抒情英文朗诵稿[大全]

第一篇：抒情英文朗诵稿[大全]

抒情英文朗诵稿

在时光廷伸的岸上，侧目而视来时的路；岁月之河，涛声依旧。唯有自己的心语，如潺潺有声的溪水，婉转而悠扬，伴着我度过无数无眠的无尽之夜。在这有风有情的雨夜里，我想用清纯的`文字煮一壶墨香，坐在窗帘的边缘点燃生命的歌喉。以下是抒情英文朗诵稿，欢迎阅读。

抒情英文朗诵稿1

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

抒情英文朗诵稿2

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

抒情英文朗诵稿3

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.

抒情英文朗诵稿4

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.

抒情英文朗诵稿5

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, “let 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.

抒情英文朗诵稿6

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.

抒情英文朗诵稿7

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.

抒情英文朗诵稿8

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!

抒情英文朗诵稿9

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.

抒情英文朗诵稿10

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：三分钟抒情朗诵稿

抒情的文章需要抒情的朗诵，我们大家一起看看下面的三分钟抒情朗诵稿，欢迎各位借鉴哦！

三分钟抒情朗诵稿

1南方的季节，冬雨淅淅沥沥，虽有春雨纤细，但没有春雨的绵柔，带有些许的冰凉。

冬季的早晨，显得格外的安静。漫游在镜湖的小道，能听见自己清脆的脚步声，好像是独奏的交响曲，越是这样想，脚下莫名的按某种旋律演奏起来。玩尽兴了，在湖边找了个椅子坐下。椅子设计的都是双人椅，对此，作为单身感到非常的愤懑，这是明显的歧视。

“叽叽叽——”一阵轻快的鸣叫传来。声音来自对面的湖心岛，透过葱郁幽暗的丛林，荡涤在整个湖面上。些许的微风拂过水面，在暗淡的晨光下绽开缕缕波纹，好像被“闹钟”叫醒，露出朦胧的容颜。

岛后的天色渐渐亮开，湖边的桥上开始有了行人。一会儿是形单影只，匆匆走过，一会儿三三两两，结伴而行，偶尔传来嘻嘻打闹声。

桥身倒映在湖面，连接着湖心岛，不知是谁为这秀美的发鬟插上的银色簪子。可能是刚起床，正在梳妆打扮。湖边一缕缕的柳枝在来回飘散，在微风中带着淡淡的芳香，扑面而来。“噗嗤——”水面突然一阵响声。迎声望去，一只水鸟刚从水面钻出来，朝着湖心岛扬长而去，在水面划出一到优美的弧线，犹如一道眉黛。不知是我惊吓了它，还是它饶了她的梦。我作为不速之客，还是我的缘故吧。

天色越来越亮，也该走了，心存感激和歉意，不带走一缕清风。早安！

三分钟抒情朗诵稿

2一直想着写点东西，以疏解一下近来的心情，可发现自己愈发慵懒，连情绪都懒得释放了，任由其听之任之，我想我的这种放肆是不是有些无药可除了？

曾经以翩翩君子标定了自己的方向，现在想来委实有些可笑，是的，这几年不都这样过来了吗？笑话过往的自己愚不可及，对订立的那些目标和自己的拖延颇为不齿，继而慨叹稽废时月，可最后奇怪的发现，却又在这些无知中慢慢成长过来。

忘了是否有意为之，去岁曾一度迷恋佛门中“一花一世界，一木一菩提”的意境，打那以后，我渐渐平静下来，以致后来学会品味午间的阳光，但也未曾觉得自己抛弃过太多的欲望与梦想，我想这是因为我太年轻、涉世未深的缘故吧。

不过也不着急老去，其实，慢有慢的道理，平素大家都常说快速思考，但是既然是思考，快速又能思考得出什么东西？曾经很急躁，快速思考、快速解决、快言快语等等，直至后来发现实质为快意当前而已，结果都是那么的不尽人意！也许功成名就都比较青睐于良好的过程吧。

