School Qingming Festival classic recitation host script (2)

The train is running under the rain,

The windows are covered with water droplets,

blurring the scenery outside the window.

The windows of the train are the best picture frames,

and if there is a spring rain in the south of the river inside,

it is the best picture in the world.

After the Qingming Festival, before the rain,

The rapeseed flowers on the fields of Jiangnan,

stretch to the sky.

Only the bridges and rivers cut it off,

Only the wheat fields and the purple clouds change it,

Rapeseed flowers stretch to the next station, the next station.

Through the best frame,

Jiangnan rotates its body,

Let's see the predecessor from the rear shadow.

11, Spring Water Boat: Yu Pingbo, recited by Ji Xiaojun;

The sun is at the top of the sky, towards the noon,

The light of the spring water boat searches all over the seashore.

The breeze blew,

ravaging and fragmentary, clear and crisp a burst,

Ya! It was the song of the bird - the birdie.

I walked alone along the river,

and watched the waves weave in and out of each other.

The sunlight shimmered in the reflection,

I couldn't tell the height and distance,

but only felt a golden color.

On the other side of the river, the stores and houses, the sailboats,

and the endless forests of houses,

arranged in a line,

are all immersed in the warm air.

I just walked forward,

thinking in my heart, looking in my eyes,

savoring the good taste of spring.

There was a slender man on the other side of the river

pulling a single masted boat and moving it away.

The double sculls were stuck on the lip of the gangplank,

and the chapped surface of the boat was open, and the water could not stop flowing.

In the bow of the boat there was a broken net,

and the fisherman was sitting on the board,

and his knife was splitting the bamboo and clapping loudly.

There was a child in the mouth of the boat, a silly, stupid boy,

who, for some reason,

looked at the yellow waves with a smile on his face.

The boat is old and shabby,

and the two of them are in rags,

but this kind of "floating home" career,

is fresh, clean and free,

as is the lovely spring sunshine.

12, The Song of the Traveling Son: Tang, Meng Jiao, recited by Liang Polo;

The thread in the hands of a loving mother, the clothes on the body of the traveling son.

The thread in the hands of a loving mother, the clothes on the body of a wandering son.

Who says that the heart of an inch of grass, to repay the three spring sunshine.

The thread in the hands of a loving mother, the clothes on the body of a wandering son.

The first thing I want to do is to make sure that I am not too late to return to my family.

Whoever says that the heart of grass is the heart of a mother is the heart of a child.

13, "The Broken Formation": Song, Yan Shu;

The swallows are coming to the new society, the pear blossoms are behind the Qingming.

The blue moss on the pool has three or four points, the oriole under the leaf has one or two voices,

The sun is long (ch?ng) and the flying wadding is light.

The girl in the east neighbor's house is smiling, and she meets the girl in the path of the mulberry tree.

The author of this song, Meng Jiao, has been called the greatest poet of filial piety in history. At that time, he was already in his fifties, and was working as a lieutenant in Liyang. We can see that the son of the inch of grass in the heart of the mother of the three spring like the warmth of the great, Qingming is a beautiful ceremony of spring, but also some of the life of the tribute and thanksgiving, where we indulge in the loved ones of the thoughts of the family.

14, "Poem to Mother": Bing Xin, recited by Yan Xiaobing;

Mother, for a long time

I wanted to write a poem for you

But I wrote it many times

But I didn't write it well

Mother, I don't know how to start this poem for you

I don't know how to end it

I don't know what to do

I don't know what to do. I don't know how to end it

I don't know what to write

Just like when I was a child and faced your harsh slaps

I don't know if I should be brave enough to accept it or if I should choose to run away from it

Mother, I thought of you again tonight

I decided to write a poem for you

Even if I don't do a good job of writing it

Even if you are far away from home

Even if you are far away from home

I don't know what to say to you.

Even if it's not well written

Even if it's far away from home

You'll never read it?

Mother, if you see a small white boat in your dream,

don't be surprised if it comes into your dream for no reason.

It was folded with tears by your beloved daughter,

begging him to carry her love and sorrow home.

