高中生 英语诵读比赛 稿子

英语朗读比赛演讲稿英语朗读比赛演讲稿篇一Hello:everyone!Now I want to talk about a beatiful world!When I was young,I always dreamed that I lived ina beautiful country. There were many flowers and trees around our city.We counld hear the birds singing and see the children dancing. The streets were clear and the the air was very fresh! How nice it was!But that only was a dream of mine!How I wish that it would be e true! So I think we should do something to protect our enviro____ent. Everyone should make a contribution to protect the enviro____ent.Taking care of our enviro____ent is very important.Wherever you live,you can do something around your neighbourhood.Have you ever thrown any litter onto theground?Have you ever drawn pictures on publicwalls?Have you ever spat in a public place?Have youever cut down trees?If your answers are “No”,it means that you have already helped protect ourenviro____ent.It is our duty to keep our envio____ent clean and tidy. You might ask yourself,“Have I ever picked up some rubbish and thrown it into a dustbin?Have I ever collected waste paper or bottles for recycling?Have I ever planted any trees or flowers in or near my neighbourhood?”If your answers are“Yes”,it means that you have already done something useful to improve the enviro____ent.Now I want to say :Let's do our best to make our world more beautiful!英语朗读比赛演讲稿篇二In my 18 years of life, there have been many things. University days are the best part of them. I can never forget the days when I stepped into my university. I was impressed by its garden'like cus,its enthusiastic students and especially its learning atmosphere. I at once fell in love with it.After the arduous military training, I get absolutely absorbed in my studies. The classes given by the teachers are excellent. They provide us with information not only from our textbooks but from many other sources as well. They easily arouse myinsatiable desire to take in as much as I can.Frankly speaking, at first I had some difficulty following the teachers. However, through my ownefforts and thanks to my teachers' guidance, I made remarkable progress. Now I've benefited a lot from lectures and many other academic reports.Learning is a long process; I'll keep exploring in the treasure house of knowledge to enrich myself. This summer I got out of the ivory tower and entered the real world. A publishing house offered me a part'time job in pilation and revision.At the beginning I was belittled by my colleagues. But they were really surprised when I translated seven English articles over 5,000 words on only one day. Gradually, they began to look at me with respectfuleyes. In their opinion I turned out to be a useful and trustworthy colleague.I also realize that only those who bring happiness for others can be truly happy. So I often take part in activities concerning public welfare. I once went to a barren mountain village with my classmates. We taught the kids there who could not afford school. While showing them how broad and how civilized the outer world is, I was deeply touched by their eagerness to learn, their honesty and their purity. I couldn't control my tears on the day when we left. The precious experience with the poor kids made me aware of the responsibility on the shoulders of us, future teachers.Besides study and social practice, there are entertai____ents as well. I do body building every day, hoping to keep healthy and energetic. We also write a play and put it on in our spare time.Finally, I do hope everybody can try their best to bee a worthy citizen of the country. I do hope everybody can bee the backbone of our nation and make great contributions to society!英语朗读比赛演讲稿篇三feeling of youththe vast, the unbounded prospect lies before us.death. old age. are words without a meaning. that paby us like the idea air which we regard not. others may have undergone, or may still be liable to them-we &;bear a charmed life“, which laughs to scorn all such sickly fancies. as in setting out on delightful journey, we strain our eager gaze forward-bidding the lovely scenes at distance hail!。

高中英语朗诵稿篇一：适合高中生的英语朗读材料1. The Force of HabitsHabits, whether good or bad, are gradually formed. The more we do a thing, the more we tend to like doing it; and if we do not continue to do it, we feel unxxfortable. This is called the force of habits, and the force of habits should be fought against.This applies even to such good things as work or rest. Some people form a bad habit of working too much, and others of idling too much. Bad habits, once formed, are difficult to get rid of.The wise man always remembers to check any bad habit. He warns himself “I am now bexxing idle” or “I like too many sweets” or “I smoke too much”. And then adds, “I will get myself out of this bad habit at once.”习惯的力量习惯，不管是好还是坏，都是逐渐形成的。