我经常试着以一个90后的视角剖析烦杂的人世，发现满目世事浮沉与纠缠，我害怕失去前进的动力，害怕因此老去，一度拖着疲软的脚步，逶迤向前。我未至而立，一顶花发，“少年白”困扰多时，倍感压力于外观审美与旁人的舆论，不过，整体也平添几分“老气”的味道，也不知这是否是“看破红尘”的代价。

母亲总会在催促我找对象结婚之际，给我介绍一些从别人那听来的去除白发的“旁门左道”，她表面虽然很平静，但是我看得出来她是着急了。

我说我有对象的，母亲总是不信。其实她是对的，至少在这一两年内。我对感情的固执己见也许源于对前任的她给我承诺的哪一杯“续杯一辈子”的可乐吧，甜蜜但有距离，也常常问自己异地的感情难道真的都经不起等待的考验吗？但后来我又发现空间上的距离真的会淡化掉感情的，这是一种说不清道不明的规律。

所以我只能伴着疲惫的懒惰一路蹒跚走来，并对那种距离感充满畏惧。我觉得上天好像是故意的一样，总是在不经意间以各种各样的方式嘲笑大众，上个月刚对活泼可爱懂事的她产生情愫，而下个月我又会因工作调动的原因离她远去，实际上真的好想跟她好好谈一场，但是理智告诉我不能再对此有过多的触碰，内心好像有种无名的剜痛，无奈繁花残落，愁绪盛开。关于感情，还是要慢慢来。

得空，静静一个人吃饭，一个人看书，一个人思考，慢，那又有什么了不起？

第三篇：抒情美文朗诵稿

打小学起语文课本里每课后面都有一题：请有感情地朗诵全文。长大以后，无论文学、影视作品，都能看到这种抒情的朗诵。以下是小编整理的抒情美文朗诵稿，你知道怎么进行朗读吗？

