Four people in the red poetry reading group each have two minutes.

Camb.

An artist fell on the stage.

Like a swan singing affectionately on its deathbed.

In the sea of wind and clouds

Return to the hometown of sunshine with a peaceful mind.

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Part I: Remembering the lost sunshine.

( 1)

This is not a hero's elegy, but a hero's hymn.

Harmonious music

Arouse our inner feelings

How to sing tactfully for our dead colleagues

The wind blows from the west.

Let me see a direction, the direction you left.

Let me listen to the sounds in the distance.

Spinning music ... let's turn artists

The unfinished song continues, singing to freedom and ideals.

Not before I sing.

Let me be silent for a long time

And accumulate the power of silence in silence.

Let the wings you want to reach plump and plump again.

Hard.

Up to the height of the eagle.

Until the cliff of flying life

Until the seeds of will are found from the cliff of life.

I stayed up all night tonight.

I drew up one topic after another in my meditation.

To stop dying.

Or why swans are beautiful.

Don't! This should be the reason why I sing.

Music that is finally soaked with blood.

cover ...

(2)

This winter is particularly cold, and the heavy snow you walked in.

Melted and left.

You don't know how a person's tears are.

Flowing through a sad soul is like a lifetime.

Go to the most difficult moment.

A virtuous wife tells you with tears.

The story of the Wenchuan earthquake

Jinan Women's Newspaper advocates Quancheng people.

Help the children in the epicenter.

Seeing the news, you and your wife came to the newspaper.

Squeeze through the crowd and take out 1000 yuan for shopping.

The newspaper staff asked their names.

Free semi-annual female newspaper

You insisted on not leaving your name.

run away

You're not just giving love to the children in the disaster area.

Rush to the disaster area and create works on the front line.

Where your heart closes tightly

The once beautiful city mountain village

Turned into ruins.

A heart of yours

A complete heart

Just then it broke.

At this time, the obstruction began.

Those dead people live under the ruins.

When you smell death,

Seeing the children's closed eyes

In an instant, you were in tears.

You have a bleeding heart on the ruins.

Summon the villagers in the disaster area

Call our brothers and sisters, never again.

The children walked into the classroom and classroom.

I was in tears.

I can't bear to go back to the last Beichuan.

Can't bear to return to the school bell.

Can't bear to look at young women.

Facing a mother with incomplete body

No one loves people more than you.

I love my soldiers who serve the people wholeheartedly.

Sichuan first line

Your singing is hoarse.

The heavy stone in your heart makes your blood boil

Slow and slow, so slow that it almost freezes.

(3)

A poet said: The biggest echo of life.

It doesn't ring until it meets death.

He also said: The greatest tragedy of human existence is

When he died, he laid a wreath, wept, mourned, commemorated and comforted.

He can't remember it anymore.

In which direction does the sun rise?

And I believe: you remember, you must remember.

The sun rises from the eastern horizon.

When you stand up,

Countless heartbeat moments

Trembling beauty is nothing like the sun.

Eternity can be more eternal than the sun rising in the east.

March 1985

The smoke in southern Xinjiang has not dispersed.

You go to the front line to express your condolences to the performance.

A narrow path leading to the top of the mountain

The mountain is high and the forest is dense, you climb up with the dulcimer.

In front of the post of "Nora Mouth"

When you slip, you pick up Mike and sing affectionately.

..... other actors are still performing.

You climb up the ridge again.

At the forefront of the position, you are alone in the cat hole.

The soldiers sang "Little White Poplar"

Let me develop the old negative. Let's review it.

On the southern Xinjiang plateau, you turn around and walk towards the soldiers.

When you say goodbye, your eyes are full of spring and blessings.

Singing with tears leads the soldiers to sing.

Let the soldiers in southern Xinjiang

See the flowers and spring of the earth.

Dawn came to the post.

Soldiers in the dark cat hole are no longer lonely.

Soldiers' hearts can hear songs in the distance.

Even in winter, their hearts are burning with flames.

(4)

We have neglected your fatigue for a long time.

I just feel the sea surging inside you.

It was the climax that surged through us.

Heartbeat, we can't say rest.

Although you are exhausted on the stage.

Although you need sleep and rest very much.

Even a moment's rest.

However, I still can't say rest in peace.

There is no rest in your dictionary! Don't! !

Otherwise, you won't fall into thunderous applause.

Let me walk along Jingjiang levee.