我们越多做一件事情，我们就越倾向于喜欢做.如果我们不继续这样做，我们觉得不舒服。

这就是所谓的习惯的力量，习惯的力量应该被战胜。

这甚至适用于工作或休息。

有些人形成了工作太多的坏习惯，有些人虚度太多光阴。

高二朗读比赛英语作文I remember the first time I stepped onto the stage, my heart racing and my palms sweating. The spotlight was blinding, and I could feel the eyes of the audience on me. But as soon as I started speaking, all my fear melted away.I was in my element, and I knew that I was born to perform.The thrill of being able to captivate an audience with just my words is something that I can't quite put into words. It's a rush unlike any other, and it's addictive. Every time I step onto the stage, I feel alive, and I know that this is where I belong.I've always been drawn to the power of language and the art of storytelling. Words have the ability to transport people to different worlds, to make them feel things they never thought possible. And being able to wield that power is something that I don't take lightly.Of course, not every performance is perfect. There havebeen times when I stumbled over my words or forgot my lines. But I've learned to embrace the imperfections, to see them as a part of the journey. Because in the end, it's notabout being flawless – it's about connecting with the audience and sharing something real.In the end, I think that's what sets a great performer apart – the ability to be vulnerable and authentic. It's about being able to let go of the fear of judgment and just be yourself. And that's something that I strive for every time I step onto the stage.。

【导语】英语诗歌阅读可以开发学习者语⾔⽔平,扩⼤学习者的词汇,培养学习者的阅读理解技能,提⾼学习者的⽂化和跨⽂化意识,培养学习者的逻辑思维能⼒等,教学的最终⽬的是提⾼学习者修养和创造⼒。

下⾯是由带来的英⽂诗朗诵⽐赛稿，欢迎阅读!【篇⼀】英⽂诗朗诵⽐赛稿精选 He knows He Has Wings — Victor Hugo 他⾃知有翅膀——维克多·⾬果 What matter it though life uncertain be to all? 何必去管它，⼈⽣总是⽆定? What though its goal Be never reached? 有什么关系壮志难成? What though it fall and flee― ⼜何必计较你蹉跌并败奔― Have we not each a soul? 我们岂不是各⾃有灵魂? Be like the bird that on a bough too frail 要像那鸟⼉在柔弱的枝梢， To bear him gaily swings, 经不起它欢乐地跳跃; He carols though the slender branches fail― 虽然那细枝折断了它仍歌唱― He knows he has wings! 因为它知道⾃⼰有翅膀!【篇⼆】英⽂诗朗诵⽐赛稿精选 A Man and a Woman Sit Near Each Other — Robert Bly ⼀男⼀⼥促膝⽽坐——罗伯特·勃莱 A man and a woman sit near each other, and they do not long ⼀男⼀⼥促膝⽽坐，这样的时刻 at this moment to be older, or younger, nor born 他们不会渴求更⽼或更加年轻，抑或 in any other nation, or time, or place. ⽣在另⼀个国度、另⼀个时间或地点。

适合高中的英文诗歌朗读稿诗歌英语适合高中的英文诗歌朗读稿适合高中的英文诗歌朗读稿适合高中的英文诗歌朗读稿篇一The Rainy Day 雨天Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 亨利.沃兹渥斯.朗费罗The day is cold, and dark, and dreary;It rains, and the wind is never weary;The vine still clings to the moldering wall, But at every gust the dead leaves fall, And the day is dark and dreary. My life is cold and dark and dreary;It rains and the wind is never weary;My though still cling to the moldering past, But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast, And the days are dark and dreary. Be still, sad heart! And cease repining;Behind the clouds is the sun still shining;Thy fate is the common fate of all, Into each life some rain must fall, Some days must be dark and dreary. 天冷、阴暗、沉闷;下着雨，风也刮个不停;藤还攀附着颓垣残壁，每来一阵狂风，枯叶附落纷纷，天真是阴暗而沉闷。