抒情美文朗诵稿

1甲：（中速）走出门，就与含着露水和栀子花气息的好风撞个满怀。

乙：（喜悦地）早晨，好清爽！

甲：（喜悦地）心里的感觉好清爽！

乙：不骑车，不邀游伴。

甲：也不带什么礼物。

甲乙：（抒情地，轻快地）就带着满怀的好心情，哼几段小曲，踏一条幽径，独自去访问我的朋友。

甲：那座古桥，是我要拜访的第一个老朋友。

甲乙：（崇敬地）德高望重的老桥，你在这涧水上站了几百年了？

乙：（关切地）你累吗？

甲：（赞美地）你把多少人马渡过彼岸，你把滚滚流水送向远方。

乙：（深情地，稍慢）你躬着腰，俯身吻着水中的人影鱼影月影。

甲：（深情地，稍慢）波光明灭，泡沫聚散，岁月是一去不返的逝川。

甲乙：（赞美，渐高渐重）惟有你坚持着，你那从不改变的姿态，让我看到了一种古老而坚韧的灵魂。

乙：走进这片树林，每一株树都是我的知己，向我打着青翠的手势。

甲：（喜悦地，轻快地）有许多鸟唤我的名字。

甲乙：（喜悦地，轻快地）有许多露珠与我交换眼神。

乙：（缓慢地）我靠在一棵树上，静静地，以树的眼睛看周围的树，我发现每一株树都在看我。

甲：我闭上眼睛，（兴奋地）我真的变成了一株树，脚长出根须，深深扎进泥土和岩层，呼吸地层深处的元气。

甲乙：（激动地）我的头发长成树冠，我的手变成树枝，我的思想变成树汁，在年轮里旋转、流淌，最后长出树籽，被鸟儿衔向远山远水。

乙：（轻快地，热情地）你好，山泉姐姐！

甲：你捧一面明镜照我，是要照出我的浑浊吗？

甲：（轻快地，热情地）你好，溪流妹妹！

甲乙：你吟着一首小诗，是邀我与你唱和吗？

乙：（亲切地）你好，白云大嫂！

甲：（赞美地）月亮的好女儿，天空的好护士，你洁白的身影，让憔悴的天空返老还童，露出湛蓝的笑容。

甲：（高兴地）你好，瀑布大哥！

甲乙：（赞美地）雄浑的男高音，纯粹的歌唱家，不拉赞助，不收门票，天生的金嗓子，从古唱到今。

甲乙：（热烈地，欢喜地）你好呀，悬崖爷爷！

甲：高高的额头，刻着玄奥的智慧。

甲乙：深深的峡谷漾着清澈的禅心。

乙：抬头望你，我就想起了历代的隐士和高僧。

甲：你也是一位无言的禅者，云雾携来一卷卷天书，可是出自你的手笔？

乙：（爱抚地，亲热地）喂，云雀弟弟，叽叽喳喳说些什么？

甲：我知道你们是些纯洁少年，从来不说是非，你们津津乐道的，都是飞行中看到的好风景！

甲：（缓慢地）捧起一块石头，轻轻敲击，我听见远古火山爆发的声浪，我听见时间的隆隆回声。

乙：（缓慢地）拾一片落叶，细数精致的纹理，那都是命运神秘的手相，在它走向泥土的途中，我加入了这短暂而别有深意的仪式。

甲：（激动地）采一朵小花，插上我的头发。

甲乙：（害羞地，带些自嘲）此刻就我一人，花不会笑我，鸟不会羞我，在无人的山谷，我头戴鲜花，眼含柔情，悄悄地做了一会儿女性。

乙：（受惊地）忽然下起雷阵雨。

甲乙：（稍重，渐重）像有一千个侠客在天上吼叫。

甲：（紧跟着）又像有一千个喝醉了酒的诗人在云头朗诵。

甲乙：（渐慢，稍轻）又感动人又有些吓人。

甲：赶快跑到一棵老柏树下，慈祥的老柏树立即撑起了大伞。

乙：满世界都是雨，惟我站立的地方没有雨，却成了看雨的好地方，谁能说这不是天地给我的恩泽？

甲：俯身凝神，才发现许多蚂蚁也在树下避雨，用手捧起几只蚂蚁，好不动情，（低声细语，似亲切交谈）蚂蚁，我的小弟弟，茫茫天地间，我们有缘分，也做了一回患难兄弟。

乙：（慢而轻，字字清晰）雨停了。

甲：（慢速）幽谷里传出几声犬吠。

甲乙：（慢速）云岭上掠过一群归鸟。

甲：（恋恋不舍地）我也该回家了。

甲乙：（喜悦地，深情地）于是，我轻轻地挥手，告别了山里的众朋友，带回了满怀的好心情，好记忆，顺便还带回一路月色……

甲乙：（满足地，高声地）于是，我轻轻地挥手，告别了山里的众朋友，带回了满怀的好心情，好记忆，顺便还带回一路月色……

抒情美文朗诵稿2

甲：你打开窗了吗？黄昏已向我走来，天边漂浮着的是你没有带走的记忆。火红火红的记忆一直燃烧着我。

乙：我的窗，一直开着，为你。我知道你如月的目光从没有离开过这扇窗。这是一个无雨的黄昏，我知道你和我一样，已经出发了。

甲：我将穿过丛林，跋涉那座挡住我视线的远山。夜色已朦胧，而我们总是在黄昏时刻出发，用一生的时间去穿越黑暗。

