各类朗诵经典文章

第一篇：各类朗诵经典文章

各类朗诵经典文章

名作诵读篇 《致橡树》 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；鲁迅 《我的心》 作者：巴金 《人生真味》 作者：柯灵 《我是一个任性的孩子》作者：顾城

《雷锋之歌》贺敬之 《海燕之歌-(俄)》 高尔基 《春江花月夜》作者：张若虚 《将进酒》 作者：李白

《席慕蓉诗集》 《张晓风经典散文》 《余光中文集》 《洛夫诗选》 《林清玄散文集》 《刘墉文选》

长歌浩叹唱古今——《中国千古名篇音乐朗诵会》

关于对诵类文章 《长恨歌》 作者：白居易 《凤凰涅槃》作者：郭沫若 《思念的风铃》(双人合诵)作者：水莲

《会唱歌的鸢尾花》舒婷 《爱在天地间》作者：水莲 《牵手》作者碑林路人 《风景在海边》作者：爱梦 关于母亲类的朗诵文章 《母亲是一种岁月》作者：张建星 母亲节的泪—— 再叫“妈妈”谁开门

《母亲赞》 作者：张玲 《啊！母亲》作者：舒婷 《这一跪》作者：苗晓 《母亲》原著 肖复兴 《这一吻》 作者爱梦

《好想你，我的亲娘》 作者: 松云水石

《秋天的怀念》(史铁生)《妈妈的恩情》作者 蓝诺 《妈妈，我不敢回头》作者：茗香溢远

《母亲谣》作者 海狼 《祝福你妈妈》作者：海德 《大堰河－我的保姆》 作者：艾青

《母亲的心》作者：水木

活到安静平和，才是真正的繁花似锦 作者：马德

一个人能坏到什么程度，看他张狂的时候就清楚了；同样，一个人会好到什么程度，看他困厄的时候就知道了。得意的时候看他做什么，落魄的时候看他不做什么，在放纵和坚守那里，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，而是你背后的权势。有的人与你好得一塌糊涂，笼住他的不是情义，而是比情义更现实的金钱。

在失势和贫穷之后，你一下子从这些人身上感受到了人世冷暖。最热乎的人，一下子变成了最苍凉的面孔。原来，亲热与冷漠，熟悉跟陌生，亲近和疏离，中间只隔着：你有用和没用。

不要怨人情薄似纸。势利的人所给你的，原本就是虚假的真诚和虚妄的热闹。只是，你愿意活在这种虚空里。热闹散后，只好照单全收所有的凄清和悲凉。

这个世界上，最了解你优点的人可能是朋友，但最谙熟你缺点的人却是敌人。

你可能有无数个对手，但只会有一个置你于死地的敌人。

也就是说，这个人比你还了解你的软肋。最危险的敌人，坏就坏在这里，他未必外在强大，但一定心思诡秘。他盯着你，钻研你，单等你的七寸露出来，只轻轻一击，你就败了。

多少人，强势到可以呼风唤雨，却在人性的一个弱点中溃不成军。

这些人的通病是，容易看清楚别人，不容易看清楚自己。在别人的问题上可以斟酌到锱铢必较，而在自己的问题上却可以粗略到走马观花。一颗自私的心，自然会豢养出一双自私的眼睛，一种计较的活法，以及，一腔热衷于背后说人是非的态度。

一辈子看不上别人，换一种说法就是，从来没看清过自己。

活到通透，才会把自己看得真切。

通透，就是隔着前尘，把后世看到岑渺；就是隔着喧嚣，把自我沉到阒寂[qù jì]。就是按下妄念，心无所执，就是明白什么叫非分和僭越，而从此不越雷池一步。

通透，就是自己把自己打通了，就是自己把自己说透了。赏一番春花，看几弯瘦月，一切得失与荣辱，来则安静，去则泰然。春花繁盛终易逝，瘦月亏久满复来，知道该来的终会来，该走的必将走，留也留不住。

知深浅，方可无悲喜。物我两忘，才能冷暖自度。

通透的人，未必活得繁花似锦，但一定过得安静平和。人生活到最后会发现，其实，安静平和，才是真正的繁花似锦。

朋友，就是住在你的优点里，厮守着你气息的那些人。

他们也不是看不到你的缺点。只是那些缺点，像屋外的寒风，有一阵没一阵地来，也就不在意了。倘若有一天，朋友离开了，那一定是他们的心被寒风吹彻，在你身上再觅不到半点阳光和温度。

这个世界，谁也愿意活在温暖里，朋友也是。一个人，有永远的朋友，未必是充分张扬了优点，一定是懂得适度地把控了缺点。因为，一把刀子拿出来，即便不伤人，寒光闪过，就是一种凛冽。

