Yan Wang, Liu Qing
Woman: countless times,
By the olive tree between heaven and earth,
I opened my palm and released a pair of little white pigeons.
M: countless times,
In the early morning and evening, when the sun rises and sets trembling by the horizon,
I want to go to the far south and sing a song without lyrics.
Woman: On the unknown grassland in the subtropical jungle.
He stood up for the last time and paid tribute to his motherland.
The red fountain of life surges and never stops.
Therefore, the sunset glow that day was very red.
M: That's it. He is on the grass.
Send the last pulse, the last call,
Give the age of 22.
In this way, he will remain young forever,
Woman: So, his life is always young.
M: He is an ordinary person.
Woman: Very ordinary,
He was our childhood friend.
Woman: We were friends when we were young.
He never weaved glorious dreams about heroes and marshals.
I don't even particularly like stories about war.
Woman: He is infatuated with his pigeons.
His beautiful white dove.
Every time a pigeon takes off from his shoulder,
I will always hear him blowing a loud and free pigeon whistle against the blue sky.
Man: But one day, he said he was going to join the army.
He's going to the south front.
W: So, on a foggy morning,
He packed his backpack and said goodbye to us
Man: He said a white dove died in the south.
So someone has to go to the front.
Woman: Yes, someone has to go to the front.
Man: He said he likes pigeons.
So he's going to the front.
Woman: He loves pigeons, so he will go to the front.
Man: He said, you are alive! Fight! Happiness! Love each other!
Woman: He said that you should be happy and love each other.
Man: He said that bleeding is to open sunshine and love.
Open up a vast peaceful sky,
W: It is to make all the white pigeons never die and fly freely.
Man: At this time, you cried and there were tears on your face.
Woman: I cried. There are tears on my face.
Man: He said, you are still a little girl, a silly little girl.
Woman: He said, I am a little girl, a little silly girl.
Man: He gave a long whistle with a smile.
Woman: whistle, very beautiful whistle.
M: Then, look at each other.
Woman: I stared for a long time and said nothing.
Man: Finally, he took out the white dove.
Put it in our hands,
Woman: Turn around and set foot on the winding path.
He: After that, he never came back.
Never come back ...
M: On that day,
Woman: That day,
I see the sunset glow is very red.
On that day, he remained young forever,
His life is always young!
Close (fold): pigeons fly, fly,
Draw a long arc,
Bring out a long and endless homesickness.
Man: My song is spinning. Very low, very low,
But I always believe that in that remote subtropical jungle,
A blade of grass will hear this song,
Remember with us.
So, when we face the blue sky countless times,
Blood red light,
Woman: I always feel that there is something hidden in this.
I haven't said it yet.
Man: I always feel a loud whistle.
Echoes for a long time!
Woman: countless times,
We open our palms,
Release a pair of white doves,
M: countless times,
We are heading to the far south,
Sing a song without words.
Training skills
This is a touching poem. In the faint plot, it tells a faint love story and praises the noble feelings of an ordinary and young soldier. This poem is implicit and meaningful.
1. Recitation should have inner affection.
2. The analysis of poetry should be accurate and meticulous, and the structure and level of its echo should be found.
3. Although the intonation of recitation is mainly soft, it should also change according to the content, and the rhythm should not be "flat".
4. This poem can be recited in pairs or single person, with music processing.