15, "To My Deceased Mother": Han Dong, recited by Li Nomo;

You have risen to the heights of the stars,

and after that hid the direction Southeast

And so I looked across the whole southwestern sky

and imagined the place where you might have descended

where there was a joyful life surrounded by the jungle

and where the prize of the smoke from the cooking fire Welcome you

Like my nostalgic cigarettes that curl up

May your new life be good

Enjoy the liberation of running barefoot

May the commonplace and the simple stay with you

By the clear river that passes through the village

You're a gift, whole and new

To the world and to yourself

May your grave is empty

Disappear into the clear night sky

May you withdraw your gaze back

The shortness of that last flame of light

Has silenced you away

Host: Life is a big river that continues to grow back and forth, such as the clearing of the day, spring, as if it were a node in life, feeling the wind and rain, sensing the fall of the flowers, the poets have brought us the The poet brings us the joy of the victory of the day to find the fragrance, but also feel the sadness of the flower splash tears, and a sentence of the red is not a ruthless thing, into the spring mud more flowers, let us know that the spring is the mother of the earth to give us the gift of the gurgling unceasingly.

16, "Spring Dawn": Tang, Meng Haoran, recited by Wang Dunduan;

Spring sleep does not realize the dawn, everywhere heard the crowing birds.

The sound of wind and rain in the night, the flowers know how much.

The spring sleep does not realize the dawn, everywhere heard the crowing birds.

The sound of wind and rain in the night.

17, "Water Dragon Song": Song, Su Shi;

like flowers but also like non-flowers, no one cherish from the teaching fall.

Throwing away the family along the road, thinking about it is, there is no love there is thinking.

The first time I saw this is when I was a kid, and it was a little bit of a joke, but I didn't know what to expect.

The dream is to follow the wind for thousands of miles, to find a place to go, but also to be called up by the warbler.

I don't hate the flowers, I hate the west garden, it's hard to decorate.

The rain came at dawn, where are the traces? The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and you'll be able to do that.

The color of spring is three parts, two parts dust, one part running water.

The first thing you need to do is to look closely at the poplar flowers.

The host: I am a bird, with a cozy attitude flying in the spring of Jiangnan, here in March, is a green leaf, spreading out the palm of the tenderness, the Qingming Festival, Tianmu Lake, we are in the green mountains surrounded by the feeling of nature's freshness and beauty of the handsome static, the unity of this realm of the sky, it is today's people living in the city of people in the bottom of the heart of the desire to take advantage of the beautiful spring scenery, we wash our souls, we have to take advantage of this beautiful!

18, "Spring, so remembered": Yu Guangzhong, recited by Liu Jiazhen;

Spring, so remembered

Jiangnan, Jiangnan in Tang poetry, nine years old

pick mulberry leaves in which to catch dragonflies

Jiangnan

Jiangnan of Xiaodu.

Su Xiao Xiao Jiangnan

then remembered the lake of many lilies, many lings of the lake

many crabs of the lake, many lakes of the Jiangnan

Wu King and the Yue King of the small battlefield

fled Xishi

disappeared Fan Li

disappeared in the wine flags displaying the

Qianlong Emperor's Jiangnan

spring, then Think of the willow willow everywhere

Jiangnan, think of

Taihu Lake, a fishing port, think of

so many cousins, walking on the willow embankment

I can only marry one of them!

Walking through the willow embankment, that many cousins

Just so Renyi old

Renyi old, in Jiangnan

Even if we meet, they will not accompany me

Accompanied me to pick lotus, accompanied me to pick diamonds

Even if we meet, meet in Jiangnan

In the apricot blossoms of the rain of the Jiangnan

In the apricot blossoms of the village of the Jiangnan.

Ask me where the restaurant is

Where is my mother

On Easter, it is my mother who is not resurrected

A little girl in the south of the Yangtze River turned into a mother

On Ching Ming Festival, my mother is calling out to me, calling out to me at the Yuantong Temple

Calling out to me on this side of the strait, calling out to me on that side of the strait

Calling out, in the South of the Yangtze, in the South of the Yangtze

Jiangnan with many temples

Jiangnan with many pavilions

Jiangnan with many kites

Jiangnan in the sound of bells

Standing in Keelung Harbor, I think and think

I want to go back, but I can't go back

Jiangnan with many swallows

Presiding words: Spring always makes us feel the truth and warmth of the human world, and in these days of longing, a painting is a season, a turn is a choice, more than the spring more gorgeous story and love, four seasons a year, spring, summer, autumn and winter, spring is the beginning of the season, with the spring is the beginning of the most beautiful into the year, the spring and love with each other, it makes the love to become gentle and delicate, but also let the love to become a long, walk in the lake and mountains, people's hearts are easy to become warm and moist in the spring, the love of the most likely to find breeding breeding soil, and the years that we have walked together. The years that have passed together, the dark current surging, often is the former destiny is not finished the disappointment.