留住人心的，未必是那个遥远的优点。有时候，能掩住缺点，就是最贴心最深沉的懂得。

与一个人相处得久了，也未必会知道对方的全部。

久了，只是把光阴交给了你，但不是心。

一个人，能把一颗心毫无保留深层次地交给对方，一定是灵魂走到了一起。灵魂里，两情缱绻，或者惺惺相惜，才会有心的完全交付。有的人，一辈子跟另一个人在一起，却是彼此的一个过客，一转身，就可以相忘于天涯。

心的距离，才是这个世界上最遥远的距离。

生命中的贵人，就是那个灵魂里相知的人。言其贵，不是因为帮过你，而是因为你与他，相期未必相遇，一生仅有一会。

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第二篇：重阳节朗诵文章精选

《母亲我又梦见了您》

母亲，昨夜我又梦见了您。在我的梦中，您很年轻，我很幼小。我梦见了您，也梦见了那年的春天，和春天里的那片金灿灿的油菜花农田……

阳春三月，在家乡肥沃的土地上，大片大片的油菜花开得灿烂而又温暖。您常听村里人说起美丽的油菜花，就想让我带您去那片油菜花田里看一看。

那天，您手拄着竹棍，我牵着您的手，带您向油菜花田里默默地走去。沐浴着一阵阵和煦的春风，我们还没有走到油菜花的田边，您就已经被那一缕缕扑面而来的清香所陶醉。一路上，您在大口大口地呼吸，嘴里还不住地说，油菜花真香，真的很香啊!

在油菜花的田边俯下身，当您把鼻子轻轻地凑近油菜花时，我看见您在深情地嗅着、久久地品味着、舒畅地陶醉着。您好像要把所有的花香都吸进肺腑里，把春天的美丽以另一种方式收藏在自己的想象中。用手轻柔地抚摸着一串串的油菜花，您问我是什么颜色的，我告诉您油菜花是金黄色的。我知道，在您的世界里，没有花朵，也没有阳光，您根本就不知道金黄色是一种什么颜色。永远的黑色厚厚地笼罩着您，您的世界比苍茫的夜色还要沉重和黑暗。

我牵着您的手，在油菜花的田边静静地走。美丽斑斓的蝴蝶，在我们的周围翩翩起舞。蜜蜂的嗡嗡声，在我们的耳边忽远忽近。我看见，您把我采撷给您的几朵油菜花放在自己的嘴里静静地品咂着。我知道，面对着金黄的油菜花，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，看到了阳光和花朵。

正午时分，我把一串油菜花插在您的鬓发上，牵着您的竹棍带您回家。蝴蝶和蜜蜂热情地追随着您，从您脸上流露的表情，我读懂了您被阳光般的油菜花照亮的心。看着插在您头上的油菜花，我感到，在我的眼里，您比所有的花朵都美丽。

现在，又到了三月，家乡的油菜花又开了。母亲，最近我常常梦见您。梦见您的时候，我就在心里一声声地呼唤着您。在这个季节里，您闻到的那缕油菜花的清香，就是我对您遥远的呼唤和思念。啊！母亲，您闻到油菜花的清香了吗？我的呼唤和思念，在一阵阵的暖风中飘飞着，比鸟语圆润，比花香更浓。

第三篇：2012关于重阳节的朗诵文章

朋友们，在秋天这如梦的季节，在重阳节这个尊老、敬老、爱老、助老的老年人的节日，我们×××××，朗诵为大家推出这台《秋之梦 重阳节晚会》，敬请朋友光临!

