.walking into the house, he took one look around.both parents were passed out, in various stages of undress, and the stench was overpowering!he, quickly, gathered up his camping gear, a jar of peanut butter, a loaf of bread, a bottle of water, and this time...his schoolbooks.grim faced and determined, he headed for the woods.the following monday he arrived at school on time, and he waited for miss white to enter the classroom.she walked in, all sparkle and smiles!god, she was beautiful!he yearned for her smile to turn on him.it did not.miss white, immediately, gave a quiz on the weekend homework.steve hurried through the test, and was the first to hand in his paper.with a look of surprise, miss white took his paper.obviously puzzled, she began to look it over.steve walked back to his desk, his heart pounding within his chest.as he sat down, he couldn’t resist another look at the lovely woman.miss white’s face was in total shock!she glanced up at steve, then down, then up.suddenly, her face broke into a radiant smile.the smartest boy in the seventh grade had just passed his first test!

from that moment nothing was the same for steve.life at home remained the same, but life still changed.he discovered that not only could he learn, but he was good at it!he discovered that he could understand and retain knowledge, and that he could translate the things he learned into his own life.steve began to excel!and he continued this course throughout his school life.after high-school steve enlisted in the navy, and he had a successful military career.during that time, he met the love of his life, he raised a family, and he graduated from college magna cum laude.during his naval career, he inspired many young people, who without him, might not have believed in themselves.steve began a second career after the navy, and he continues to inspire others, as an adjunct professor in a nearby college

Joy in living comes from having fine emotions, trusting them, giving them the freedom of a bird in the open.Joy in living can never be assumed as a pose, or put on from the outside as a mask.People who have this joy don not need to talk about it;they radiate it.They just live out their joy and let it splash its sunlight and glow into other lives as naturally as bird sings.We can never get it by working for it directly.It comes, like happiness, to those who are aiming at something higher.It is a byproduct of great, simple living.The joy of living comes from what we put into living, not from what we seek to get from it.

Three passions, simple but overwhelmingly strong, have governed my life: the longing for love, the search for knowledge, and unbearable pity for the suffering of mankind.These passions, like great winds, have blown me hither and thither, in a waywa

rd course over a deep ocean of anguish, reaching to the very verge of despair.I have sought love, first, because it brings ecstasy-ecstasy so great that I would often have sacrificed all the rest of my life for a few hours for this joy.I have sought it, next, because it relieves loneliness-that terrible loneliness in which one shivering consciousness looks over the rim of the world into the cold unfathomable lifeless abyss.I have sought it, finally, because in the union of love I have seen, in a mystic miniature, the prefiguring vision of the heaven that saints and poets have imagined.This is what I sought, and though it might seem too good for human life, this is what-at last-I have found.With equal passion I have sought knowledge.I have wished to understand the hearts of men.I have wished to know why the stars shine...A little of this, but not much, I have achieved.Love and knowledge, so far as they were possible, led upward toward the heavens.But always pity brought me back to earth.Echoes of cries of pain reverberate in my heart.Children in famine, victims tortured by oppressors, helpless old people a hated burden to their sons, and the whole world of loneliness, poverty, and pain make a mockery of what human life should be.I long to alleviate the evil, but I cannot, and I too suffer.This has been my life.I have found it worth living, and would gladly live it again if the chance were offered me.

one windy spring day, i observed young people having fun using the wind to fly their kites.multicolored creations of varying shapes and sizes filled the skies like beautiful birds darting and dancing.as the strong winds gusted against the kites, a string kept them in check.instead of blowing away with the wind, they arose against it to achieve great heights.they shook and pulled, but the restraining string and the cumbersome tail kept them in tow, facing upward and against the wind.as the kites struggled and trembled against the string, they seemed to say, “l(fā)et me go!let me go!i want to be free!” they soared beautifully even as they fought the restriction of the string.finally, one of the kites succeeded in breaking loose.“free at last,” it seemed to say.“free to fly with the wind.”

yet freedom from restraint simply put it at the mercy of an unsympathetic breeze.it fluttered ungracefully to the ground and landed in a tangled mass of weeds and string against a dead bush.“free at last” free to lie powerless in the dirt, to be blown helplessly along the ground, and to lodge lifeless against the first obstruction.how much like kites we sometimes are.the heaven gives us adversity and restrictions, rules to follow from which we can grow and gain strength.restraint is a necessary counterpart to the winds of opposition.some of us tug at the rules so hard that we never soar to reach the heights we might have obtained.we keep part of the commandment and never rise high enough to get our tails off the ground.let us each rise to the great heights, recognizing that some of the restraints that we may chafe under are actually the steadying force that helps us ascend and achieve.

