The true, pure and ethereal voice-overs of girls and children came from a distance: "It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival, and passers-by on the road want to die. I want to ask where the restaurant is, and the shepherd boy points to Xinghua Village in the distance." The sounds move from far to near, then from few to many, and the stage presents the scene of children reading in unison.
Volume 1: Qingming Festival
Voice-over:
Opening a chapter in Chinese history, every festival is soaked in the splendid civilization of Eastern culture, and every festival sparkles The magical power of national unity.
In this season of revival of all things, Qingming comes to us with the melodiousness of spring outings and the euphemism of longing, telling the profound cultural origins and the essence of humanities of the Chinese nation!
Recital 1
"Broken Formation (New Society When Swallows Come)" (Song Dynasty) Yan Shu
When Swallows Come to Xinshe, Lihua lags behind Qingming. There are three or four spots of green moss on the pond, one or two oriole sounds at the bottom of the leaves, and the flying catkins are light as the sun grows longer. The female companion from the eastern suburbs smiled cleverly and greeted her on the mulberry picking path. I wonder if I had a good spring dream last night, but it turns out that I won the grass fight today, and the smile comes from my two faces.
"Cold Food" by Han Hong of the Tang Dynasty
Flowers are flying everywhere in the Spring City, and the east wind of Cold Food keeps the willows from slanting. At dusk, candles were passed around the Han Palace, and light smoke dispersed into the house of the Five Marquises.
"The Event at Lumen" by Zhang Ji of the Tang Dynasty
Farmers recruited love boats, and the spring grass was green for thousands of fields; I tried to go up to Wumen to get a glimpse of the county, and there was new smoke in several places during the Qingming Festival .
"The Qingming Festival on Su Di" by Wu Weixin of the Southern Song Dynasty
The pear blossoms are blowing in the wind during the Qingming Festival, and the wanderers are half out of the city in search of spring. At dusk, the music and songs are put away. Tens of thousands of willows belong to the wandering orioles.
"Spring Day" by Zhu Xi of the Southern Song Dynasty
When the sun shines brightly on the shores of Surabaya, the boundless scenery is new. It is easy to recognize that in the east wind, there is always spring in a thousand colors.
Recitation 2
Scenario series: The music of "Spring Dawn" starts, the situational song and dance performance of teachers and students
"Recalling Jiangnan" Tang Bai Juyi
Jiangnan is good, and the scenery is familiar to me. When the sun rises, the flowers on the river are as red as fire. When spring comes, the water on the river is as green as blue. I can't forget Jiangnan.
"Village Residence" Qing Gao Ding
The grass is growing and the orioles are flying in the February sky, and the willows are brushing the dike intoxicated by the spring smoke. The children came back early from school and were busy flying kites in the east wind.
"Quequatrains" by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty
The rivers and mountains are beautiful in Chiri, and the spring breeze is fragrant with flowers and grass. , The mud melts and the swallows fly, and the sand is warm and the mandarin ducks sleep.
"Lovely Rain on a Spring Night" by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty
Good rain knows the season, and spring will happen. Sneaking into the night with the wind, moistening things silently.
The wild paths are all dark with clouds, but the river boats are only bright with fire. Look at the red and wet place at dawn, the flowers are heavy on the official city.
Recitation 3
Scenario series: At the end of the recitation, a group of pure and beautiful girls came on the stage to the music of spring. They were immersed in the joy of spring. With the feeling of the music, they slowly Recite slowly. . . . (One male teacher, ten female students)
"Spring" Zhu Ziqing
Looking forward, looking forward, the east wind is coming, and the footsteps of spring are approaching.
Everything looked like he had just woken up, and he opened his eyes happily. The mountains are moist, the water is growing, and the sun is blushing.
The grass secretly emerged from the soil, tender and green. In the garden and in the fields, you can see that there are large areas full of them. Sit down, lie down, roll a few times, kick a few balls, race a few times, play hide-and-seek a few times. The wind is gentle and the grass is soft.
Peach trees, apricot trees, and pear trees, if you don’t let me, I won’t let you, they are all full of flowers. The red ones are like fire, the pink ones are like clouds, and the white ones are like snow. There is a sweetness in the flowers. When you close your eyes, the trees seem to be full of peaches, apricots and pears. Thousands of bees were buzzing under the flowers, and butterflies of all sizes were flying around. Wild flowers are everywhere: various kinds, with names and without names, scattered among the flowers, like eyes, like stars, and they are blinking.