我的生活寒冷、阴郁、沉闷;下着雨，风也刮个不停;我的思想还纠缠着消逝的往事，大风里，我的青春希望相继熄灭，天真是阴暗而沉闷。

安静吧，忧伤的心!别再悔恨;乌云后面太阳依然辉煌灿烂;你命运和大家的一样，每个人一生都得逢上阴雨，有些日子必然阴暗而沉闷。

那碧浪便幻化成爱人卷发的波纹; 俯身细看，爱人的红唇向我扑来， 汩汩喷涌出阵阵狂吻。
【篇二】高中英语诗歌朗诵精选 The May-sun Sheds an Amber Light The May-sun sheds an Amber light On new-leaved woods and lawns between; But she who, with a smile more bright, Welcome and watch the springing green, Is in her grave, Low in her grave. The fair white blossoms of the wood In groups beside the pathway stand; But one, the gentle and the good, Who cropp’d them with a fairer hand, Is in her grave, Low in her grave.
在这世上万事已休， 唯有绝望最为温馨。 我的心早已破碎， 我的心刺痛难忍; 既然你已长眠地下， 我为何还在泪水中苦度余生? 在我们当初苦恋的岁月 何曾想到今天的惨景; 这个世界竟让你离去， 却留下我孓然一身。 死神不能把我们拆散， 生生死死永结同心; 隔世相望又有何益， 不如到地下同眠共寝。 我们永远永远都在一起， 只要我的记忆犹存; 我枯槁的心决无改变， 直到我们重新聚首，再不离分。
ቤተ መጻሕፍቲ ባይዱ
她已在墓中安息， 她已在地下长眠。
【篇三】高中英语诗歌朗诵精选 A Lost Love I meet thy pensive, moonlight face; Thy thrilling voice I hear; And former hours and scenes retrace Too fleeting, and too dear! Then sighs and tears flow fast and free, Though none is nigh to share; And life has nought beside for me So sweet as this despair. There are crush’d hearts that will not break; And mine, me thinks, is one; Or thus I should not weep and wake, And thou to slumber gone. I little thought it thus could be In days more sad and fair---

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本文是高中生英语诗歌朗诵，希望对大家有帮助!高中生英语诗歌朗诵篇一the river of life生命之川thomas campbell妥默司·康沫尔the more we live, more brief appearour life's succeeding stages;a day to childhood seems a year,and years like passing ages.the gladsome current of our youth,ere passion yet disorders,steals lingering like a river smooth,along its grassy borders.but as the care-worn cheets grow wan,and sorrow's shafts fly thicker,ye stars, that measure life to man,why seem your courses quicker?when joys have lost their bloom and breathand life itself is vapid,why, as we reach the falls of death,feel we its tide more rapid?it may be strange-yet who would changetime's coures to slower speeding,when one by one our friends have gone and left our bosoms bleeding?heaven gives our years of fading strength indemnifying fleetness;and those of youth,a seeming length, proportion'd their sweetness.人生越老，岁月越短，生命的历程似在飞换;儿时的一天如同一载，一载如同几个朝代。

高中生英语诗歌朗诵稿英语诗歌朗诵稿英语诗歌因其节奏、思想意义及艺术价值,在英语教学中占有一席之地。

本文是高中生英语诗歌朗诵稿，希望对大家有帮助!爱心HelpinghandIgetmybroomandI’monmyway.Icleanupthingthatpeopledrop,Fromdawntoduk,Inevertop.Iweepthetreet,andmakethemclean,Andhelpkeepourcitygreen.太阳升起来，我开始我的一天。

我拿起扫帚走在路上。

我把人们丢掉的东西打扫干净，从黎明到黄昏，我从不停止。

我打扫街道，使它们干净，有助于我们的城市环保。

Nightifalling,thekyidark.Theonlyoundaredogthatbark.Wedrivealongthetreetallnight.Totopthieveandthoewhofight.It’dangeroujob,butwe’rebrave. Wehelpkeepourcityafe.夜幕降临，天黑了。

唯一的声音是狗的叫声。

我们整晚开车行驶在街道上，阻止小偷和那些打架的人。

这是一份危险的工作，但是我们很勇敢。

我们有助于我们的城市安全。

AutumnFirebyRobertLouiStevenon IntheothergardenAndallupthevale, Fromtheautumnbonfire Seethemoketrail!Pleaantummerover Andalltheummerflower, Theredfireblaze, Thegreymoketower.Singaongofeaon!Somethingbrightinall!Flowerintheummer,Fireinthefall!TheChallenge挑战Letotherleadmalllive,butnotyou.让别人去过渺小的生活，而不是你。

高中英语美文朗诵3篇范文带翻译参加一些英语的朗诵大赛，不仅能提高我们的英语口语，还能从各个方面提升自身的气质，今天店铺在这里为大家分享一些高中英语美文朗诵3篇，欢迎大家阅读!高中英语朗诵美文篇一今天又是新的一天It’s a new dayAs you slowly open your eyes, look around, notice where the light comes into your room; listen carefully, see if there are any new sounds that you can recognize; feel with your body and spirit, and see if you can sense the freshness in the air.当你慢慢睁开眼,环顾四周,你会发现阳光洒满你的房间;侧耳倾听,看看能否发现新奇的声音;用身心去感受,看自己能否感觉到新鲜空气。

Yes, yes, yes, it’s a new day, it’s a different day, and it’s a bright day! In your mind, you can see clearly the things you want to have, the places you intend to go, the relationships1 you desire to develop and the positions you aspire to reach.是的,今天是新的一天,今天是与众不同的一天,今天是阳光明媚的一天。