To Monsieur Charles Nodier, member of the French Academy, etc.Here, my dear Nodier, is a book filled with deeds that are screened from the action of the laws by the closed doors of domestic life;but as to which the finger of God, often called chance, supplies the place of human justice, and in which the moral is none the less striking and instructive because it is pointed by a scoffer.To my mind, such deeds contain great lessons for the Family and for Maternity.We shall some day realize, perhaps too late, the effects produced by the diminution of paternal authority.That authority, which formerly ceased only at the death of the father, was the sole human tribunal before which domestic crimes could be arraigned;kings themselves, on special occasions, took part in executing its judgments.However good and tender a mother may be, she cannot fulfil the function of the patriarchal royalty any more than a woman can take the place of a king upon the throne.Perhaps I have never drawn a picture that shows more plainly how essential to European society is the indissoluble marriage bond, how fatal the results of feminine weakness, how great the dangers arising from selfish interests when indulged without restraint.May a society which is based solely on the power of wealth shudder as it sees the impotence of the law in dealing with the workings of a system which deifies success, and pardons every means of attaining it.May it return to the Catholic religion, for the purification of its masses through the inspiration of religious feeling, and by means of an education other than that of a lay university.In the “Scenes from Military Life” so many fine natures, so many high and noble self-devotions will be set forth, that I may here be allowed to point out the depraving effect of the necessities of war upon certain minds who venture to act in domestic life as if upon the field of battle.You have cast a sagacious glance over the events of our own time;its philosophy shines, in more than one bitter reflection, through your elegant pages;you have appreciated, more clearly than other men, the havoc wrought in the mind of our country by the existence of four distinct political systems.I cannot, therefore, place this history under the protection of a more competent authority.Your name may, perhaps, defend my work against the criticisms that are certain to follow it,--for where is the patient who keeps silence when the surgeon lifts the dressing from his wound? To the pleasure of dedicating this Scene to you, is joined the pride I feel in thus making known your friendship for one who here subscribes himself Your sincere admirer, De Balzac Paris, November, 1842.

Youth is not a time of life;it is a state of mind.It is not a matter of rosy cheeks, red lips and supple knees.It is a matter of the will, a quality of the imagination, vigor of the emotions;it is the freshness of the deep spring of life.Youth means a temperamental predominance of courage over timidity, of the appetite for adventure over the love of ease.This often exits in a man of 60, more than a boy of 20.nobody grows merely by the number of years;we grow old by deserting our ideas.Years may wrinkle the skin, but to give up enthusiasm wrinkles the soul.Worry, fear, self-distrust1 bows the heart and turns the spirit back to dust.Whether 60 or 16, there is in every human being’s heart the lure of wonders, the unfailing childlike appetite of what’s next and the joy of the game of living.In the center of your heart and my heart there is a wireless station;so long as it receives messages of beauty, hope, cheer, courage and power from men and from infinite, so long as you are young.When the aerials are down, and your spirit is covered with the snows of cynicism and the ice of pessimism, then you’ve grown old, even at 20, but as long as your aerials are up, to catch waves of optimism, there’s hope you may die young at 80.

There is so much I have not been, so much I have not seen.I have notthought and have not done or felt enough—the early sun, rain and theseasonal delight of flocks of ducks and geese in flight, the

mysteries oflate-at-night.I still need time to read a book, write poems, paint a picture,look at scenes and faces dearto me.There is something more to be ofvalue—something I should find within myself—

as peace of mind,patience, grace and being kind.I shall take and I shall give, while yet,there is so much to live for—rainbows, stars that gleam, the fields, thehills, the hope, the dreams, the truth that one

must seek.I’ll stay here—treasure every day and love the world in my own way!

We should not hesitate too much during the first half of our lives, while we should not regret at what we’ve done during the other half.We should seize every opportunity to find a way out in our lives, for it goes off swiftly.We should say something urgent slowly, something serious clearly, something small humorously and something unsure cautiously.We should never say something that did not happen, something that you cannot do, something that does harm to others, and something that is disgusting.We should tell others our happiness in specific occasions and should not tell anyone our unhappiness.Do not easily say something about others.We should follow our own heart and interest, and fulfill what we should do instead of merely paying lip service and looking forward to the future.Everyone is craving for a happy life, but owning wealth does not necessarily mean owning happiness.To truly reach happiness, we need to know how to get on with others.So we need to understand the core of happiness and achieve what we desire.Without happiness, one will feel terribly miserable, for he always insists that he has done the right thing all the time and that others often do wrong to him.He attributes every mistake to others or the environment instead of reflecting on himself, which renders him farther and farther away from happiness.A celebrity once said, “Nobody intends to make mistake.One makes mistake because of his igorance.” Therefore, if someone makes mistake, we need to care about him, forgive him and enlighten him by setting a good example for him instead of losing temper, hatred to him.Othewise, we are also ingorant like him, for we also make a stupid mistake that leads us farther from happiness.We need to know and understand happiness before we finally get it.A smart man must know to do something good even though it may be small, and not to do something wicked even though it may be tiny in the course of socializing.As long as we keep a kind heart and do everything morally and legally, we can live a placid life.But if we keep an evil heart and do whatever we want, we are indeed digging a tomb for ourselves.A smart man knows to learn a lesson from his falls for he knows that every setback is a precious experience leading to happiness in the future.He will not waste his time in critizing others.Instead, he tends to spend more time seeking his own happiness.He knows to keep a heart of conscience and not to spread others’ mistakes.He also knows to think before he leaps so that he will not feel regretful afterwards.Moreover, he knows to tolerate others, so he can naturally lead a happy life.In order to possess a happy life, we need to know more about others, about the society, about our culture and history.We should be patriotic, abide by the law and realize our own responsibility, then we are doomed to have a happy life.