19, "previous destiny": Ximurong, recited by Liu Fangfei;

If people can be reincarnated, the world if there is really reincarnation, then, I love, we used to be what in a previous life?

If you had been a woman picking lotus in the south of the river, I must be the one you missed under your wrist. If you have been the truant child, I must be the brand new marble that fell from your bag, in the roadside bushes, watching you go away without knowing. If you have been a monk, I must be the incense burning in front of the temple, burning, accompanied by a period of quiet time.

Therefore, when we meet in this life, we always feel that some of our previous destiny is not yet finished, but we are in a trance, unable to distinguish carefully, unable to tell you one by one

20, "I've Never Seen You Before": Zheng Min, recited by Wang Liang;

I've never seen you before

Therefore, you are mysterious and infinite

Your beauty is infinite

Just like the A fragrance

That penetrates my lungs

As I walk in the deserted garden

Your silent vibrations

Like the lake's water relaying me a message

I listen quietly to the words that are spoken to me

And still, I don't see you

Perhaps shadowed beyond the rosebush hedge.

Don't ask you to stay

But show yourself over and over again

Let me feel your presence

People can tell by my face bathed in the setting sun

That I've met you again

Hear your breath

Though we've never seen each other

I know that there was a moment

A kind of strange presence around me

Our gathering was a silent reticence

And yet the mountains weren't lofty enough

And the sea wasn't overflowing enough.

Host: Spring is similar every year, and flowers are different every year. When poetry walks on Tianmu Lake, shaking up a piece of poetry and ancient meaning, we seem to have returned to the Jiangnan in Tang and Song Dynasty, Jiangnan is good, and in the hearts of the poets, Jiangnan is the love that can't be given up, and that's why it is called ? Looking at the south of the river? The first is the "Jiangnan Spring", the "Jiangnan Spring", the "Jiangnan Spring". Jiangnan Spring? The word brand. There are so many beautiful poems about Jiangnan.

21, "Jade Palace Spring": Song, Song Qi, recited by Wang Xihua;

The East Side of the city gradually feel the scenery is good, gauze wrinkled ripples to welcome guests.

The green poplars and the smoke of the dawn, the red apricot branches of spring.

The floating life hates to have fewer pleasures, and is willing to love a thousand dollars for a light smile.

The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some wine, and then leave the evening light on the flowers.

22, "Walking Alone Along the River in Search of Flowers": Tang, Du Fu;

Huangshi Tower in front of the river east, the spring is lazy and sleepy leaning on the breeze.

Peach blossom clusters open without a master, lovely deep red reflecting light red.

The yellow lady's house is full of flowers, a thousand of them are low on the branches.

The first time I saw this was when I was a student at the University of California, Berkeley, and the first time I was a student at the University of California, Berkeley.

The host: Poetry is the heart of the spring, every spring flow is especially happy, the poet's desire to create like the spring flowers, spring grasses scramble to spit, in the season of spring flowers, poetry is the Qingming Festival rain has been a memory of the March 3 Ming Ming tour of spring, but also the poplar around the river crowing the dawn warbler's newborn, and the poet's heart facing the sea, the spring blossoms of the happiness of the future in the spring start of life hidden in.

23, "Facing the Sea, Blooming Flowers": Hai Zi, recited by Zhang Nianhua;

From tomorrow, be a happy man

Feed the horses, split the firewood, and travel the world

From tomorrow, care for the food and the vegetables

I have a house facing the sea, blooming in spring

From tomorrow, write to each of my relatives

Tell them that they will be happy in spring.