Along the edge of 1998 flood.

Watch the sacred ark again.

Reflect the bravery of the soldiers in fighting floods.

You wrote the script in seven days.

Eight days of drama

I haven't experienced your story.

I don't know how you can use force several times.

Creation and arrangement in my understanding of "speed"

Let me keep shaking my wings

Fly higher and higher

The face of disaster

Quickly reach people's hearts and desires.

You said: acting should also carry forward the spirit of fighting floods.

Play "The First Hero" and you eat and live backstage.

Come to see my son's mother from my hometown.

I haven't seen my son once.

Let's talk in the dialogue.

Talk about it.

I long for an arrival tonight.

Touch the hero's heart

(5)

I'm late.

Before I arrived, you had already gone far.

My applause, my greetings, my greetings.

I sing with me.

A monument rising from the heart.

Wang Yanhui, you didn't fall.

I am sure that your departure is not the withering of life.

But the blooming of flower of life.

I know you have come a long way.

To the ends of the earth, the ends of the earth

The path you take is right under our feet.

The Yellow River twists and turns on your chest.

The endless sea in your heart

You cannot extinguish the stars in the sky.

Across mountains and rivers, across lakes.

Cloudy forest ... dizzy.

I seem to be back to sing with us again.

Unity is strength.

Passion burns in our chests

Under your command

Silent blades are like lightning.

Everyone's chest burst into lava-like enthusiasm.

Passionate old songs sing new ideas.

High-pitched singing synthesis

An irresistible force

rush ahead

Rush forward like an avalanche

(6)

Larks are singing in the clear spring flowing out of the mountain stream

Touching story, special stage.

Performing Xu Honggang's plays, you come to the hero.

Soldiers at the end of the army watching the performance

Sigh: This is the fate of the cookhouse squad.

You cann't go on a trip if you slap in the face

No one knows soldiers better than you.

No one loves soldiers more than you.

Give a special performance for three soldiers

Soldiers sitting on a prop box watching.

Who can hold back the tears in his eyes?

Sitting next to the soldiers, I saw the expressions on their faces.

Spring and dawn are written on soldiers' faces.

I once looked up.

I love the sunshine, the sky and the wings flying in the sky.

Today, I look back.

Rediscover those beautiful things from us.

Things I overlooked.

Where can I hear your singing?

From soldiers

From the eager eyes of the soldiers

I see your soul like a song.

That distant song and that song that stayed in my heart.

Flashing in the wind

Off stage, your song extends to

Every soldier on the border

Extending to the dawn of every soldier's heart

(7)

Serenade sounds very lyrical.

Hero, touching moment.

I want to know.

How much exercise is flowing in your veins?

That's a helmsman's song.

The singer's heart is floating on the sea.

Jump on the waves

What kind of music is surging in your chest?

Down your throat.

Like the sea, like the tide, like the rhythm of life.

Slip like water.

I have never heard Rubinstein's piano concerto.

Only on audio tapes.

Listen again and again.

Chopin's dreamy serenade

Listen to Schubert's Song of the Swan.

How many times have you been happy and in love?

Strolling through a popular song in Venice

Ming Che's beautiful melody is full of pure feelings.

Mozart, Haydn, Schubert, Chopin, Beethoven

..... like a love song.

In the melody of nocturne

Echo your song through time and space

Gently drifting to a distant lover.

Floating towards us at the moment.

(8)

Just like life itself beats and flows.

Hero, the eternal melody in your heart

This is love. Always love.

I don't know you or your wife.

But I know your love must be sweeter than honey.

Love is not as sweet as honey.

Serenade won't dance in your heart.

For the first time, I held a daffodil that had not yet opened.

Western legend: a handsome man is infatuated with himself

Beauty is more obsessed with a river.

Drown in daffodils

And you, a singer who loves art

Your infatuation made me believe in your spirit.

Must have turned into colored notes and movements.

What kind of flowers in the world can represent your singing?

Narcissus can't call back the lost river.

Poetry can arrive.

Can moisten

Let me dedicate flowers to the hero.

Dedicated to the hero's wife and daughter

Liu Changshan's sunny yard.

Where you work and fight.

Two tall buildings are about to be completed.

A spacious and bright new bedroom.

Waiting for its owner

You will never see your wife move into a new house.

Daughter, their smiles are on your way.

That moment solidified.

Fifty-five is the golden age of life.