Like the time of water, like water flow quietly, take away the beautiful youth of my life.I think I will slowly get out of here, with your breath, toward the place where I want in high school I had wrote a such word: once, how many person come to see future waiting for us to le sleeve today.I believe that whether you are the protagonist or the supporting role in the path of life, you should play the life that belongs to you.No matter how successful you are or what makes you feel worthless;No matter what you've got or lost, keep smiling.As han that: “in life, a lot of success with the gain and loss, not all of us could have predicted, a lot of things is not we can afford, but as long as we work hard to do, ask a pay after the calm, actually get is also a kind of happiness”.In fact, I like this sentence: the people who understand know to give up, the true people know the sacrifice, the happy people understand detachment.For those who do not love themselves, the most need is understanding, giving up and blessing.Too much self-love is a plea for alms.To love and be loved is to be happy.There is always something in life that does not belong to us, and when he is leaving, please let go of it and not make it painful.I had a crush on a girl who was always “cold” about everything about her, and whatever she asked me to do, I would do everything I could to satisfy her.But that's how we ended up not getting together because of real work and geography.Love is like a fancy ball, and the one who teaches you the first step will not be able to walk with you to the end.(except, of course, for the special one).Time flies, life has geometry.People come and go, the scenery remains;Time and tide wait for no man.The flowers bloom, and then they will be thanked.Like the rain and the earth hug, reluctantly.Spring is past, it is summer.I do not know from when to like the night, before the computer, I recall the traces of the past, the mood is always so not calm.As zhang ai-ling said, "there are precious things found everywhere in the quiet and fleeting time, which makes people happy one morning, one life, one life.It was like me at the moment, remembering the people who had passed through the years.In life, some memories are destined to flash back and forth, even if forgotten, only temporarily.The only thing I could do was to gently tap the keyboard and write down something that would make her an indelible part of my memory.In those days, people gathered in the sky and the moon was high;Look at the present, the goods are not human, the month still.

第二篇：三分鐘抒情朗誦稿

抒情的文章需要抒情的朗誦，我們大家一起看看下面的三分鐘抒情朗誦稿，歡迎各位借鑒哦！

三分鐘抒情朗誦稿

1南方的季節(jié)，冬雨淅淅瀝瀝，雖有春雨纖細(xì)，但沒有春雨的綿柔，帶有些許的冰涼。

冬季的早晨，顯得格外的安靜。漫游在鏡湖的小道，能聽見自己清脆的腳步聲，好像是獨(dú)奏的交響曲，越是這樣想，腳下莫名的按某種旋律演奏起來。玩盡興了，在湖邊找了個(gè)椅子坐下。椅子設(shè)計(jì)的都是雙人椅，對(duì)此，作為單身感到非常的憤懣，這是明顯的歧視。

“嘰嘰嘰——”一陣輕快的鳴叫傳來。聲音來自對(duì)面的湖心島，透過蔥郁幽暗的叢林，蕩滌在整個(gè)湖面上。些許的微風(fēng)拂過水面，在暗淡的晨光下綻開縷縷波紋，好像被“鬧鐘”叫醒，露出朦朧的容顏。

島后的天色漸漸亮開，湖邊的橋上開始有了行人。一會(huì)兒是形單影只，匆匆走過，一會(huì)兒三三兩兩，結(jié)伴而行，偶爾傳來嘻嘻打鬧聲。

橋身倒映在湖面，連接著湖心島，不知是誰為這秀美的發(fā)鬟插上的銀色簪子。可能是剛起床，正在梳妝打扮。湖邊一縷縷的柳枝在來回飄散，在微風(fēng)中帶著淡淡的芳香，撲面而來。“噗嗤——”水面突然一陣響聲。迎聲望去，一只水鳥剛從水面鉆出來，朝著湖心島揚(yáng)長而去，在水面劃出一到優(yōu)美的弧線，猶如一道眉黛。不知是我驚嚇了它，還是它饒了她的夢。我作為不速之客，還是我的緣故吧。

天色越來越亮，也該走了，心存感激和歉意，不帶走一縷清風(fēng)。早安！

三分鐘抒情朗誦稿

2一直想著寫點(diǎn)東西，以疏解一下近來的心情，可發(fā)現(xiàn)自己愈發(fā)慵懶，連情緒都懶得釋放了，任由其聽之任之，我想我的這種放肆是不是有些無藥可除了？

曾經(jīng)以翩翩君子標(biāo)定了自己的方向，現(xiàn)在想來委實(shí)有些可笑，是的，這幾年不都這樣過來了嗎？笑話過往的自己愚不可及，對(duì)訂立的那些目標(biāo)和自己的拖延頗為不齒，繼而慨嘆稽廢時(shí)月，可最后奇怪的發(fā)現(xiàn)，卻又在這些無知中慢慢成長過來。

忘了是否有意為之，去歲曾一度迷戀佛門中“一花一世界，一木一菩提”的意境，打那以后，我漸漸平靜下來，以致后來學(xué)會(huì)品味午間的陽光，但也未曾覺得自己拋棄過太多的欲望與夢想，我想這是因?yàn)槲姨贻p、涉世未深的緣故吧。

不過也不著急老去，其實(shí)，慢有慢的道理，平素大家都常說快速思考，但是既然是思考，快速又能思考得出什么東西？曾經(jīng)很急躁，快速思考、快速解決、快言快語等等，直至后來發(fā)現(xiàn)實(shí)質(zhì)為快意當(dāng)前而已，結(jié)果都是那么的不盡人意！也許功成名就都比較青睞于良好的過程吧。