在你心里,你梦寐以求的东西,你渴望到达的地方,你想要发展的关系,你渴望得到的职位,都清晰可见。

You know all this is real as long as you are confident, passionate and committed! And you are confident; you are passionate; you are committed!你知道,只要你有信心、有激情,肯下决心,所有这些都能实现。

英文诗词朗诵稿子高中作文1. The sun sets behind the mountains, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink. The world is bathed in a warm, golden light, and for a moment, everything feels still and peaceful.2. The wind whispers through the trees, rustling the leaves and carrying the scent of fresh earth and blooming flowers. It's a gentle, soothing sound that lulls the mind into a state of calm.3. The waves crash against the shore, their relentless rhythm echoing the heartbeat of the earth. Each wave brings with it a sense of power and raw energy, a reminder of the untamed forces of nature.4. The stars twinkle in the night sky, distant and mysterious. They seem to hold secrets of the universe, each one a tiny speck of light in the vast expanse of space.5. The rain falls in a steady, rhythmic pattern, tapping against the window like a comforting lullaby. It's a sound that brings with it a sense of renewal and cleansing, washing away the worries of the day.6. The fire crackles and dances in the hearth, castinga warm glow that fills the room with a sense of coziness and comfort. It's a reminder of the simple pleasures of life, the warmth of good company and the joy of shared moments.7. The snow falls softly to the ground, blanketing the world in a pristine white. It's a sight that brings with it a sense of wonder and magic, transforming the familiar into something new and enchanting.8. The birds sing their sweet melodies, filling the air with music that seems to lift the spirit and soothe the soul. It's a reminder of the beauty that surrounds us, even in the midst of everyday life.9. The thunder rumbles in the distance, a powerful andawe-inspiring sound that commands attention. It's a reminder of the forces beyond our control, the wild and untamed aspects of the world.10. The silence envelops everything, a profound and peaceful stillness that seems to hold the promise of endless possibilities. It's a moment of pure and unadulterated serenity, a reminder of the beauty of simply being alive.。

适合高中生朗诵的英语诗歌【篇一】适合高中生朗诵的英语诗歌生命太短生活尚长Life is too short to wake up in the morning with regrets。

生命太短。

没留时间给我们每日带着遗憾醒来。

So, love the people who treat you right and forget about the ones who don't。

所以去爱那些对你好的人，忘掉那些不知珍惜你的人。

And believe that everything happens for a reason.。

请相信每件事的发生都有它的缘由……If you get a chance - take it;如果你得到一个机会——就抓住它;If it changes your life - let it;如果它改变了你的人生——也由它去;Nobody said that it would be easy.。

没有人说过这个过程是轻松的……They just promised it would be worth it。

他们仅仅保证了最后一切都值得。

【篇二】适合高中生朗诵的英语诗歌My body isn't perfect。

我的身体不完美。

I don't walk with confidence。

我走起路来没自信。

I get into fights with my parents and friends。

我和父母朋友都争吵。

Some nights I'd rather be by myself than out partying。

有的晚上，我宁愿自己待着也不出去聚会。

I cry over the smallest things sometimes。

有的时候，我为最细枝末节的事儿掉眼泪。

There are days that I get through with forced smiles and fake laughs。

高中英文诗歌朗诵稿精选诗歌是人类的语言瑰宝,可以提高人的精神修养、艺术修养和语言修养。

小编精心收集了高中英文诗歌朗诵稿，供大家欣赏学习!高中英文诗歌朗诵稿篇1i hear america singing — walt whitman我听见美洲在歌唱——沃尔特·惠特曼i hear america singing, the varied carols i hear.我听见美洲在歌唱，我听见各种不同的颂歌those of mechanics, each one singing his as it should be blithe and strong,机器匠在歌唱着，他们每人歌唱着他的愉快而强健的歌，the carpenter singing his as he measures his plank or beam, 木匠在歌唱着，一边比量着他的木板或梁木，the mason singing his as he makes ready for work,or leaves off work,泥瓦匠在歌唱着，当他准备工作或停止工作的时候，the boatman singing what belongs to him in his boat, the deckhand singing on the steamboat deck,船家歌唱着他船里所有的一切，水手在汽艇的甲板上歌唱着，the shoemaker singing as he sits on his bench, the hatter singing as he stands,鞋匠坐在他的工作凳上歌唱，帽匠歌唱着，站在那里工作，the wood-cutter's song, the ploughboy's on his way in the morning,伐木者、犁田青年们歌唱着，当他们每天早晨走在路上，或者午问歇息，or at noon intermission or at sundown,或到了日落的时候，the delicious singing of the mother, or of the young wife atwork,我更听到母亲的美妙的歌，正在操作的年轻的妻子们的歌or of the girl sewing or washing,或缝衣或洗衣的女孩子们的歌each singing what belongs to him or her and to none else, 每人歌唱属于他或她而不是属于任何别人的一切，the day what belongs to the day--at night the party of young fellows, robust, friendly,白昼歌唱白昼所有的，晚间，强壮而友爱的青年们的集会，singing with open mouths their strong melodious songs.张嘴唱着他们的强健而和谐的歌。