乙：看着我，不要胆怯！记住，我们从没有放弃过的誓言。我的船已起航，在风中航行，我将在海的那岸迎接你。

甲：我抬着头，夜已黑了，但我能感觉你给我的温暖和力量，这使我在寒夜里抵抗着冷风的袭击。

乙：不要让你透明的忧伤模糊了你的眼睛，我要看到你瞳孔里清晰的我。哦，你似乎在寻找着什么？

甲：是的，我在黑暗里抚摩着一样东西，是我童年时藏下的一个美丽而不易破碎的希望。

乙：你在抚摩一个希望？

甲：是的。你看，在我的手掌里有一颗彩色的玻璃珠，月亮都会嫉妒她，她有着明亮的美丽。

乙：记得你曾说过，童年的马背上有你奔跑着的梦想，纯白的雪山上树立着你执着的信念，你从没有停止过你热烈的追求，即使在大雪冰封了所有的道路，你仍固执地要出发。

甲：我记得你说过，你要像一只快乐的老鼠，分享我童年的秘密。可你始终没有看到过我珍藏着的秘密。

乙：你一直存封着你青春的忧郁，直到现在，你的忧伤像四月清晨的雾时常潮湿你的额，我想让你明亮的额头泛出你青春美丽的快乐。你能感受到我这深沉的祝福吗？

甲：是的。我知道的，我闭上了眼睛感受潮水的汹涌。

乙：我时常翻开你留下的那本画册，线条并不明晰，但有鲜艳的色彩，满纸都是你五指的彩印，像欲飞的蝴蝶。我在黄昏时站在窗前翻开，幻想这些蝴蝶穿过暮色带去我沉沉的思念。

甲：那是我童年留下的最珍贵的记忆。可你在离别时，只留下一个我走不出的黄昏，我在这样一个又一个的黄昏里徘徊。

乙：黑夜是我们的整个旅程，一夜又一夜，黎明之后的黄昏，黄昏之后的黎明，我一次又一次的起航，驶向你的岸边；一次又一次地等待你从山的那边走来。注定我们将跋涉一生，去完成我们最初的梦想。你累了吗？

甲：是的，疲倦早已在和我搏斗，我累了，但我知道你从没有犹豫和放慢过你的脚步，为了我们最终的相会。我无法放弃，惟有坚持，我不能在你的目光里倒下。你看，蝴蝶已穿过了黑夜来到我的窗前，黎明就要到来。我要停下手中的笔，在黎明到来的这刻，凝望你！

乙：在黎明的晨风里，我闻到你秀发中的清香，如你青春的芬芳，我无法拥有你逝去的青春，但在每一个清晨我能感觉风中的缠绵。你能感觉到吗？我在注视你，你在我整个视网膜里。

甲：我们又要道别了，再见的时刻到了。

乙：是的，再见，下一个黄昏再见。

男甲：再见，黄昏再见。

第四篇：抒情朗诵稿五分钟

导语：今天，是喜悦让我们相聚在一起；今天，是共同的畅想让我们手拉手来到这里。以下是小编为大家整理的抒情朗诵稿五分钟，欢迎大家阅读与借鉴！

抒情朗诵稿五分钟（1）

女生：你打开窗了吗？黄昏已向我走来，天边漂浮着的是你没有带走的记忆。火红火红的记忆一直燃烧着我。

男生：我的窗，一直开着，为你。我知道你如月的目光从没有离开过这扇窗。这是一个无雨的黄昏，我知道你和我一样，已经出发了。

女生：我将穿过丛林，跋涉那座挡住我视线的远山。夜色已朦胧，而我们总是在黄昏时刻出发，用一生的时间去穿越黑暗。

男生：看着我，不要胆怯！记住，我们从没有放弃过的誓言。我的船已起航，在风中航行，我将在海的那岸迎接你。

女生：我抬着头，夜已黑了，但我能感觉你给我的温暖和力量，这使我在寒夜里抵抗着冷风的袭击。

男生：不要让你透明的忧伤模糊了你的眼睛，我要看到你瞳孔里清晰的我。哦，你似乎在寻找着什么？

女生：是的，我在黑暗里抚摩着一样东西，是我童年时藏下的一个美丽而不易破碎的希望。

男生：你在抚摩一个希望？

女生：是的。你看，在我的手掌里有一颗彩色的玻璃珠，月亮都会嫉妒她，她有着明亮的美丽。

男生：记得你曾说过，童年的马背上有你奔跑着的梦想，纯白的雪山上树立着你执着的信念，你从没有停止过你热烈的追求，即使在大雪冰封了所有的道路，你仍固执地要出发。

女生：我记得你说过，你要像一只快乐的老鼠，分享我童年的秘密。可你始终没有看到过我珍藏着的秘密。

男生：你一直存封着你青春的忧郁，直到现在，你的忧伤像四月清晨的雾时常潮湿你的额，我想让你明亮的额头泛出你青春美丽的快乐。你能感受到我这深沉的祝福吗？

女生：是的。我知道的，我闭上了眼睛感受潮水的汹涌。

男生：我时常翻开你留下的那本画册，线条并不明晰，但有鲜艳的色彩，满纸都是你五指的彩印，像欲飞的蝴蝶。我在黄昏时站在窗前翻开，幻想这些蝴蝶穿过暮色带去我沉沉的思念。

