在學(xué)習(xí)、工作、生活中，大家都收藏過(guò)自己喜歡的詩(shī)歌吧，詩(shī)歌飽含豐富的感情和想象。詩(shī)歌的類(lèi)型多樣，你所見(jiàn)過(guò)的詩(shī)歌是什么樣的呢？以下是小編收集整理的青春的英文詩(shī)歌朗誦稿，希望對(duì)大家有所幫助。

青春的英文詩(shī)歌朗誦稿1

　　If you fall in love when you are young

　　Please，be kind to him

　　No matter how long or short you share your hearts

　　If your feelings may continue, then

　　Every moment will be peerless perfection

　　If you must leave, still bid her fond farewell

　　And be thankful in your heart

　　For the memories he left you

　　When you are older, you will realize

　　At the instant when you suddenly recall those moments

　　That youth without resentment is without any regret

　　Just like the aged moon gracing the hills with quiet clarity

青春的英文詩(shī)歌朗誦稿2

　　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, a vigor of the emotions; it is the freshness of the deep springs of life.

　　Youth means a temperamental predominance of courage over timidity, of the appetite for adventure over the love of ease. This often exists in a man of 60 more than a boy of 20. Nobody grows old merely by a number of years. We grow old by deserting our ideals.

　　Years may wrinkle the skin, but to give up enthusiasm wrinkles the soul. Worry, fear, self-distrust 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 appetite for 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, courage and power from man and from the infinite, so long as you are young.

　　When your aerials are down, and your spirit is covered with 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.

青春的英文詩(shī)歌朗誦稿3

　　All finale has been written out

　　All tears have set forward

　　But I forgot suddenly how it began

　　In that old summer that never comes back again

　　No matter how I go for searching

　　You only pass by at a young age like a cloud shadow

　　A smiling face super pale and shallow

　　After sunset gradually faded behind a host of hills

　　Then to the yellow fly page I turn

　　Fate binds it up, utmost clumsy

　　Tears in my eyes,I read again and again

　　Having to admit that youth is a book so hastily written