高二英语朗读比赛作文模板
英文回答：
Introduction。

Good evening/morning, esteemed judges, fellow participants, and audience. I am honored to stand before you today to recite the poignant words of [Author's name].
Recitation。

[Recite the poem or excerpt]
Conclusion。

The power of language lies in its ability to evoke emotions, paint vivid pictures, and convey profound truths. Through the recitation of this literary masterpiece, I hope to have ignited a spark of inspiration and imparted a sense of wonder.
Thank you for your time and attention.
中文回答：
各位评委、参赛选手、观众朋友们，大家好！非常荣幸能够参
加这次英语朗诵比赛，我将为大家朗诵 [作者姓名] 的精彩诗作。

[朗诵诗文]
语言的力量在于它能够唤起情感，描绘生动的画面，传递深刻
的道理。

通过对这首文学巨作的朗诵，我希望能够点燃灵感的火花，为大家带来一丝惊叹。

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Title: The Splendor of the English Recitation Competition in Senior ThreeAmidst the bustling hubbub of our high school life, the English recitation competition stands out as a beacon of cultural and linguistic excellence. It is not merely a competition; it is a celebration of the beauty and power of the English language, a testament to our students' dedication and hard work, and a platform for them to showcase their talents and skills.As a senior three student, I have had the privilege of participating in this esteemed competition, and the experience has been nothing short of transformative. Preparing for the competition was a journey fraught with challenges, yet filled with moments of discovery and growth. From poring over countless passages and poems, selectingthe perfect piece that resonated with me, to meticulously practicing my pronunciation and intonation, every step wasa labor of love.The competition day arrived, and the auditorium wasfilled with anticipation and excitement. Each participant brought their unique interpretation and style to the stage,turning simple words into powerful narratives that captivated the audience. I remember standing on that stage, feeling both nervous and excited. But as I began to recite, my anxiety melted away, replaced by a sense of pure joy and fulfillment.What made this competition truly remarkable was notjust the individual performances, but the collective spirit of learning and appreciation that it fostered. We were not just competitors, but also learners and admirers of each other's talents. The applause and encouragement we received from our peers and teachers were testament to the camaraderie and support that existed within our school community.Moreover, the English recitation competition served as a bridge between our cultural heritage and the global language of English. Through our recitations, we honored our own cultural traditions while also embracing the universality of the English language. It was a powerful reminder of how language can be a tool for connection and understanding across borders and cultures.Looking back on my participation in the Englishrecitation competition, I am grateful for the opportunityit provided me to not only hone my linguistic skills butalso to grow as an individual. It taught me the importanceof perseverance, the value of hard work, and the joy of expressing oneself through the medium of language.In conclusion, the English recitation competition in senior three was an enriching experience that left alasting impression on me. It was a celebration of language, a showcase of talent, and a testament to the spirit of learning and camaraderie that exists within our school community. As we move forward in our academic journey, I believe that the lessons learned and the memories created from this competition will continue to inspire and guide us. **英语朗诵比赛高三的辉煌**在我们高中生活的喧嚣中，英语朗诵比赛脱颖而出，成为文化和语言卓越的灯塔。