女生：那是我童年留下的最珍贵的记忆。可你在离别时，只留下一个我走不出的黄昏，我在这样一个又一个的黄昏里徘徊。

男生：黑夜是我们的整个旅程，一夜又一夜，黎明之后的黄昏，黄昏之后的黎明，我一次又一次的起航，驶向你的岸边；一次又一次地等待你从山的那边走来。注定我们将跋涉一生，去完成我们最初的梦想。你累了吗？

女生：是的，疲倦早已在和我搏斗，我累了，但我知道你从没有犹豫和放慢过你的脚步，为了我们最终的相会。我无法放弃，惟有坚持，我不能在你的目光里倒下。你看，蝴蝶已穿过了黑夜来到我的窗前，黎明就要到来。我要停下手中的笔，在黎明到来的这刻，凝望你！

男生：在黎明的晨风里，我闻到你秀发中的清香，如你青春的芬芳，我无法拥有你逝去的青春，但在每一个清晨我能感觉风中的缠绵。你能感觉到吗？我在注视你，你在我整个视网膜里。

女生：我们又要道别了，再见的时刻到了。

男生：是的，再见，下一个黄昏再见。

男生女生：再见，黄昏再见。

抒情朗诵稿五分钟（2）

男生领：（中速）走出门，就与含着露水和栀子花气息的好风撞个满怀。

女生领：（喜悦地）早晨，好清爽！

男生领：（喜悦地）心里的感觉好清爽！

女生领：不骑车，不邀游伴。

男生领：也不带什么礼物。

男生女生领：（抒情地，轻快地）就带着满怀的好心情，哼几段小曲，踏一条幽径，独自去访问我的朋友。

男生领：那座古桥，是我要拜访的第一个老朋友。

男生合：（崇敬地）德高望重的老桥，你在这涧水上站了几百年了？

女生领：（关切地）你累吗？

女生合：（赞美地）你把多少人马渡过彼岸，你把滚滚流水送向远方。

女生领：（深情地，稍慢）你躬着腰，俯身吻着水中的人影鱼影月影。

男生领：（深情地，稍慢）波光明灭，泡沫聚散，岁月是一去不返的逝川。

众合：（赞美，渐高渐重）惟有你坚持着，你那从不改变的姿态，让我看到了一种古老而坚韧的灵魂。

女生领：走进这片树林，每一株树都是我的知己，向我打着青翠的手势。

女生合：（喜悦地，轻快地）有许多鸟唤我的名字。

男生合：（喜悦地，轻快地）有许多露珠与我交换眼神。

女生领：（缓慢地）我靠在一棵树上，静静地，以树的眼睛看周围的树，我发现每一株树都在看我。

男生领：我闭上眼睛，（兴奋地）我真的变成了一株树，脚长出根须，深深扎进泥土和岩层，呼吸地层深处的元气。

众合：（激动地）我的头发长成树冠，我的手变成树枝，我的思想变成树汁，在年轮里旋转、流淌，最后长出树籽，被鸟儿衔向远山远水。

女生领：（轻快地，热情地）你好，山泉姐姐！

女生合：你捧一面明镜照我，是要照出我的浑浊吗？

男生领：（轻快地，热情地）你好，溪流妹妹！

男生合：你吟着一首小诗，是邀我与你唱和吗？

女生领：（亲切地）你好，白云大嫂！

女生合：（赞美地）月亮的好女生儿，天空的好护士，你洁白的身影，让憔悴的天空返老还童，露出湛蓝的笑容。

男生领：（高兴地）你好，瀑布大哥！

男生合：（赞美地）雄浑的男生高音，纯粹的歌唱家，不拉赞助，不收门票，天生的金嗓子，从古唱到今。

男生女生领：（热烈地，欢喜地）你好呀，悬崖爷爷！

女生合：高高的额头，刻着玄奥的智慧。

男生合：深深的峡谷漾着清澈的禅心。

女生领：抬头望你，我就想起了历代的隐士和高僧。

男生领：你也是一位无言的禅者，云雾携来一卷卷天书，可是出自你的手笔？