我經(jīng)常試著以一個(gè)90后的視角剖析煩雜的人世，發(fā)現(xiàn)滿目世事浮沉與糾纏，我害怕失去前進(jìn)的動(dòng)力，害怕因此老去，一度拖著疲軟的腳步，逶迤向前。我未至而立，一頂花發(fā)，“少年白”困擾多時(shí)，倍感壓力于外觀審美與旁人的輿論，不過，整體也平添幾分“老氣”的味道，也不知這是否是“看破紅塵”的代價(jià)。

母親總會(huì)在催促我找對(duì)象結(jié)婚之際，給我介紹一些從別人那聽來的去除白發(fā)的“旁門左道”，她表面雖然很平靜，但是我看得出來她是著急了。

我說我有對(duì)象的，母親總是不信。其實(shí)她是對(duì)的，至少在這一兩年內(nèi)。我對(duì)感情的固執(zhí)己見也許源于對(duì)前任的她給我承諾的哪一杯“續(xù)杯一輩子”的可樂吧，甜蜜但有距離，也常常問自己異地的感情難道真的都經(jīng)不起等待的考驗(yàn)嗎？但后來我又發(fā)現(xiàn)空間上的距離真的會(huì)淡化掉感情的，這是一種說不清道不明的規(guī)律。

所以我只能伴著疲憊的懶惰一路蹣跚走來，并對(duì)那種距離感充滿畏懼。我覺得上天好像是故意的一樣，總是在不經(jīng)意間以各種各樣的方式嘲笑大眾，上個(gè)月剛對(duì)活潑可愛懂事的她產(chǎn)生情愫，而下個(gè)月我又會(huì)因工作調(diào)動(dòng)的原因離她遠(yuǎn)去，實(shí)際上真的好想跟她好好談一場，但是理智告訴我不能再對(duì)此有過多的觸碰，內(nèi)心好像有種無名的剜痛，無奈繁花殘落，愁緒盛開。關(guān)于感情，還是要慢慢來。

得空，靜靜一個(gè)人吃飯，一個(gè)人看書，一個(gè)人思考，慢，那又有什么了不起？

第三篇：抒情美文朗誦稿

打小學(xué)起語文課本里每課后面都有一題：請有感情地朗誦全文。長大以后，無論文學(xué)、影視作品，都能看到這種抒情的朗誦。以下是小編整理的抒情美文朗誦稿，你知道怎么進(jìn)行朗讀嗎？

抒情美文朗誦稿

1甲：（中速）走出門，就與含著露水和梔子花氣息的好風(fēng)撞個(gè)滿懷。

乙：（喜悅地）早晨，好清爽！

甲：（喜悅地）心里的感覺好清爽！

乙：不騎車，不邀游伴。

甲：也不帶什么禮物。

甲乙：（抒情地，輕快地）就帶著滿懷的好心情，哼幾段小曲，踏一條幽徑，獨(dú)自去訪問我的朋友。

甲：那座古橋，是我要拜訪的第一個(gè)老朋友。

甲乙：（崇敬地）德高望重的老橋，你在這澗水上站了幾百年了？

乙：（關(guān)切地）你累嗎？

甲：（贊美地）你把多少人馬渡過彼岸，你把滾滾流水送向遠(yuǎn)方。

乙：（深情地，稍慢）你躬著腰，俯身吻著水中的人影魚影月影。

甲：（深情地，稍慢）波光明滅，泡沫聚散，歲月是一去不返的逝川。

甲乙：（贊美，漸高漸重）惟有你堅(jiān)持著，你那從不改變的姿態(tài)，讓我看到了一種古老而堅(jiān)韌的靈魂。

乙：走進(jìn)這片樹林，每一株樹都是我的知己，向我打著青翠的手勢。

甲：（喜悅地，輕快地）有許多鳥喚我的名字。

甲乙：（喜悅地，輕快地）有許多露珠與我交換眼神。

乙：（緩慢地）我靠在一棵樹上，靜靜地，以樹的眼睛看周圍的樹，我發(fā)現(xiàn)每一株樹都在看我。

甲：我閉上眼睛，（興奮地）我真的變成了一株樹，腳長出根須，深深扎進(jìn)泥土和巖層，呼吸地層深處的元?dú)狻?/p>

甲乙：（激動(dòng)地）我的頭發(fā)長成樹冠，我的手變成樹枝，我的思想變成樹汁，在年輪里旋轉(zhuǎn)、流淌，最后長出樹籽，被鳥兒銜向遠(yuǎn)山遠(yuǎn)水。