关于诗歌朗诵大赛的英语作文高中全文共3篇示例，供读者参考篇1A Poetic Journey: My Experience at the High School Poetry Recitation ContestThe auditorium was abuzz with nervous energy as students from all over the district gathered for the annual High School Poetry Recitation Contest. I could feel the butterflies fluttering in my stomach as I took my seat among the other contestants. This was my first time participating in such an event, and the weight of the moment was not lost on me.Poetry has always been a passion of mine, ever since I can remember. There was something about the way words could be carefully crafted and woven together to evoke emotions and paint vivid mental images that captivated me from an early age. I would spend hours poring over the works of famous poets, lost in the rhythm and cadence of their verses.When the opportunity to enter the poetry recitation contest arose, I knew I had to seize it. This was my chance to share mylove of poetry with a wider audience and potentially even earn recognition for my skills. The preparation, however, was intense.Selecting the perfect poem was the first challenge. I must have read through hundreds of pieces, searching for one that resonated with me on a deep level. In the end, I settled on "Ode on a Grecian Urn" by John Keats. The rich imagery and layered symbolism of Keats' work spoke to me, and I knew that if I could master the delivery, it would be a truly powerful performance.For weeks, I practiced tirelessly, reciting the lines over and over again until they became ingrained in my very being. I studied the nuances of the poem, the rises and falls of the rhythm, the emphasis on certain words and phrases. I wanted to ensure that every element was perfectly executed, that my recitation would do justice to the masterpiece I had chosen.As the day of the contest drew nearer, the nervousness within me grew. I found myself questioning my abilities, wondering if I had what it took to stand out among the talented pool of contestants. But deep down, I knew that if I could channel my passion for poetry, I might just have a chance.Finally, the day arrived, and I found myself backstage, waiting for my turn to take the stage. The atmosphere was electric, with students exchanging encouraging words andlast-minute reminders. When my name was called, I took a deep breath and stepped into the spotlight.As soon as I began to recite the opening lines of Keats' poem, something remarkable happened. The nerves melted away, and I became completely immersed in the world I was painting with words. Each line flowed effortlessly, my voice rising and falling with the cadence of the verse. I could feel the energy in the room shift as the audience was transported along with me on this poetic journey.When the final words left my lips, there was a moment of silence that seemed to stretch on forever. Then, the auditorium erupted in thunderous applause. I couldn't believe the overwhelming response, and I found myself fighting back tears of joy and pride.While the judges deliberated, I had a chance to reflect on the experience. Regardless of the outcome, I knew that I had already won in a sense. I had faced my fears, shared my passion with others, and delivered a performance that I could be truly proud of.As the results were announced, and my name was called as the winner, I was overcome with a sense of disbelief andgratitude. All the hard work, the countless hours of practice, had paid off in a way I could never have imagined.Accepting the trophy and taking the stage once more, I looked out at the sea of faces before me. In that moment, I realized that poetry had the power to unite us, to transcend barriers and connect us on a profound level. It was a reminder that true art has the ability to touch the human soul in ways that words alone cannot express.As I left the auditorium that day, clutching my trophy tightly, I knew that this experience had changed me forever. Poetry was no longer just a hobby or a passion – it had become a part of my identity, a way of expressing the depths of the human experience in a way that nothing else could.From that day forward, I vowed to continue honing my craft, to explore the boundless realms of poetry and share its magic with the world. The poetry recitation contest had opened a door for me, and I was determined to walk through it with open arms, embracing the journey ahead with all the passion and dedication I could muster.In the end, it wasn't just about winning a trophy or earning accolades. It was about discovering the power of words, the beauty of language, and the profound impact that poetry canhave on the human spirit. And for me, that was the greatest prize of all.篇2The Rhythm of Words: My Experience at the Poetry Recitation ContestAs I stood backstage, clutching the worn pages of my chosen poem, a thunderous roar of applause echoed from the auditorium. My heart raced, palms clammy, as I realized my turn was rapidly approaching. This was it – the moment I had spent countless hours preparing for. The annual high school poetry recitation contest was the biggest event of the year for literary enthusiasts like myself, and I intended to give my all.The house lights dimmed, and I heard my name being called. Stepping out onto that massive stage, harsh spotlights blinding me momentarily, I felt a surge of adrenaline course through my veins. Hundreds of faces stared back at me, the audience a sea of anticipation. Drawing a calming breath, I raised the papers and began to recite.The first few lines tumbled from my lips, shaky and unsure. But as I fell into the cadence of the verse, the words began to flow more naturally. The poem, a masterpiece by the late MayaAngelou, described the undaunted spirit of an African woman –her quiet strength and perseverance in the face of hardship. I tried to imbue each phrase with the emotion and power it deserved.Losing myself in the rhythm, I was transported from that stage to the sunbaked fields of Angelou's youth, witnessing her poignant scenes of life unfold. My voice swelled with theverve of her resonant language. For those few fleeting minutes, I became a vessel for the poet's intent, every subtle nuance and artistic flourish perfectly captured and conveyed to the rapt audience.As the final line rang out, quivering with feeling, a deafening wave of applause broke over me. I blinked, dizzy, returning to the present moment. A wide smile stretched across my face as I drank in the adulation. That performance, I knew, was the culmination of years spent immersed in the rich world of poetry.My love affair with the written word began at a tender age. I still vividly recall my mother's soothing alto voice reading to me each night before bed – lulling me to sleep with lush stanzas and fanciful rhymes. Poetry was my first foray into literacy, and it opened a universe of magic and possibility.As I grew older, I voraciously consumed verse of all styles and eras – from the masterful Romantics like Keats and Shelley,to the daring modernists including Eliot and cummings. Each poet's unique perspective and skilful manipulation of language awed and inspired me. I pored over thick anthologies, losing myself for hours in metaphor and meter, revelling in poetry's sheer musicality.My parents, bemused by my obsession at first, soon recognized its positive influence on my development. They noted improvements in my writing, critical thinking abilities, and even empathy as I wrestled with complex themes and adopted different worldviews. Poetry became an intellectual pursuit for me – a way to constantly challenge and expand my mind.Still, simple appreciation was not enough. I yearned to be an active participant in this vast artistic tradition, to breathe life into the printed lines with my own voice and delivery. Initially terrified of public speaking, I joined the school's poetry club, where a community of fellow lovers helped bolster my confidence. Week