Tell them of my happiness

That the lightning of happiness told me

I will tell everyone

Give a warm name to every river and every mountain

Stranger, I wish you the best too

May you have a splendid future

May your lovers be happy

May you be happy in the I just want to face the sea and blossom in the spring

24. "Thanks to a River" by Gideon Margaux;

When I think of you

I think of the river

I think of the sky above the river

This dreamy heartbreaking encounter

For this long moment

I believe our hungry souls

have traveled through all the centuries

It is then that I realize that I belong to you

Just as you belong to me

We've waited a long time for this season

Is this God's will? Or is it fate?

Why do joys and pains come together again

I know that the predestined love affair with the river

will fill my life with sweetness and hidden pain

25, Spring Nights and Joyful Rains: Tang Dynasty, Du Fu, recited by Mengtong;

The good rains know the time of the year, and when the spring occurs, it's the time of the year.

The wind dives into the night, moistens things silently.

The path is dark with clouds, but the riverboat is bright with fire.

The red wet place at dawn, the flower heavy Jin Guancheng.

26, "Ru Meng Ling": Song, Li Qingzhao;

Last night's rain and wind, the thick sleep does not consume the remaining wine.

Try to ask the person who rolled the curtain, but said? The first time I saw this, it was a very good time for me to go back to the office.

The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty. I'm not sure if I've ever had a good time. I'm not sure if I've ever been in a position to do that. I'm not sure if it's a good idea.

27, "Mountain Flowers": Zhang Jingli, recited by Ren Zhihong;

No words

I give you my humble and bitter imagination

I want to be an April hillock

With the lowly sprouting

I will hold you up for a thousand times to blossom in a high and proud way.

If you are spread all over the mountains

I will be the path between the mountains

Crawling in your smiling face

Listening to your happy confidences.

If you are a lonely flower

I will be a pool of clear water

Embracing your silhouette with penetrating crystal

Thinking of you with ethereal affection.

If you are a cluster of melancholy

I'll be the rain in the mountains

Knocking on your head with the dripping rain

Soothing your sorrow with the slightest of ties

.

Let the fine, lingering raindrops

stain your face

and savor your misty charm

and your sad cries.

If you are a bleak place

I will also be the mournful cicadas

Crying in your withered disillusionment

Nirvana in your sentimental lingering.

If

If you are a piece of withering

I would rather be a dry branch vine

Sculpting your memory with my uprightness

Waiting for your prosperity with my steadfastness.

You are the glaze of the mountains

I fill your arms with sweetness

and brew overflowing verses for you.

The host: the mountain Lang moistens up, the water grows, and everything opens its eyes gladly as if it had just woken up. When the swallows and butterflies through the street, the birds and flowers, ushered in the beauty of spring, life aspires to beauty, life needs to be touched, hibernation like a song, Qingming like wine, warm air, is the wind of spring stay on earth the most mellow wine, the most beautiful poetry, open a new verse, that is a new starting point, a new spring. We are in Liyang, fetching xi?take Tianmu Lake waterfront of the Jiangnan page, dedicated to distant friends, owned by the side.

28, Spring (excerpt): Zhu Ziqing, recited by Dong Hao.

Looking forward, looking forward, the east wind came, the footsteps of spring is close. Everything is like just waking up, gladly opened his eyes. The mountains are moist, the water is long, and the sun's face is red.

The grass sneaks out of the soil, tender, green. The garden, the field, look to go, a large area full of a large area. Sitting, lying, playing two rolls, kicking a few balls, racing a few runs, catching a few times hide and seek.

? Blowing face not cold willow wind? The wind is good, like a mother's hand caressing you. The wind brings the scent of freshly turned soil, mixed with the smell of grass, and the fragrance of various flowers, all brewing in the slightly moist air.

The rain is most unusual, a moment is three or two days. Don't be annoyed, look, like cow hair, like flower needle, like fine silk, densely woven diagonally, people's roofs are covered with a layer of thin smoke. The company's main goal is to provide the best possible service to its customers.

The kites in the sky are gradually more and more, and there are more children on the ground. The city and the countryside, families, old and small, they also rush like, one by one, all out. Shuffling the muscles and bones, shaking the spirit, each doing their own a thing to go. A year's plan is in the spring? Just the beginning of the head, there is a lot of work, there is a lot of hope.

Spring is like a doll that just landed on the ground, from head to toe are new, it grows. Spring is like a little girl, flamboyant, smiling, walking. Spring is like the robust youth, with iron arms and waist and feet, who leads us on.