乙：（輕快地，熱情地）你好，山泉姐姐！

甲：你捧一面明鏡照我，是要照出我的渾濁嗎？

甲：（輕快地，熱情地）你好，溪流妹妹！

甲乙：你吟著一首小詩，是邀我與你唱和嗎？

乙：（親切地）你好，白云大嫂！

甲：（贊美地）月亮的好女兒，天空的好護(hù)士，你潔白的身影，讓憔悴的天空返老還童，露出湛藍(lán)的笑容。

甲：（高興地）你好，瀑布大哥！

甲乙：（贊美地）雄渾的男高音，純粹的歌唱家，不拉贊助，不收門票，天生的金嗓子，從古唱到今。

甲乙：（熱烈地，歡喜地）你好呀，懸崖爺爺！

甲：高高的額頭，刻著玄奧的智慧。

甲乙：深深的峽谷漾著清澈的禪心。

乙：抬頭望你，我就想起了歷代的隱士和高僧。

甲：你也是一位無言的禪者，云霧攜來一卷卷天書，可是出自你的手筆？

乙：（愛撫地，親熱地）喂，云雀弟弟，嘰嘰喳喳說些什么？

甲：我知道你們是些純潔少年，從來不說是非，你們津津樂道的，都是飛行中看到的好風(fēng)景！

甲：（緩慢地）捧起一塊石頭，輕輕敲擊，我聽見遠(yuǎn)古火山爆發(fā)的聲浪，我聽見時(shí)間的隆隆回聲。

乙：（緩慢地）拾一片落葉，細(xì)數(shù)精致的紋理，那都是命運(yùn)神秘的手相，在它走向泥土的途中，我加入了這短暫而別有深意的儀式。

甲：（激動(dòng)地）采一朵小花，插上我的頭發(fā)。

甲乙：（害羞地，帶些自嘲）此刻就我一人，花不會(huì)笑我，鳥不會(huì)羞我，在無人的山谷，我頭戴鮮花，眼含柔情，悄悄地做了一會(huì)兒女性。

乙：（受驚地）忽然下起雷陣雨。

甲乙：（稍重，漸重）像有一千個(gè)俠客在天上吼叫。

甲：（緊跟著）又像有一千個(gè)喝醉了酒的詩人在云頭朗誦。

甲乙：（漸慢，稍輕）又感動(dòng)人又有些嚇人。

甲：趕快跑到一棵老柏樹下，慈祥的老柏樹立即撐起了大傘。

乙：滿世界都是雨，惟我站立的地方?jīng)]有雨，卻成了看雨的好地方，誰能說這不是天地給我的恩澤？

甲：俯身凝神，才發(fā)現(xiàn)許多螞蟻也在樹下避雨，用手捧起幾只螞蟻，好不動(dòng)情，（低聲細(xì)語，似親切交談）螞蟻，我的小弟弟，茫茫天地間，我們有緣分，也做了一回患難兄弟。

乙：（慢而輕，字字清晰）雨停了。

甲：（慢速）幽谷里傳出幾聲犬吠。

甲乙：（慢速）云嶺上掠過一群歸鳥。

甲：（戀戀不舍地）我也該回家了。

甲乙：（喜悅地，深情地）于是，我輕輕地?fù)]手，告別了山里的眾朋友，帶回了滿懷的好心情，好記憶，順便還帶回一路月色……

甲乙：（滿足地，高聲地）于是，我輕輕地?fù)]手，告別了山里的眾朋友，帶回了滿懷的好心情，好記憶，順便還帶回一路月色……

抒情美文朗誦稿2

甲：你打開窗了嗎？黃昏已向我走來，天邊漂浮著的是你沒有帶走的記憶。火紅火紅的記憶一直燃燒著我。

乙：我的窗，一直開著，為你。我知道你如月的目光從沒有離開過這扇窗。這是一個(gè)無雨的黃昏，我知道你和我一樣，已經(jīng)出發(fā)了。

甲：我將穿過叢林，跋涉那座擋住我視線的遠(yuǎn)山。夜色已朦朧，而我們總是在黃昏時(shí)刻出發(fā)，用一生的時(shí)間去穿越黑暗。

乙：看著我，不要膽怯！記住，我們從沒有放棄過的誓言。我的船已起航，在風(fēng)中航行，我將在海的那岸迎接你。

甲：我抬著頭，夜已黑了，但我能感覺你給我的溫暖和力量，這使我在寒夜里抵抗著冷風(fēng)的襲擊。

乙：不要讓你透明的憂傷模糊了你的眼睛，我要看到你瞳孔里清晰的我。哦，你似乎在尋找著什么？

甲：是的，我在黑暗里撫摩著一樣?xùn)|西，是我童年時(shí)藏下的一個(gè)美麗而不易破碎的希望。

乙：你在撫摩一個(gè)希望？

甲：是的。你看，在我的手掌里有一顆彩色的玻璃珠，月亮都會(huì)嫉妒她，她有著明亮的美麗。

乙：記得你曾說過，童年的馬背上有你奔跑著的夢想，純白的雪山上樹立著你執(zhí)著的信念，你從沒有停止過你熱烈的追求，即使在大雪冰封了所有的道路，你仍固執(zhí)地要出發(fā)。

甲：我記得你說過，你要像一只快樂的老鼠，分享我童年的秘密。可你始終沒有看到過我珍藏著的秘密。

乙：你一直存封著你青春的憂郁，直到現(xiàn)在，你的憂傷像四月清晨的霧時(shí)常潮濕你的額，我想讓你明亮的額頭泛出你青春美麗的快樂。你能感受到我這深沉的祝福嗎？

甲：是的。我知道的，我閉上了眼睛感受潮水的洶涌。

乙：我時(shí)常翻開你留下的那本畫冊，線條并不明晰，但有鮮艷的色彩，滿紙都是你五指的彩印，像欲飛的蝴蝶。我在黃昏時(shí)站在窗前翻開，幻想這些蝴蝶穿過暮色帶去我沉沉的思念。