It is the time when elderly parents need their sons most.

The kind old man is waiting to be with his children and grandchildren.

Enjoy family happiness

Where's your hand, hero

Put out your old hand.

Pat your daughter on the shoulder she still needs to lean on.

……

Don't stop singing heroes.

There is a cluster of daffodils that will bloom for a long time.

That's what the poet cares about.

The flowers around your daughter

Grow up in the sun

Her love will be like her mother's love.

If you love someone, there is love and song in your heart.

Next: Sing like a swan.

( 1)

Who said: A person's home is his own village?

And I want to say: the final result of an artist is the art he devoted himself to.

The hero asked me to call you a soldier.

Only in this way can I approach you more accurately.

From one post to another.

You keep singing.

There are only stages and plays in life.

How do you make yourself whole?

Contribute to the art you love and fight for.

The stage is your love and the stage is your ideal.

Let endless music

Infiltrate me

Performing hero Qi Jiguang's drama "A Thousand Years of Light"

The first props are all fake "costumes"

Armor is made of paper and sword is made of bamboo.

Iron helmet and armor, iron will.

In order to play a living and bloody national hero.

Throw away the armor of the paper shell brush

Bamboo sword

With a weight of more than 40 kilograms, you were born at the scene.

……

The hero asked me to follow in your footsteps.

So I can wear your sweaty clothes

In sweaty joints

Feel the clank of the national hero Qi Jiguang.

(2)

I haven't returned to the station for many years.

Military age, now I want to be a soldier.

Soldiers guarding the island

For the island, some people only care about it.

Sea cucumber and abalone have an appetite.

Or interested in the beautiful scenery of Crescent Bay.

Many people will pick up some beautiful pebbles.

When you come back, you only bring salt.

Take it back to the undulating summer and winter.

Let me walk directly into the midsummer of Haiphong Island.

Take a deep breath with the soldiers about the hot and salty sea breeze.

On an island surrounded by clear water and blue sky.

Let the inner singing be full of salty sweat

I want this salty sweat

Flow in the mouth

Feel carefully

In addition to seawater, it is seawater.

Lonely or lonely.

Standing in the salty taste of soldiers

The blue seabirds in my mind no longer fly.

Beside the soldiers on the island, I love it.

It can only be the land and sweet water in my hometown

Now I don't talk about the sky and flying.

I know: the blue sky will also become a rolling sea.

Counting the stars will make your eyes dizzy.

Let my heart be integrated with your melodious singing.

Let me grasp the vicissitudes of blue in singing.

So I can sing in your songs.

Feel the firm footsteps and beliefs of the soldiers in the storm.

(3)

That summer hero

You never sweat on your face.

Rehearse the drama "Veteran"

The director said: Your footsteps are not light enough.

Unlike boys in their twenties.

Every morning you get up early and run to Hero Mountain.

You run up and down hundreds of steps.

Sweating like a pig.

It's not just salt that is lost in sweat.

It's more blood and sweat

You always think of yourself as a cow

Work silently and contribute silently.

You have Shakespeare in your heart

This is stanislavski.

Brecht and Mei Lanfang.

Such a world-class drama master

Bach Gluck Haydn Mozart

An opera master like Beethoven.

This is your lifelong dream.

Step by step, down-to-earth and simple

Simple, sublime and ordinary depth

As vast as the ocean of virtue and wisdom.

At the moment, I regard you as the long river of the motherland.

When I saw you, I saw the vigorous, thick and thick Yellow River.

When I saw you, I saw the yellow skin of the Yellow River.

Endless power

That is the inexhaustible blood of the Chinese people.

At this moment, I feel very lucky to walk into you

Like a river

Your soul is fortunate to be influenced by you.

Become an unpretentious singer

Into the mother river like you.

(4)

Why are swans beautiful to me again and again?

Asked the swan echoing in my mind.

Sad singing

A string around us is singing.

Broken ... talking to silence.

Don't! It is at this point that silence is better than sound.

It is not the sound but the heart that dances on the strings.

I am the snow with a broken line.

Melt under the tree

Many people have sung poplars.

And I only melt in the singer's singing.

Why do swans sing?

From how you rehearse and how you work.

We learn how to live and behave.

telephone

How can I believe that?

Actions without lines.

You have to rehearse for more than forty minutes.

A look

An action

a group travelling together

This is all spiritual communication.

The stage of performance is the stage of life.