金色的秋天是收获的季节.我们一手收获果实一手收获人生.网络天地小人心天地大让我们大家携起手来共同收获生活中的网络里的辉煌。

《献给妈妈.的歌》

我心中有一首歌，那是唱给妈妈的 歌。

妈妈是广袤厚实的土地，让幼小的种子萌芽于怀中，妈妈给了我生命翠绿的颜色。

妈妈是明媚和煦的阳光，释放出青春绚丽的色彩，妈妈给了我生长中全部温暖的寄托。

妈妈是一条默默无闻的小河，她把所有的一切都奉献给了大海，让他有了渊博的气度和壮丽的浪波。

我心中有一首歌，那是献给妈妈的 歌。

妈妈是一条任劳任怨的老黄牛，咀嚼艰辛的桔梗和生活的苦涩，带着我爬过童年蹒跚迈步的那道坡。

妈妈是家乡门前的那座山，挡住严冬的风寒，生出春夏的葱茏，留给自己的却是秋叶的零落。

远在他乡的游子

望夜空中的月出星落，妈妈的 温情永远辉映在我的心窝。

跋涉漫长的旅程，最思念的是妈妈，梦回千里的日子，最想见的还是妈妈。

谁言寸草心，报得三春晖，是妈妈放飞了我这只翱翔的鸽。

我心中有一首歌，那是感谢妈妈的 歌。

母爱是一本永远让你回味的书，妈妈就是那不署名的伟大作者，她教会了我们如何面对惨淡和辉煌的人生。

小时候常常拽住妈妈手中线，看着妈妈缝出月色的美丽，日出的晨曦。

小时候穿着妈妈做的身上衣，衣裳印染着妈妈勤劳的汗水，俭朴的品格。

如今感怀妈妈的 恩情，那心中感激的泉水涌出深情的泪珠。

不要说我们不知道妈妈牵挂儿女的心肠，妈妈思念儿女的泪更多。

摞起所有的方块字，我总也够不到母亲恩情的高峰。

唱出所有的音符的组合，我也无法表达出母爱的深邃和磅礴。

每个人心中都有一首歌，那是一生一世永远唱不完的歌。

古往今来，看天地悠悠，那不变的是妈妈对我们的嘱托，千山万水，寻天涯海角，那最无私最真的是妈妈对儿女的爱。

妈妈满头苍老的白发，霜染了多少岁月的蹉跎，妈妈满脸深曲的皱褶，刻入了多少心酸的寂寞。

妈妈满手粗糙的皮肤，留下了多少生活的折磨。

妈妈满眶干枯的眼光，隐藏了多少内心的缄默。

我的身上，妈妈的 血液在沸腾，我的脸上，妈妈的 吻还散发着余热。

妈妈从不要求我们回报什么，儿女的幸福才是她最大的快乐。

祝福妈妈健康长寿，我哽咽的喉咙唱出了这首歌。

妈妈你是我心中的一首歌，妈妈你永远是我心中那首不忘的歌。

第四篇：关于重阳节的朗诵文章

关于重阳节的朗诵文章

朋友们，在秋天这如梦的季节，在重阳节这个尊老、敬老、爱老、助老的老年人的节日，我们×××××，朗诵为

大家推出这台《秋之梦 重阳节晚会》，敬请朋友光临!

金色的秋天是收获的季节.我们一手收获果实一手收获人生.网络天地小人心天地大让我们大家携起手来共同收获生活中的网络里的辉煌。

《献给妈妈.的歌》妈妈思念儿女的泪更多。

我心中有一首歌，摞起所有的方块字，那是唱给妈妈的 歌。我总也够不到母亲恩情的高峰。妈妈是广袤厚实的土地，唱出所有的音符的组合，让幼小的种子萌芽于怀中，妈妈给了我生命翠绿的颜色。妈妈是明媚和煦的阳光，释放出青春绚丽的色彩，妈妈给了我生长中全部温暖的寄托。妈妈是一条默默无闻的小河，她把所有的一切都奉献给了大海，让他有了渊博的气度和壮丽的浪波。我心中有一首歌，那是献给妈妈的 歌。妈妈是一条任劳任怨的老黄牛，咀嚼艰辛的桔梗和生活的苦涩，带着我爬过童年蹒跚迈步的那道坡。妈妈是家乡门前的那座山，挡住严冬的风寒，生出春夏的葱茏，留给自己的却是秋叶的零落。远在他乡的游子望夜空中的月出星落，妈妈的 温情永远辉映在我的心窝。跋涉漫长的旅程，最思念的是妈妈，梦回千里的日子，最想见的还是妈妈。谁言寸草心，报得三春晖，是妈妈放飞了我这只翱翔的鸽。我心中有一首歌，那是感谢妈妈的 歌。

母爱是一本永远让你回味的书，妈妈就是那不署名的伟大作者，她教会了我们如何面对惨淡和辉煌的人生。小时候常常拽住妈妈手中线，看着妈妈缝出月色的美丽，日出的晨曦。小时候穿着妈妈做的身上衣，衣裳印染着妈妈勤劳的汗水，俭朴的品格。如今感怀妈妈的 恩情，那心中感激的泉水涌出深情的泪珠。不要说我们不知道妈妈牵挂儿女的心肠，我也无法表达出母爱的深邃和磅礴。每个人心中都有一首歌，那是一生一世永远唱不完的歌。古往今来，看天地悠悠，那不变的是妈妈对我们的嘱托，千山万水，寻天涯海角，那最无私最真的是妈妈对儿女的爱。妈妈满头苍老的白发，霜染了多少岁月的蹉跎，妈妈满脸深曲的皱褶，刻入了多少心酸的寂寞。妈妈满手粗糙的皮肤，留下了多少生活的折磨。妈妈满眶干枯的眼光，隐藏了多少内心的缄默。我的身上，妈妈的 血液在沸腾，我的脸上，妈妈的 吻还散发著余热。妈妈从不要求我们回报什么，儿女的幸福才是她最大的快乐。祝福妈妈健康长寿，我哽咽的喉咙唱出了这首歌。妈妈你是我心中的一首歌，妈妈你永远是我心中那首不忘的歌。

第五篇：英语 朗诵比赛文章

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