甲：那是我童年留下的最珍貴的記憶。可你在離別時(shí)，只留下一個(gè)我走不出的黃昏，我在這樣一個(gè)又一個(gè)的黃昏里徘徊。

乙：黑夜是我們的整個(gè)旅程，一夜又一夜，黎明之后的黃昏，黃昏之后的黎明，我一次又一次的起航，駛向你的岸邊；一次又一次地等待你從山的那邊走來。注定我們將跋涉一生，去完成我們最初的夢想。你累了嗎？

甲：是的，疲倦早已在和我搏斗，我累了，但我知道你從沒有猶豫和放慢過你的腳步，為了我們最終的相會(huì)。我無法放棄，惟有堅(jiān)持，我不能在你的目光里倒下。你看，蝴蝶已穿過了黑夜來到我的窗前，黎明就要到來。我要停下手中的筆，在黎明到來的這刻，凝望你！

乙：在黎明的晨風(fēng)里，我聞到你秀發(fā)中的清香，如你青春的芬芳，我無法擁有你逝去的青春，但在每一個(gè)清晨我能感覺風(fēng)中的纏綿。你能感覺到嗎？我在注視你，你在我整個(gè)視網(wǎng)膜里。

甲：我們又要道別了，再見的時(shí)刻到了。

乙：是的，再見，下一個(gè)黃昏再見。

男甲：再見，黃昏再見。

第四篇：抒情朗誦稿五分鐘

導(dǎo)語：今天，是喜悅讓我們相聚在一起；今天，是共同的暢想讓我們手拉手來到這里。以下是小編為大家整理的抒情朗誦稿五分鐘，歡迎大家閱讀與借鑒！

抒情朗誦稿五分鐘（1）

女生：你打開窗了嗎？黃昏已向我走來，天邊漂浮著的是你沒有帶走的記憶。火紅火紅的記憶一直燃燒著我。

男生：我的窗，一直開著，為你。我知道你如月的目光從沒有離開過這扇窗。這是一個(gè)無雨的黃昏，我知道你和我一樣，已經(jīng)出發(fā)了。

女生：我將穿過叢林，跋涉那座擋住我視線的遠(yuǎn)山。夜色已朦朧，而我們總是在黃昏時(shí)刻出發(fā)，用一生的時(shí)間去穿越黑暗。

男生：看著我，不要膽怯！記住，我們從沒有放棄過的誓言。我的船已起航，在風(fēng)中航行，我將在海的那岸迎接你。

女生：我抬著頭，夜已黑了，但我能感覺你給我的溫暖和力量，這使我在寒夜里抵抗著冷風(fēng)的襲擊。

男生：不要讓你透明的憂傷模糊了你的眼睛，我要看到你瞳孔里清晰的我。哦，你似乎在尋找著什么？

女生：是的，我在黑暗里撫摩著一樣?xùn)|西，是我童年時(shí)藏下的一個(gè)美麗而不易破碎的希望。

男生：你在撫摩一個(gè)希望？

女生：是的。你看，在我的手掌里有一顆彩色的玻璃珠，月亮都會(huì)嫉妒她，她有著明亮的美麗。

男生：記得你曾說過，童年的馬背上有你奔跑著的夢想，純白的雪山上樹立著你執(zhí)著的信念，你從沒有停止過你熱烈的追求，即使在大雪冰封了所有的道路，你仍固執(zhí)地要出發(fā)。

女生：我記得你說過，你要像一只快樂的老鼠，分享我童年的秘密。可你始終沒有看到過我珍藏著的秘密。

男生：你一直存封著你青春的憂郁，直到現(xiàn)在，你的憂傷像四月清晨的霧時(shí)常潮濕你的額，我想讓你明亮的額頭泛出你青春美麗的快樂。你能感受到我這深沉的祝福嗎？

女生：是的。我知道的，我閉上了眼睛感受潮水的洶涌。

男生：我時(shí)常翻開你留下的那本畫冊，線條并不明晰，但有鮮艷的色彩，滿紙都是你五指的彩印，像欲飛的蝴蝶。我在黃昏時(shí)站在窗前翻開，幻想這些蝴蝶穿過暮色帶去我沉沉的思念。

女生：那是我童年留下的最珍貴的記憶。可你在離別時(shí)，只留下一個(gè)我走不出的黃昏，我在這樣一個(gè)又一個(gè)的黃昏里徘徊。

男生：黑夜是我們的整個(gè)旅程，一夜又一夜，黎明之后的黃昏，黃昏之后的黎明，我一次又一次的起航，駛向你的岸邊；一次又一次地等待你從山的那邊走來。注定我們將跋涉一生，去完成我們最初的夢想。你累了嗎？

女生：是的，疲倦早已在和我搏斗，我累了，但我知道你從沒有猶豫和放慢過你的腳步，為了我們最終的相會(huì)。我無法放棄，惟有堅(jiān)持，我不能在你的目光里倒下。你看，蝴蝶已穿過了黑夜來到我的窗前，黎明就要到來。我要停下手中的筆，在黎明到來的這刻，凝望你！