after week, I practiced reciting – scrutinizing every inflection, pause and gesticulation to convey the intended spirit.My first open mic night was a disaster. Tongue-tied and frozen with stage fright, I stumbled through my piece, flushing crimson the entire time. But the experience only fanned my determination. I refused to be intimidated by an audience everagain. With renewed vigor, I committed myself to improving through constant practice and coaching.Soon, small poetry slams and literary café showcases felt as natural as speaking in everyday conversation. I began winning local youth competitions, and my reputation as a talented orator grew. When the high school circuit announced its annual recitation contest, I knew I had to seize the opportunity to prove myself against the best teen performers.Preparing for the big event was grueling. I spent hours poring over potential poems, landing on Angelou's powerful verses after much agonizing deliberation. Memorizing every line and nuance was just the start – I recorded myself relentlessly and drilled my delivery to ensure a polished, emotionally resonant performance.On the day itself, my nerves were a tangled wreck prior to taking the stage. I had to keep reminding myself to breathe deeply and focus. Once the recitation began, however, all my prior practice and passion kicked in. I fell into that transcendent state of pure emotive expression.As the applause finally died down, I caught sight of my parents' beaming faces in the crowd, filled with immense pride. All the time and effort poured into this performance wasundoubtedly worth it for that single moment of bliss and human connection. Poetry's magic had been channeled through my voice out into the world, touching hearts and minds – and that was the greatest reward possible.While I didn't ultimately take home the first prize trophy that night, the experience itself was invaluable. The journey of diving into Angelou's work, internalizing its truth, and conveying it sincerely from memory was transformative. I'd grown immensely as an interpreter and vehicle for the poet's artistry.Poetry recitation, I realized, is about far more than just memorization or even technical proficiency. It's an intricate dance of embodying the writer's spirit, making their creation tangibly resonate across time and space. To achieve that transcendent state of connected performance is the highest honor a reciter can accomplish.As I move on to college in the coming year, I know poetry will remain a constant companion, challenging and enriching my perspective. While academics and career ambitions will dominate much of my focus, I'll always reserve sacred time to nurture my passion and appreciation for the rhythmic, metaphoric language that first sparked my imagination so long ago.Who knows – perhaps I'll even pursue opportunities to join elite poetry troupes or mentor others at recitation events. After experiencing the high of giving voice to words that intimately move an audience, I feel compelled to pay that magic forward however I can. For those few ephemeral minutes on stage, I glimpsed poetry's power to elevate the human spirit and reveal fundamental shared truths.Some may dismiss the art form as antiquated or frivolous in today's digital whirlwind of constant distraction. For me, however, poetry is a vital breath of contemplative beauty and eternal relevance, reminding us to slow down and savor the world's complexities through a more pensive, artful lens. To recite great works with passion is to honor humanity itself – our wondrous capacity for complex thought and soulful expression. And I intend to spend my life celebrating that gift in any way I can.篇3A Poetic Journey: My Experience at the Poetry Recitation ContestAs someone who has always found solace in the melodic cadence of words, the opportunity to participate in the annualpoetry recitation contest filled me with a sense of excitement and trepidation. It was a chance to immerse myself in the world of verse, to breathe life into the carefully crafted lines of literary giants, and to share my passion for the spoken word with an audience.The weeks leading up to the contest were a whirlwind of preparation. Scouring through anthologies and online repositories, I sought out poems that resonated with me on a profound level. It was a process of self-discovery, as each piece I encountered seemed to unveil a new facet of my own emotions and experiences. Ultimately, I settled on a selection that encompassed the full spectrum of human emotion, from the bittersweet melancholy of Keats's "Ode on a Grecian Urn" to the fiery defiance of Maya Angelou's "Phenomenal Woman."Memorizing the intricate rhythms and cadences of each poem was a task that demanded unwavering focus and discipline.I would spend hours reciting the verses aloud, allowing the words to roll off my tongue with a natural fluidity. My bedroom became a makeshift stage, and I would practice my delivery, experimenting with different inflections and gestures to bring the poems to life.As the day of the contest dawned, a mixture of excitement and anxiety coursed through my veins. The auditorium was abuzz with the murmurs of fellow contestants and the shuffling of restless feet. I took a deep breath, steadying my nerves, and allowed the familiar words to wash over me like a soothing balm.When my name was called, I ascended the stage with a sense of purpose, my heart pounding in anticipation. The spotlight was an unforgiving companion, casting its harsh glare upon me, but I refused to be deterred. With each line I uttered, I felt a connection to the poets whose words I was channeling, a sense of kinship that transcended time and space.As I delved into the depths of each poem, I could feel the audience's collective breath hitch, their attention enraptured by the tapestry of emotion I was weaving. The rhythmic cadence of the verses became a pulsing heartbeat, resonating through the auditorium and binding us all together in a shared experience.When the final stanza had been delivered, a thunderous applause erupted, a tangible acknowledgment of the journey we had embarked upon together. In that moment, I realized that poetry was not merely an exercise in language but a profound exploration of the human condition, a bridge that connected souls across the vast expanse of individual experiences.While the outcome of the contest was secondary to the transformative experience I had undergone, I couldn't help but feel a swell of pride when my name was announced as the winner. As I accepted the trophy, I was reminded of the power that lies within the written word and the profound impact it can have when given voice.In the aftermath of the contest, my appreciation for poetry deepened, and I found myself seeking out new works to devour, each one offering a glimpse into the minds and hearts of those who had come before me. The experience had ignited a fire within me, a burning desire to continue exploring the boundless realms of literary expression.As I look back on that pivotal moment, I realize that the true victory lay not in the accolades or the trophy itself, but in the journey of self-discovery and personal growth that the poetry recitation contest had facilitated. It was a testament to the enduring power of words and their ability to transcend barriers, to forge connections, and to illuminate the depths of the human experience.In the years that have followed, I have carried the lessons learned from that poetic odyssey with me, allowing them to shape my perspective and guide my path. Whether I find myselfon stage once more, sharing the beauty of verse with a captivated audience, or simply curled up with a well-worn anthology, I know that the magic of poetry will forever hold a special place in my heart, a constant reminder of the transformative power of language and the unbreakable bonds it can forge between souls.。