女生领：（爱抚地，亲热地）喂，云雀弟弟，叽叽喳喳说些什么？

女生合：我知道你们是些纯洁少年，从来不说是非，你们津津乐道的，都是飞行中看到的好风景！

男生领：（缓慢地）捧起一块石头，轻轻敲击，我听见远古火山爆发的声浪，我听见时间的隆隆回声。

女生领：（缓慢地）拾一片落叶，细数精致的纹理，那都是命运神秘的手相，在它走向泥土的途中，我加入了这短暂而别有深意的仪式。

男生领：（激动地）采一朵小花，插上我的头发。

男生合：（害羞地，带些自嘲）此刻就我一人，花不会笑我，鸟不会羞我，在无人的山谷，我头戴鲜花，眼含柔情，悄悄地做了一会儿女生性。

女生领：（受惊地）忽然下起雷阵雨。

男生合：（稍重，渐重）像有一千个侠客在天上吼叫。

女生合：（紧跟着）又像有一千个喝醉了酒的诗人在云头朗诵。

众合：（渐慢，稍轻）又感动人又有些吓人。

男生领：赶快跑到一棵老柏树下，慈祥的老柏树立即撑起了大伞。

女生领：满世界都是雨，惟我站立的地方没有雨，却成了看雨的好地方，谁能说这不是天地给我的恩泽？

男生领：俯身凝神，才发现许多蚂蚁也在树下避雨，用手捧起几只蚂蚁，好不动情，（低声细语，似亲切交谈）蚂蚁，我的小弟弟，茫茫天地间，我们有缘分，也做了一回患难兄弟。

女生领：（慢而轻，字字清晰）雨停了。

女生合：（慢速）幽谷里传出几声犬吠。

男生合：（慢速）云岭上掠过一群归鸟。

男生领：（恋恋不舍地）我也该回家了。

男生合：（喜悦地，深情地）于是，我轻轻地挥手，告别了山里的众朋友，带回了满怀的好心情，好记忆，顺便还带回一路月色……

众合：（满足地，高声地）于是，我轻轻地挥手，告别了山里的众朋友，带回了满怀的好心情，好记忆，顺便还带回一路月色……

第五篇：英文朗诵稿

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!

尊敬的领导，亲爱的老师们。

今天我演讲的题目是“为自己的梦想”。在第一天我的英语口语课，老师让我们想想我们会做什么从现在开始的十年。”去美国，成为一个美国女孩，”一个学生说。他认为这可能是其中一个最好的方法来学习英语。我们曾经有过些多么美丽的梦！但现在大家都在忙着主休两个专业，把自己的头脑充实得很优秀，实习„„，计划„„。这就是说，梦想应该是很现实的。如果梦想很容易就被实现，那还能被称为梦想吗？几个星期前，我阅读的故事：马艳，因为贫困而不得不辍学。她说她想上学，所以她家人能过上更好的生活。史提芬乔布斯，苹果电脑的首席执行官，曾说，“我们的时间是有限的。所以不要浪费时间活在别人的生活里。“我认为对于那些深表迷乱的人面对梦想和现实来说，这再现实不过了。某天晚上，我的室友对我抱怨说她上大学的日子里的记忆太少了。真的！今天的梦想可能会变明天的现实和后天的记忆。但是如果我们不去为自己的梦想而努力，那么梦想的记忆有从哪里来呢？并且，如果我们甚至不能掌握自己的梦想，我们如何能掌握未来的社会？老师，随着科学技术的进步，我们比以往任何时候都面临着更多的难题；争议的代孕母亲；正确的方式来对待孩子；网上流行的文化。有可能不会明确回答这些问题，但是我们如何判断和设想他们将决定我们的未来是否是幸运的，因此，我也要成为一座桥梁，带着这个梦想，我知道我不但会有一个未来，还会有珍贵的回忆。我的演讲结束了。谢谢。