男生：在黎明的晨風(fēng)里，我聞到你秀發(fā)中的清香，如你青春的芬芳，我無法擁有你逝去的青春，但在每一個(gè)清晨我能感覺風(fēng)中的纏綿。你能感覺到嗎？我在注視你，你在我整個(gè)視網(wǎng)膜里。

女生：我們又要道別了，再見的時(shí)刻到了。

男生：是的，再見，下一個(gè)黃昏再見。

男生女生：再見，黃昏再見。

抒情朗誦稿五分鐘（2）

男生領(lǐng)：（中速）走出門，就與含著露水和梔子花氣息的好風(fēng)撞個(gè)滿懷。

女生領(lǐng)：（喜悅地）早晨，好清爽！

男生領(lǐng)：（喜悅地）心里的感覺好清爽！

女生領(lǐng)：不騎車，不邀游伴。

男生領(lǐng)：也不帶什么禮物。

男生女生領(lǐng)：（抒情地，輕快地）就帶著滿懷的好心情，哼幾段小曲，踏一條幽徑，獨(dú)自去訪問我的朋友。

男生領(lǐng)：那座古橋，是我要拜訪的第一個(gè)老朋友。

男生合：（崇敬地）德高望重的老橋，你在這澗水上站了幾百年了？

女生領(lǐng)：（關(guān)切地）你累嗎？

女生合：（贊美地）你把多少人馬渡過彼岸，你把滾滾流水送向遠(yuǎn)方。

女生領(lǐng)：（深情地，稍慢）你躬著腰，俯身吻著水中的人影魚影月影。

男生領(lǐng)：（深情地，稍慢）波光明滅，泡沫聚散，歲月是一去不返的逝川。

眾合：（贊美，漸高漸重）惟有你堅(jiān)持著，你那從不改變的姿態(tài)，讓我看到了一種古老而堅(jiān)韌的靈魂。

女生領(lǐng)：走進(jìn)這片樹林，每一株樹都是我的知己，向我打著青翠的手勢。

女生合：（喜悅地，輕快地）有許多鳥喚我的名字。

男生合：（喜悅地，輕快地）有許多露珠與我交換眼神。

女生領(lǐng)：（緩慢地）我靠在一棵樹上，靜靜地，以樹的眼睛看周圍的樹，我發(fā)現(xiàn)每一株樹都在看我。

男生領(lǐng)：我閉上眼睛，（興奮地）我真的變成了一株樹，腳長出根須，深深扎進(jìn)泥土和巖層，呼吸地層深處的元?dú)狻?/p>

眾合：（激動(dòng)地）我的頭發(fā)長成樹冠，我的手變成樹枝，我的思想變成樹汁，在年輪里旋轉(zhuǎn)、流淌，最后長出樹籽，被鳥兒銜向遠(yuǎn)山遠(yuǎn)水。

女生領(lǐng)：（輕快地，熱情地）你好，山泉姐姐！

女生合：你捧一面明鏡照我，是要照出我的渾濁嗎？

男生領(lǐng)：（輕快地，熱情地）你好，溪流妹妹！

男生合：你吟著一首小詩，是邀我與你唱和嗎？

女生領(lǐng)：（親切地）你好，白云大嫂！

女生合：（贊美地）月亮的好女生兒，天空的好護(hù)士，你潔白的身影，讓憔悴的天空返老還童，露出湛藍(lán)的笑容。

男生領(lǐng)：（高興地）你好，瀑布大哥！

男生合：（贊美地）雄渾的男生高音，純粹的歌唱家，不拉贊助，不收門票，天生的金嗓子，從古唱到今。

男生女生領(lǐng)：（熱烈地，歡喜地）你好呀，懸崖爺爺！

女生合：高高的額頭，刻著玄奧的智慧。

男生合：深深的峽谷漾著清澈的禪心。

女生領(lǐng)：抬頭望你，我就想起了歷代的隱士和高僧。

男生領(lǐng)：你也是一位無言的禪者，云霧攜來一卷卷天書，可是出自你的手筆？

女生領(lǐng)：（愛撫地，親熱地）喂，云雀弟弟，嘰嘰喳喳說些什么？

女生合：我知道你們是些純潔少年，從來不說是非，你們津津樂道的，都是飛行中看到的好風(fēng)景！

男生領(lǐng)：（緩慢地）捧起一塊石頭，輕輕敲擊，我聽見遠(yuǎn)古火山爆發(fā)的聲浪，我聽見時(shí)間的隆隆回聲。

女生領(lǐng)：（緩慢地）拾一片落葉，細(xì)數(shù)精致的紋理，那都是命運(yùn)神秘的手相，在它走向泥土的途中，我加入了這短暫而別有深意的儀式。

男生領(lǐng)：（激動(dòng)地）采一朵小花，插上我的頭發(fā)。

男生合：（害羞地，帶些自嘲）此刻就我一人，花不會(huì)笑我，鳥不會(huì)羞我，在無人的山谷，我頭戴鮮花，眼含柔情，悄悄地做了一會(huì)兒女生性。

女生領(lǐng)：（受驚地）忽然下起雷陣雨。

男生合：（稍重，漸重）像有一千個(gè)俠客在天上吼叫。

女生合：（緊跟著）又像有一千個(gè)喝醉了酒的詩人在云頭朗誦。

眾合：（漸慢，稍輕）又感動(dòng)人又有些嚇人。

男生領(lǐng)：趕快跑到一棵老柏樹下，慈祥的老柏樹立即撐起了大傘。

女生領(lǐng)：滿世界都是雨，惟我站立的地方?jīng)]有雨，卻成了看雨的好地方，誰能說這不是天地給我的恩澤？

男生領(lǐng)：俯身凝神，才發(fā)現(xiàn)許多螞蟻也在樹下避雨，用手捧起幾只螞蟻，好不動(dòng)情，（低聲細(xì)語，似親切交談）螞蟻，我的小弟弟，茫茫天地間，我們有緣分，也做了一回患難兄弟。