高二年级英语朗诵比赛作文大全I remember the first time I participated in a sophomore English recitation competition. The nerves, the excitement, and the pressure all mixed together to create a whirlwind of emotions. It was my chance to showcase my English skills, to prove to myself and others that I could confidently stand in front of a crowd and deliver a powerful performance.我记得第一次参加高二年级英语朗诵比赛。

紧张、激动和压力都混在一起，形成了一种情绪的漩涡。

那是我展示我的英语技能的机会，向自己和他人证明我能自信地站在人群面前，进行一个强有力的表现。

As I stood backstage, waiting for my turn, I could feel my heart beating rapidly. The words of my chosen piece echoed in my mind, and I mentally rehearsed each line, trying to calm my nerves. When the previous contestant finished and it was finally my turn to step onto the stage, a wave of determination washed over me. I took a deep breath and walked out, ready to give it my all.当我站在后台等待我的轮到时，我感受到心脏在急剧跳动。

高中英文诗歌朗诵比赛稿诗歌是一种典型的文学形式,它既属于文学,又是一种艺术。

小编精心收集了高中英文诗歌朗诵比赛稿，供大家欣赏学习!高中英文诗歌朗诵比赛稿篇1Chirstina Georgina RossettiRemember me when I am gone away,Gone far away into the silent land;When you can no more hold me by the hand,Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay.请记住我，当我已离去，到那遥远而静谧的土地，你再不能牵住我的手，而我也无法将去还留。

Remember me when no more day by dayYou tell me of our future that you planned:Only remember me; you understandIt will be late to counsel then or pray.请记住我，当不再有那一日又一日，你把计划里我们的未来讲给我听，只有记住我，你知道劝阻与祈祷已为时已晚。

Yet if you should forget me for a whileAnd afterwards remember, do not grieve:但是如果有一刻，你将我忘记，之后却又忆起，请不要悲伤：For if the darkness and corruption leaveA vestige of the thoughts that once I had,Better by far you should forget and smileThan that you should remember and be sad.因为如果那黑暗与腐朽之后，我的一缕思绪尚能残留，那么我愿你能微笑着把我忘记，也不要在你的记忆里留下忧伤的痕迹。