The stage of performance is also the stage of spiritual communication.

The strings deep in our souls.

be deeply moved

The wind blew, and I stopped singing the vast starry sky.

It is no longer a vast starry sky and a white horse.

Their long manes fluttered in the wind.

I sing in the snow

Soldiers marching on the cold border

I coated the soldier's eyelashes with frozen sweat.

You sound like a soldier.

I let poetry enter the soul of soldiers.

Let the soldiers in my poem

Hear the heartbeat in your chest.

(5)

Real singing has no beginning and no end.

Let me be a real singer

Awaken the distance with the song of battle

The days get longer and longer.

The harp in our hands makes a pleasant sound.

Let the piano play. I want to use it.

The form of singing

Put your past story

Continue to write to people who love peace.

Continue to write to people who love art

Continue to write to all those who love life.

"If you want to be a good soldier, be a good soldier first."

With the soldiers

Sleep in the duty room of the club

The office is the stage for your practice.

There can be no vibrato in a song.

Practice breathing balance

You light a candle and put it in front of your mouth.

Take a deep breath and then exhale slowly.

The wax fire stopped.

This is a standard that only masters have.

The reason for Excellence is to play every role well.

Play every role well and live every role well.

How many touching details are there?

We can't count them.

You have traces of a soldier's hand on your hand.

Five deep fingerprints

It was an unforgettable touch of a soldier.

This moment is deeply engraved in my heart.

I once wanted to put my poem in front of the post.

A small poplar tree is accompanied by wind and rain.

Our posts are accompanied by lonely soldiers.

Now I know.

Your song is poplar.

It has been deeply rooted in the hearts of soldiers.

No amount of wind and rain can shake it.

(6)

Now let me love our soldiers.

Love their hometown and white clouds.

I want to remember this before dusk.

The figure of the soldier was sweating heavily on the earth.

And their endless power.

Like you.

An artist with profound singing skills.

Follow the direction of the song, follow you

The path you've taken.

I came to the company of the artillery regiment

The soldiers have been singing the song you taught.

There is love in strength and blood in fierceness.

Now, now.

I was immersed in a performance.

One actor and one audience.

That's you working for a chef who is cooking.

There is no stage, no microphone and no spotlight for singing.

But but ah, your song, your singing.

Take me to the plateau as wide as the sky.

A soldier's chest is wider than the sky.

Let me be that happy soldier.

Since then, I have seen rivers in the mountains.

There is sunshine in the river and love in the sunshine.

Love is singing. ...

(7)

Like a candle burning itself to illuminate others.

Like a silkworm spinning silk, it pours out its life bit by bit.

Hero, I set you on fire.

Burning life is interpreted as a kind of light.

I read your tears and rotation, just like the burning light.

Legend has it that the thorn bird will find one before it dies.

The long thorn pierced the chest.

Sing that moment tragically and euphemistically.

The singing of Tears of Blood is gorgeous and gorgeous.

That spike has been in your chest and heart.

I can't find words to describe and express it at the moment.

Just think of a famous saying

Where the words stopped, the music began.

Your daughter walked onto her father's stage with tears in her eyes.

Another Wang Yanhui and a hundred Wang Yanhui.

stand up

(8)

The applause rang again. ...

Your songs shine as before.

Let's sing one song after another

Pour like running water

Can't finish talking and singing

It is still your story that is wet by the rain.

Or your song "Yimeng Mountain Minor"

Lyrics of the thorn bird crying blood.

At this moment, I am immersed in the singing of tears.

A play

a song

A detail, an action

Your sweat and hard work melted into my lines.

Why do swans sing heroes?

Your song will never fall.

Like flying wings, they will never lose their strength.

The road is long and the song is long.

..... in the endless search.

You are like a mirror, illuminating the lighthouse in our hearts.

We have a lofty memorial in our hearts.

The distant coast flashed by.

..... melting snow has no coast.

We call for the coast and miss it.

One song after another came from the distance.

End of movement

Legend has it that there is a kind of Populus euphratica in the desert.

Live for a thousand years and never die.

Dead for a thousand years.

It won't rot in a thousand years.

I want to use the immortal soul of Populus euphratica for 3 thousand years

Shape your noble and upright life.

I believe

I'm not the last person to walk into you.

When I write you into history in poetic language

Let your song become the wind.

Forming clouds

Form the annual rings of Hu Yangshu

A lost river gurgled in.