女生領(lǐng)：（慢而輕，字字清晰）雨停了。

女生合：（慢速）幽谷里傳出幾聲犬吠。

男生合：（慢速）云嶺上掠過一群歸鳥。

男生領(lǐng)：（戀戀不舍地）我也該回家了。

男生合：（喜悅地，深情地）于是，我輕輕地?fù)]手，告別了山里的眾朋友，帶回了滿懷的好心情，好記憶，順便還帶回一路月色……

眾合：（滿足地，高聲地）于是，我輕輕地?fù)]手，告別了山里的眾朋友，帶回了滿懷的好心情，好記憶，順便還帶回一路月色……

第五篇：英文朗誦稿

Dream for Ourselves

Honorable judges，dear teachers.The topic of my speech today is “dream for Ourselves ”.In the first day of my oral English course，our teacher asked us to think about what we would be doing ten years from now.“Go to America and many an America girl，”a guy student said.He thought it might be one of the best ways to learn English well.What beautiful dreams we used to have！But now all everybody is busy doing a double major，stuffing their heads with straight As，intern ships，exchange programs。It is said that dreams should be relevant to reality.If dreams are simply“reality shows“，can they still be called dreams？A couple of weeks ago，I read the story of Ma Yan，who had to drop out of school because of poverty.She said she wanted to go to school so that her family could live a better life.Steven Jobs，CEO of Apple Couputer，once said，“Our time is limited.So don’t waste it living someone else’s life.”I think it’s especially true with us twenty somethings，who are sort of feeling disoriented in face of dream and reality.The other night，my roommate complained to me what little memory she would have for her college days.true！

Today’s dream might become tommorrow’s reality reality and day after tommorrow’s memory.But if we are not dreaming for ourselves，where can the memery come from？And plus，if we can’t even master our own dream，how can we master the future of our society？teacher，with the

advances in science and technology，we are faced with more of a dilemma than ever；the controversy over surrogate mothers；the right way to treat animal；the pros and cons of the online pop cultur.There might never be definite answers to these questions，but how we judge and envision them to be will decide the future of us all Luckily，I want to be a bridge of this kind，and with this dream in mind，I know that I’ll have not only a future ahead，but also a precious memory behind.This is the end of my speech.Thank you very much.Thank you!

尊敬的領(lǐng)導(dǎo)，親愛的老師們。

今天我演講的題目是“為自己的夢想”。在第一天我的英語口語課，老師讓我們想想我們會(huì)做什么從現(xiàn)在開始的十年。”去美國，成為一個(gè)美國女孩，”一個(gè)學(xué)生說。他認(rèn)為這可能是其中一個(gè)最好的方法來學(xué)習(xí)英語。我們曾經(jīng)有過些多么美麗的夢！但現(xiàn)在大家都在忙著主休兩個(gè)專業(yè)，把自己的頭腦充實(shí)得很優(yōu)秀，實(shí)習(xí)??，計(jì)劃??。這就是說，夢想應(yīng)該是很現(xiàn)實(shí)的。如果夢想很容易就被實(shí)現(xiàn)，那還能被稱為夢想嗎？幾個(gè)星期前，我閱讀的故事：馬艷，因?yàn)樨毨Ф坏貌惠z學(xué)。她說她想上學(xué)，所以她家人能過上更好的生活。史提芬喬布斯，蘋果電腦的首席執(zhí)行官，曾說，“我們的時(shí)間是有限的。所以不要浪費(fèi)時(shí)間活在別人的生活里。“我認(rèn)為對(duì)于那些深表迷亂的人面對(duì)夢想和現(xiàn)實(shí)來說，這再現(xiàn)實(shí)不過了。某天晚上，我的室友對(duì)我抱怨說她上大學(xué)的日子里的記憶太少了。真的！今天的夢想可能會(huì)變明天的現(xiàn)實(shí)和后天的記憶。但是如果我們不去為自己的夢想而努力，那么夢想的記憶有從哪里來呢？并且，如果我們甚至不能掌握自己的夢想，我們?nèi)绾文苷莆瘴磥淼纳鐣?huì)？老師，隨著科學(xué)技術(shù)的進(jìn)步，我們比以往任何時(shí)候都面臨著更多的難題；爭議的代孕母親；正確的方式來對(duì)待孩子；網(wǎng)上流行的文化。有可能不會(huì)明確回答這些問題，但是我們?nèi)绾闻袛嗪驮O(shè)想他們將決定我們的未來是否是幸運(yùn)的，因此，我也要成為一座橋梁，帶著這個(gè)夢想，我知道我不但會(huì)有一個(gè)未來，還會(huì)有珍貴的回憶。我的演講結(jié)束了。謝謝。