"The willow wind does not blow cold on your face", not bad, like a mother's hand caressing you. The wind brought the smell of newly turned soil, mixed with the smell of grass, and the fragrance of various flowers, all brewing in the slightly moist air. The birds settled their nests among the flowers and leaves, became happy, and showed off their clear throats to their friends, singing melodious tunes that matched the gentle breeze and flowing water.
The piccolo played by the shepherd boy on the cow's back was also ringing loudly all day long.
Rain is the most common, lasting for three or two days at a time. Don't be upset. Look, it looks like cow hair, like flower needles, like fine threads, densely woven diagonally, and there is a thin layer of smoke covering the roof of the house. The leaves of the trees are so green that they shine brightly, and the grass is so green that it irritates your eyes. In the evening, the lights were turned on, and a little yellow light highlighted the quiet and peaceful night. In the countryside, on the small roads and by the stone bridges, there are people holding umbrellas and walking slowly; there are also farmers working in the fields, wearing straw hats and hats. Their thatched cottages were sparse and silent in the rain.
There are gradually more kites in the sky and more children on the ground. In the city and in the countryside, every household, old and young, came out one by one, as if they were rushing to go. Rejuvenate your muscles and bones, rouse yourself, and each do his or her own thing. "The plan for the year lies in spring." At the beginning, there is plenty of time and some hope.
Spring is like a baby that just landed, it is new from head to toe and it is growing.
Spring is like a little girl, full of flowers, smiling and walking.
Spring is like a strong young man with iron-like arms, waist and feet. He leads us forward.
Pedestrians on the road in Xiajuan
Voice-over:
The clear rain turns the eternal Tang poetry and Song lyrics into fresh life ink,
The wind of the Qingming Festival burns the warm spring and autumn cold of life into the surging passion of the years!
The apricot blossoms and spring rain in the south of the Yangtze River remind us of those passionate men who joined the army and fought on the frontier; let us remember those who searched high and low. Loyal warriors;
Hu Ma Qiu Feng Sai Bei, let us remember those heroes and talents who served the country loyally, and let us respect the national spirit of those who sacrificed their lives for righteousness.
Courseware: The scroll slowly unfolds, and the calligraphy "Pedestrians on the Road" appears
Recitation 1
Since ancient times, our people have swept tombs and worshiped their ancestors during the Qingming Festival. customs. On this day, people bring their young and old to the cemetery, offer wine, food, and fruits to their loved ones’ tombs, and then burn paper money to worship. Those who express grief for the deceased seem to be Gao Zhu's "Qingming" and Su Shi's "Jiangchengzi", which are masterpieces of mourning poems for the Qingming Dynasty.
"Qingming Festival" by Gao Zhu of the Southern Song Dynasty
There are many tombs on the north and south hills, and the Qingming Festival is different. Paper ashes fly into white butterflies, and blood and tears turn into red cuckoos.
At dusk the fox sleeps on the grave, and at night the children return home in front of the laughing lamp. If there is wine in life, you must be drunk. Never does a drop of it reach the nine springs.
"Jiang Chengzi" by Su Shi of the Southern Song Dynasty
Ten years of life and death are so vast that they cannot be forgotten without thinking. Thousands of miles of lonely tomb, no place to speak of desolation. Even if we meet each other, we should not know each other, our faces are covered with dust and our temples are like frost. At night, you suddenly return to your hometown with a deep dream. Xiaoxuan window, dressing up. They looked at each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears. It is expected that the broken part of the intestines will be cut off every year, on a bright moonlit night, there will be short pines.
Recitation 2
"Nanxiangzi? Nostalgia for the past in Beigu Pavilion, Jingkou" Xin Qiji of the Southern Song Dynasty
Where can I see China? Beigu Tower is full of scenery. How many things have happened in the rise and fall of the ages? The long, endless Yangtze River is rolling! The young people are thousands of people, and the southeast war has not ended. Who is the rival of the heroes in the world? Cao Liu. Having a son should be like Sun Zhongmou!